The Sacred Belongs to Truth
The sacred belongs to truth. Truth is what is true. What is true in life? Are beliefs true? Or do beliefs belong to the inner world of the psychological thinking of man? Is the inner world of the psychological thinking of mankind truth? If it is, then truth is a divided place indeed, for the inner psychological field of man is a divided place. Each man and every group of men, each organisation, each religion, every nation, holds their own inner psychological truth.
The sacred is found where truth is found.
Truth is found in what is actual, not in what is not actual. What is not actual has its own truth, but this is not the truth. What is not actual is what may be imagined, which may reflect truth or falsehood, but what is imagined, held in thought, in consciousness, reflective of truth accurately or not, can never be the truth, for a reflection does not contain that which is begin reflected.
Truth is what mankind needs to find. As relevant a statement this day as it has been since the dawning of all time. Is time a truth? Time is within the nature of the inner psychological world of human psychological thought, is it not? And we have already well established that this inner area of man may reflect truth or falsehood, but in itself is not itself capable of holding truth.
In similar fashion, human thinking may accurately reflect the world around and inside them in thought, but far more prolific is a distortion of a true reflection due to the conditioning divisive nature of brain programming and conditioning which is instilled into every child during early formative years, which naturally comes to colour and distort what would be an otherwise clear view of what consists of the world around and inside us, which is the same for each and every one of us.
The word 'Universe' means one song.
Truth is not found in the past. The past was a truth, but what came before has died to present moment truth, for truth is a living, sacred, whole, and so a holy thing. Living as it dies, dying as it lives.
The past is the inner psychological field of mankind and this past is time and this past is knowledge and this past is the incessant movement of thought within every human brain which drives the lives of every human being, both on an isolated individual level and collectively, as nation, religion, ideology, political entity, or self-interested self-titled wealth driven members of the 'World Economic Forum'.
Here, the lower and the higher, the small and the large occupy an identical nature.
Thought is dead matter in motion, because thought is the movement of the past, founded on knowledge which is always old and truth is a living thing. Thought seeks security in a constant process of adding to itself moving towards a future in continuity of psychological time, this is the very flow of thought, its inherent programmed nature, which brings the dead to life and offers a sense of continuity and a feeling of solidity where in truth, there is neither to be found in life or death, seeking completion in a future state comprising of a building up and adding to its own divisive nature in a process of never ending continuity. Seeking to grow the dead, the old and the past into a formidable stability.
That which never ends never arrives, and so ‘progress’ is a journey without completion, completion, is whole, and whole is ‘holy’, and so progress is an unholy approach to life.
Life has arrived, progress is always incomplete.
Thought is dead because thought arises from memory and memory is always of things past. Thought brings conflict and war to the ever suffering world of mankind. Founded on past experiences which is the ground all thought stands upon, thought moves within a field of divisively accumulated past experiences. No man can or does experience everything there is to experience, and so thought, never complete, is divisive among men, giving rise to divisive self-interested actions and a divided house can never stand.
Thought, well intentioned or other, is no tool to utilise to solve the many complex, brutal and long standing societal and personal problems which thought itself has been responsible for giving rise to.
Thought is never sacred, the sacred is holy and the holy arises from completion and has immediate relationship to the word ‘whole’, which is a similar word to ‘complete’. That which is not sacred, not complete, not whole, and so not holy, is ever seeking its completion, this is the movement of thought ever seeking greater completion in a projected future, which is named ‘progress’. Progress is a never ending divisive action among our race arising from our thinking processes, arising from our stored and acted on past experiences. Progress is a movement out of sync with this entire Universe, which moves and exists, lives and dies in absolute completion.
Seeking ‘progress’ is a futile exercise which maintains divisions among men and forever keeps any possibility of meeting the actual true, sacred, living religious and holy quality of what life actually is (not aimed towards) to his heart and mind. Knowledge can never complete. The nature of knowledge is a fragmentary and so divisive thing. No matter the knowledge gathered, there is always more to gather. Always more to know. The sacred, whole, complete, and ‘holy’ has no quality of gathering because it is complete in itself. And so the sacred has no need for time, for it has no need to improve upon itself, in fact, improvement is impossible to perfection, and truth, is nothing other than complete perfection. There is nothing beyond truth. Only progress, an ever incomplete action, requires time, for progress finds its life in movement from past to future.
Progress is the curse of humanity. It limits his life to advancing what came before and so limits his life to a constant repetition of the same. Our race ends up living in a descending pattern of chaos, for what came before is in a process of continuity and what continues carries inherent decay and degeneration. Look no further then the classroom children of training this day endorsed by the education and political systems as being suitable to prepare all children for the complexities of life which lie ahead.
No past exists in the world of truth, in the world of completion, in the world of the whole and so the 'holy'. The past is forgotten, the past is dead and over and so there is no yesterday, and so never a single thing ever needing to be forgiven.
Need you forgive that which has already died?
The 'future' is a thought based concept known only to mankind which exists within the grey matter of his memory, there is no future to truth, there is only a future to that which lives in and values a continuity of the past and this ‘future’ is a mere modified continuity in the world of man of that which came before. Forever marching in the same position digging a deeper hole which must inevitably come to bring his life to eternal darkness due the the absolute fact that that which persists encounters greater and greater degeneration.
Offering a sense of ‘progress’, which holds inherent decay within its structure, a desired for greater completion of that which can only know incompletion by virtue of its innate structure, built on a ground of fragmentation, limited to the past.
The deep and vast challenges of mankind this day, set in motion by the limitation of knowledge arising from the thinking minds of men seeking the continuity of their isolated pasts into a greater aggrandisement of the same in their projected isolated futures, is a physical and spiritual battle alike which can only be successfully resolved by the birth of what religion actually truly is.
What religion actually is, is truth. Truth is found in ‘what is’. This is the unifying principle for all men, for truth is the same for all of us. Thought, beliefs, identities and attachments divide us.
What is is not what it is believed to be, identified in, nor projected as. These are all movements of and within the inner psychological nature of men, seeking security where security can never be found, in the eternal continuity of that which is not true, that which belongs to knowledge. Knowledge is not truth, because ‘to know’ anything is to refer to the past, as that which is known is always past, always over and the past is dead to truth, which is a living thing. A living thing is in constant movement, and dies as it lives, letting go of what has previously been that what is arising may arrive.
This is the nature of all of creation. And creation, is the ground of the sacred.
Can mankind find truth? Why not?
Mankind can invent weapons capable of destroying all life on earth, mankind can deceive himself seeking ‘order’ through a continuity of what has only ever brought disorder and mankind can build this world of great tyranny and disorder in the name of ‘better’. In the name of ‘progress’ Mankind can aim for Mars and invent technological devices of great wonder and possibility and mankind can destroy the lives of mankind with the exact same wonders.
Why can mankind not come to truth?
Mankind has great energies; can these energies not be applied in another direction than into a conceptually divisive destructive decaying irreligious future?
As a race, we have always and without diversion, sought the continuity of knowledge, our lives and every action have followed the direction of our thinking. The ‘Great Reset’ this day is a perfect example of our continuing personal and communal lunacy, the thinking minds of those who have named themselves ‘elitists’ (like all of divisive humanity, these people like to isolate themselves from others seeking security in being or becoming something isolated and divided from all others), and these people are leading our world into their projected self-interested isolated and dangerous directions.
Such action is always catastrophic for mankind as a whole, for the future aimed for has been projected from knowledge giving rise to the thought processes within the lives and brains of those who project such continuity from their limited past. In this case, these are the members of the ‘World Economic Forum’, the titled nobility, the wealth, the technocrats, bankers, celebrities and business leaders of this world. The men and women of highest numerical wealth.
These people have arisen in our world to such stature, not because of any innate intelligence they hold, not because of any great wisdom, certainly not through the possession of any demonstrable visible sense of empathy or compassion for their fellow man, for were this the case, our world would be a far better place for so many than it is this day. Were empathy and compassion, love and care the nature of the collective persona behind their gold plated business cards, we would not be living in a world where a child dies every five seconds from hunger and an estimated thirty-six trillion sits doing nothing in tax havens built for that sole purpose and legalised and made possible by their political self interested and equally isolated friends.
We are not criticising, we are merely stating observable facts, and facts have a quality of truth to them, although facts are not synonymous with the sacred quality of that which truth actually is.
Virtue is not an inherent component of what leads this world this unfortunate day. And so what right does it have to lead? Why are the numerically wealthy and heritage based entitled given the keys and the road to lead all of humanity into their projected isolated uncaring, unloving future seeking their greater completion which must be to the detriment of the vast majority of humanity, for the lives of the vast majority of humanity falls outside of their past experiences from which their thoughts and actions arise? This is demonstrable in their very words, straight from the horse’s mouth as it were.
I will provide an example, one from countless.
Rishi Sunak, the Indian born Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, is on camera as stating he has no working class friends. And so no experience of the lives of the working class. No experience means no consideration, for the consideration of thought is limited to the total content of forever limited knowledge from which thought arises within the accumulated memories of every brain. And so, these people, Rishi and his 'wealth' (numbers) salivating ilk, are a very poor choice to lead our world. In fact, economic considerations always are. But then, there was never any choice, was there? There was an illusion of choice, limited to a voting station and a polling booth.
And a system rigged for the benefit of a few massive egos in powerful positions. Who else, comes to such position in life? Who else, other than the massively self interested, enters the battlefield of global competition, standing on the lives of all others to reach such pinnacle of rot?
The reason numerical wealth has taken control of this world of men is that numerical wealth, in a world which values perceived growth in measured time as the most noble of all causes, considers a greater completion in those massive self interested egos perceived to have accumulated the most. Accumulation is inherent to the limited structure of a time based seeking of completion of that which can never know completion, which is knowledge, which is thought, which is human action, and the very central structure of our society itself as it is. For the benefit of all of humanity, this insanity needs to end.
That which is complete within itself is whole, and so has no need to accumulate a single thing, and no desire to seek to do so.
And so, apparent as it seems to minds similarly conditioned, which is the vast majority of mankind, conditioned to this destructive egotistic attitude towards life, the sad and disturbing fact is this. That men of the greatest accumulation are the most successful within the psychological knowledge based destructive self-led world of that which limits mankind. A divisive, competitive, uncaring, self-interested pathological psychological movement drives this world and the lives of every man, a movement which denies love and care, compassion and empathy for others and conflicts within itself. No matter if it lives a billion years, forever seeking more, forever seeking greater security, the human ego can never know the actual security which is only ever to be found resting in truth, resting in the sacred quality of life, resting in a religious mind.
For 'more' is a destination never reached.
A religious mind is free of movement, and so able to perceives life as it is. This is to look at life through the whole of the mind, which is a holy mind, free from the distortions of self-interest and bias arising from past accumulated experiences. This is a silent mind, free to look at life as it is.
Void of self, void of ego.
What is ‘religion’? What does this word, believed in by so many, conceptualised into over four thousand and two hundred beliefs, even mean? What is the truth of this word? The truth of this word has nothing to do with what is thought about the truth of this word, for what is thought about the truth is of this word is broken into every divisive belief totalling over four thousand on this divided and destructively led planet, the only home for all of mankind.
Is truth divisible?
If truth is divided, it cannot be truth, for truth is a holy and sacred thing, and a holy thing is ‘whole’, and so complete in itself and so the nature of truth is the same for every man whose life is blessed enough to find it.
Sadly, so few have these ever been, and their words have almost consistently been corrupted by those either finding them impossible to understand or lacking in the required passion to do so.
And yet find truth, is what mankind now must do. The day has never been so late. The direction knowledge, and so thinking, and so divided roads seeking completion where completion can never be found are leading us has never been so precipitous for so many of the lives of men.
Religion is the only possible cornerstone for a new culture to grow.
For this to happen, the society of divisive ‘progress’ and bloody war led aggressive love denying competition must die and be so understood to never arise again to cast a dark show down over the lives of humanity.
Success need be realised for the utter failure it has led our lives into.
Knowledge is no ascent of man.
Knowledge is the continuity of the smouldering ashes of a murderously divisive past seeking greater completion and domination over those divided against into a conceptual future. Knowledge is always of the past. Always divisive. Always limited and limiting. There is nothing creative, living, sacred, nor whole and so holy, in the nature of the continuity of that which is now dead and over.
And yet, this is the ground humanity now and forever seems to have stood upon. How alarming this is, when you come to see it as factual, beyond all words.
This ground of divisive knowledge need be broken, seen to be the danger it is, seen to be the limitation to life ever present it is, seen to be the divisive factor between men and within every man, seen to be the immense danger it is and always has been. The cause of every war the cause of the death of every innocent child, the cause of trafficking, the immorality of leaders and led and the injustices this patterned mould of disorder has always brought to the lives of all of mankind through all of time, ever seeking to better that which needs to end.
Knowledge is burning our world greater and faster than any self-proclaimed issue of global warming. Knowledge is disappearing millions of children a year, trafficked into a demanded sex trade industry and even worse. Knowledge is sexualising our children in the classroom, which professes to be educating them. I could go on and on and on. Such are the virtues of the voiced and accepted ‘ascent of man’.
Pardon the French, Bullshit.
Knowledge is what is known, accumulated from the past, knowledge is accumulated in the brains of every human being, and knowledge gives birth to every thought. Thought drives every divisive human action. And divisive human action has built the society we all live within and fear and suffer and die under this day. A society which can only ever give birth to a creative loving, sacred, caring, and truly beautiful culture, through the action of ending our lives being driven by limited and divisive knowledge.
Which would have to be a death. Of what? Of the human 'self' the 'ego', a societally conditioned conceptual entity within memory responsible for the never ending continuity of the misery of our race, walking hand in hand with our perceived 'progress', towards a destination which never arrives.
Society is not only external to our lives; society is internal to our lives. The very birth of this corruption, (the word itself means to break into pieces), is born from our actions, which are born from our patterns of thinking, which are born from societal indoctrination, national, political, religious, ideological and otherwise. And so here, within the psychological nature of mankind, (which is you), is where society must come to end. The revolution needed to give birth to a caring culture from a murderous societal brainwashing programmed psychological state is within the brain cells of every one of us.
And so our lives are as far from incompetent to impact this dangerous time and place as we may have previously imagined them to be. We are the change the world needs to see. Society has arisen in the nature of what we are.
The salvation of our world and the birth of a good and caring culture, (not a ‘better’ society, which is the same destructive fragmented movement of knowledge seeking a completion never to be found which has led us here), is an action which must be built from the ground up.
The roots of this issue are what need to die.
It is of little benefit to cut at the branches or to trim the leaves of an offending growth in any garden. The same will be found to grow back, only all the more virulently. The outer society, so distasteful to all that is good in life, the incessant call for ‘bettering’ that which needs to end, is of similar nature to this. To hack at the outer manifestations of such despotism and corruption is only for the same distasteful manifestation to grow back even stronger in nature. We need get to the roots.
Let’s trace back to those roots once more.
Society is built from the divisive actions and relationships of men, naturally divisive, as actions arise from thinking, and thinking is rooted in knowledge and knowledge is the ground of accumulated past experiences which differ between every man, and so divide one man’s life from another. Thought is the root of all of this insane chaos. We have arrived at the root.
If this root can die, the whole of the structure of this immorality and despotism will shrivel and die. Hurrah!
Where is thought necessary to life? Thought is knowledge, and knowledge is what we have remembered from past experiences, tradition heritage and education. This has its place. Thought can never, nor is it desirable to be, forever removed from the lives of men. Knowledge has its place. In fact, knowledge has many places of immense value. Where knowledge has no place is in building an egotistical centre within the mind of every man identified to birth name which hypnotises him into believing his life is the very centre of the entire universe.
Neither is its place to join together in a forum of similarly self-interested, limited and so divisive and so destructive egos of great magnitude to decide upon the direction the entirety of humanity must be driven towards.
The roots of this issue are what need to die.
Thought is needed to drive a car, to work skilfully within the limits of every occupation, to play a musical instrument to paint or sculpt a work of art, to find your way home, to speak a language, to bake a cake, and to place the contents of your home in orderly fashion. Thought has a billion uses and places where it is indispensable to life. Can thought find its useful place and remain there? This is the accurate etymological meaning of the word ‘art’, to put everything in its right place. The greatest of all arts, is the art of living. And this, is what we need to find, before the art of self interest and the dictatorship it must lead to, removes this glorious and sacred potential from our race.
Can thought cease entirely to build a sense of psychological self based on past experiences, beliefs, education, societal status, name and wealth? This is the nature of the self which is breaking the lives of so many this day, in the name of ‘building back better’. This is the psychological root of every atrocity which has ever been committed by one man, or group of people, against a perceived 'other'.
This is also the nature of the psychological ground you stand upon.
Do not seek to right the wrongs you perceive outwardly before you first tackle the wrongs which live within you in every movement of self-interested divisive action in the life which you daily participate within in the name of your divisive self. Society has been built by every one of us. We are the root of the problem. We are what has to change. And a change demands an ending to what came before. And an ending is a death.
If our race is to survive its own ubiquitous madness, then it is time for mankind to come to understand completely the dangers of living life in an egotistic self-centred existence. We must come to find the sacred quality of meeting life as nothing. Nothing, is ‘no-thing’, and a named, identified, categorised, accumulated ‘self’, finding security within its own limited circle of divisive knowledge, is a thing.
An ugly thing.
If you are self-aware at all, if you do not spend your suffering life escaping into drugs, alcohol, over indulgence in sex, Netflix, pointless chatter or otherwise, you are already well aware of this fact. The world of inner psychological thought is a conflicted and divisive place. Divisive between itself and the lives of all others as easily as divisive and so conflicted within itself. Divisions bring conflict to life and conflict brings suffering. And so the lives of humanity have never been free from sorrow.
Can this sorrow end? Can self-interest end? Same question, different words.
The ending of traditional and societally educated conceptual self-named ego, identified by a million different names, thousands of divided beliefs, thousands of political ideologies, divided numerical wealth so illusory and inconsequential it is now represented by numbers, thin air and empty space, divided families, divided organisations, divided occupations, divided qualifications, divided institutions, divided governments, divided businesses, divided ‘unions’, divided outlooks, divided values, divided thinker and thought, divided desires, divided depressions, fears anxieties and concerns.
And more. And the root of all these divisions is thought.
It is thought needs brought to revolution to impact the lives of human beings.
The inner psychological life of every man is found in collective gasping in greatest monumental manifestation within the decaying bark on the dying tree of this fatally wounded society.
This society begins to transform into a flowering, caring, loving and sacred culture, when the life of each human being begins to do the same. The revolution we need is within each one if us.
If you look within at the inner structure of your inner nature which is the pattern which has built this outer society of decay which has flowered into such perceptible madness today as the 'Great Reset', (but no less so than the perceptible madness of every conceptual divisions all human beings participate in), you will certainly find your inner nature to be just as fragmented, and so just as divided and so just as corrupted a place.
Where there is any division, there must be conflict, there must be violence, there must be contradiction, dishonesty and hypocrisy. The hypocrisy of ‘building back better’ by setting the world on fire. The hypocrisy of seeking to bring into being a better world than this, without realising that the same corruption and dishonesty lives within the hearts of every man, as so clearly displays in the dishonest acts and so duplicity in the lives of almost every politician and member of titled gentry this unfortunate day as in the lives of the majority of the general population. Quick to conflict, quick to dishonesty and immorality. Quick to self interest and no interest in the lives of others.
To all others, your life is the life of another. You see a problem here?
As you give, so you receive.
How does one observe this inner corruption of ‘ego’ which is oneself, which is representative of every human being alive today? How does one simply look, at that what is being seen, which is the inner corruption of mankind which eternally leads his life to divisive outer action leading to eternal sorrow, so that the root of all of this inner and outer collective chaos, which is the human psychological thought based ‘self’, the ‘ego’ may come to be understood? And what is it that looks? What is there to look? Is thought looking? Is memory of having seen this inner movement previously the nature of the observer to the human psychological mind in perpetual movement? Is memory, the past, dividing itself to look at itself?
If it is, if knowledge is looking at knowledge, then here we find another division.
The division of an observer in the area of thinking taking the form of a thinker, (which is the past), and the current movement and flow of thought itself. (Which is also the past).
And a division is always a conflict.
This is the ever present potential inner conflict between thinker and thought. The thinker, is knowledge of what has previously been seen, and when knowledge looks at thought, which is also knowledge, nothing is truly seen other than past memory which obscures access to the flow of thought, which is also memory. For when you look at memory through a memory of memory, the living quality of this dead past in eternal chattering movement, is lost. In actuality, this inner division is not true.
The thinker, is the thought.
Thought dividing itself between thinker and thought is a societally educated identification to name, past experiences and time based traditions of humanity, all of which the human brain has found a sense of security living within. A feeling of being and becoming ‘some-thing’. And this sense of security destroys all true security, removes mankind from a connection to a living sacred quality of life, destroys love and relationship and reduces the living immense beauty of life into an eternally sorrow filled war torn, bloodied and suffering affair. This is an irreligious way of living, no matter the religious beliefs one carries and identifies with offering a sense of security where there is none to be found.
This observer of the inner nature of thinking is a fragment within a larger fragmented field of divisive knowledge, and this is the same observer which looks at life. This is the totality of the limited accumulated divisive experiences of the past. This is the human ‘ego’ which divides every man from every other man and this is the ego which divides man psychologically and brings as much suffering to life in the inward nature of mind as it does to his outer psychical existence. This is the human ‘self’, carefully placed during twelve school years of mechanical memorisations, carefully nurtured by parents and society alike through the totality of life, this is the ghost within the mechanical machine like structure of the present day operation of the human brain.
This is the entity responsible this day for the ‘Great Reset’, this is the entity responsible for every war, every atrocity, every disappeared child and every insult ever embarked upon against another man’s life. This is the human self, the observer, the thinker, the knower, the believer, the patriot, the past, the certainty, the bias and prejudice, the desire, the fear, the dictator and the dictated, the certain and the confident, the lost and the forlorn, the highest king, the lowest street sleeper, the saint and the sinner. This ‘self’, this isolated observer to life which divides every man, one from another, behind walls of prejudice and past experiences, this accumulation of time based experience, identity, wealth, possession, belonging and name, is what needs to end.
No man can do this for any other.
Heaven is real. It is in front of you this very moment, only this 'ego', this 'self', founded on memory, is blocking perception of this sacred quality of life found only in direct perception of the present moment. And yet for humanity relationship to this present moment is only a potential. How odd. And yet it remains our highest potential. Not the continuity of knowledge. Not the travelling to Mars, not building back better, not the chipping of human brains, the turning of humanity into machines in an age of 'trans-humanism', not the continuity of wars which have never left our sides in all of recorded history, and themselves are a flower on the tree of our eternal divisive conflict which grows from this inner destructive isolated ubiquitous destructive root living and growing divisively within every member of our human race.
Unless a man be born again he cannot enter the kingdom. To be born again, what you are this day, must die.
The death which facilitates a rebirth in the life of a man is the death which is the birth of an entirely new kind of civilisation. The death of the human ego, the death of self-interest, the death of selfishness, the death of progress in the name of making better, a continuity from the rock, the bow and arrow, the knife, the sword, the cannon, the gun, to atomic bomb and laser heat rays from space.
The death of all psychological divisions between and within every man.
The death of valuing valueless paper and digital numbers as wealth. The death of finding security in leaders in the name of religion, politics and all other and so the awakening of one’s own intelligence free from the limited bondage of past accumulated knowledge. The death of societal divisions, one man sitting on a golden chair owning a full one sixth of this planetary surface, the life given home from which every life is grown, as so many fear for their lives seeking a safe corner on a cold and wet dangerous street corner. The ending of the deaths of over six million innocent children not provided a morsel enough to sustain their so short lives in world of overflowing abundance.
Is it because each member of the human race is rather totally occupied with him ‘self’? With this bag of accumulated concepts offering no road to travel other than into a greater mundanity of sorrow filled continuity of division, greater wars and conflicts, all in the name of ‘progress’?
We have travelled outwardly very far. We have travelled to the wonders of technology this day which now include micro-bots able to enter (or invade) the human body, in equal measure and potential to do good, or to harm, dependent on the intention of the isolated psychological knowledge based self, (ego), which instigates the action.
This world has gone so wrong. And the reason why, lies within each one of us. Without book, without direction, without motive, without help, plan, map, or concept, can you bring your inner psychological world to complete understanding? Can you end the present divisive nature of the human mind which lives within? Can you end every psychological movement of self, which is thinker, which is thought, which is belief patriotism, name, memory, identity, education, title, wealth, can you end every sense of that which provides your life with a divisive sense of security against another, understanding that the other is doing exactly the same, against your life?
Can you bring to an end the constant inner occupation of the human psyche within itself, between thinker and thoughts? Thought is forever occupied.
That which is occupied, is never free.
As this society, as it must, seeks to place your life and hold it eternally in chains this day, (or worse) can you cease to resist this inner and outer self interested desirous calling of the limited lives of 'wealth' driven infantile minds, (as all our minds this day are infantile, for they have no understanding of their own nature), can you begin to look within to bring your life to true freedom?
Without seeking freedom as a motive. For to do so is to continue in time that which needs to end.
Simply, to look.
Without freedom from psychological incessant occupation, there can be no peace in any man’s heart, without peace in a man’s heart, there can be no love, and without love there is no religion and so there is no culture. Without love, there are wars, hatred, deaths of little children and there are billionaires, there are temples and churches by the million. But there is not the quality of the sacred in a single man’s heart. And there never can nor will be until mankind has freed himself from the root movement which brings so much division, occupation, sense of progress, manic accumulation, fear, suffering and war, into his life. So named individual and collective, which are one and the very same.
For life is not found in any number of words. And to come to life, words must cease to hold the significance this day they hold over the human mind and heart. To come to life that which is not life, must come to end, and to repeat, an ending is a death.
The ego of man is a movement inwardly of words and images. Both belong to the remembered past. The past is dead to life. To find life, to find the sacred, to find love and to find relationship, to be a true pioneer in an inner and outer world of such corruptions in the name of nobility and progress, in the name of wealth and justice, in the morality of immorality, one must look within and learn. (Not memorise, but learn by seeing).
Carve your own path to understand the complexities of your own inner nature, (which is the nature of every human being in this world), and so ultimately come to meet your own psychological death of that which is so destructive to your own life and to the lives of all humanity. End that which brings such misery to your own life and sows the seed of chaos onto the lives of all. This is the pattern of our thinking as it is this day functioning. If you are diligent in this pursuit, you will come to see the danger of how you are living psychologically, and this perception will act. We always act to remove our lives from a danger, without thought.
This is the human self, the inner societally brainwashed mechanism of the human ego.
Be reborn into a complete view of life free from past corruption or future desire. Free from all which divides you from another and within your 'self' and brings your life to eternal sufferance, free from that which divides your life from another and is this day so closed and captured in the hands of the powerful few with no understanding at all of their own inner natures or of life, (just like the rest of mankind), however, these people are collectively close to bringing our race to a point of no return, in the hands of words and images and in the hands of knowledge. In the hands of divisive actions led by incomplete and so unholy minds. In the hands of the past, in the hands of ego driven thought led selfishly desired actions of men caught in the upper tiers of the trap of 'progress' forever seeking 'more', though they hold more than can be spent in a million years, and so are manifesting the greatest physical corruption this world faces as they remove from the lives of others what is truly needed.
Give back to life what belongs to life and return to death what belongs to death. Walk away from the divisive immorality of this society which lives and breathes in the programmed divisive structure of the inner human ego.
And above all, find out what it means to be the change this world needs to see.
WHAT NEEDS TO END CANNOT PLAN FOR CHANGE
What will change our world?
What will change humanity?
What will change us from living psychologically divisively self-interested in continuing competition, which is a subtle form of violence, caring only for the fulfilling of my divisive pleasure driven desires, completely uncaring for the lives of another?
What will bring our minds to understanding and our hearts to love?
Not to be loved, but to love. Not to love only this day as so many do, in the continual seeking of fulfilling inner repetitive desires for pleasure in the arms and caresses of a partner’s arms?
We need real change in this world.
The Great Reset is seeking change in this world. This far, at least, they have called it correctly. In all other aspects, this 'Reset' is futile in its ability to bring meaningful change to the lives of humanity. Change in this world, which is synonymous to change in the lives and hearts of men, is desperately needed.
Unfortunately, the orchestrators of this planned for ‘change’ have little true intelligence, they are operating from the mechanical intelligence of thought, which is always limited and so always destructive and so no true understanding of what change actually means and a total absence of love in their hearts for anything other than their own self-projected insanity.
And so this ‘change’ in the hands of those to seek to bring change, is nothing other than a continuity of what needs to end for change to take place.
I am not insulting, although, it must sound as though I am. We are all in the same sinking boat in this respect.
We are a lost race, us humans.
All of us, not only these pathetically limited headless chickens, one and all, behind the regurgitation of a Communist ideology seeking to bestow it upon the whole world. We have confused the dark arts of success as being indicative of an intelligent life. We have confused authority as an ordering principle to life, and follow the demands of the ‘experts’ in every field and every area of life.
We hold and have nothing we have come to find out about our lives for and by ourselves.
For our sense of understanding about the meaning of our lives and deaths in religion so many place their faith in church or likewise. Or accept that ‘becoming’ something in life, competing against each other in a mad act of frenzied self-interest to reach the highest numbers pulled from very thin air, is the highest meaning we can bring to life. This is the highest of all callings, it seems.
We accept the order of the doctor as the voice of wisdom from which we believe arrives true care for our health. Ignore the hundreds of billions in annual profits of this highly quesiotnable industry.
We accept the order of the self-interested and deeply corrupt politicians as the unifying force for our divided people. Ignore the bribes and lobbying and the annual concealed discussions with very rich businessmen which prostitutes every one of their positions.
We cling to a life of no meaning at all, fearing its ending, which could only be a blessing in finally reaching the terminal point of our never ending sorrow brought about by living in such a chronically corrupted world as this one.
We read so many books and listen to so many ‘experts’ without question and repeat what they have said to provide meaning for our meaningless lives.
Our minds are as full of the insistences, words, ideologies, beliefs and life directions of another as our bodies are full of the petro-chemical derivatives of profiting others which we gulp down in copious quantities imagining we are maintaining optimal health to live as long as possible in our psychologically conflicted and so tormented divisive and battling divisive mental states.
We live on the ground of thought, which is memory, and so we live with that which is already dead to life, and our highest calling is to continue and carry this dead past with us, adding more dead things to bring an unbearable weight to an overburdened life and we actually have the audacity to consider our lives as the most advanced on this planet, cursed to have given birth to such a confused race of people being led by those so full of self interest it negates any love in their lives for another and any compassion were their heads not eternally so focussed up their own backsides.
We all live in and often suffer from our own recorded pasts, (thinking). We are hurt by our own actions and by the actions of another and we accumulate such hurts and carry them through our lives, only finding release on death, which we fear immensely and seek to avoid at all costs. We have little to no understanding of what we are, we talk about the meaning of life, without understanding one bit the actual nature of the life we lead, or the actual nature of life, as it actually is.
We follow. And those we follow are the most aggressively self seeking and destructive among us all.
We were programmed to this, to follow the lead of another.
We were programmed to avoid at all costs the awakening of our own intelligence. We were programmed, like a computer is programmed, to living predominately in a world of language and symbols, finding value accumulating psychologically and materially in a line of mundane continuity running from our earliest of school years to our dying day.
Our lives, for the most part, are wasted lives. We are not even truly alive. To be alive, one must meet life, and life is not found in the dead memories we all live within and as, which burden and limit our lives within the storehouse of memory, from which our thinking automatically and without cessation arises.
As a result of our programming, we have lost touch with nature, our own, as well as the broader field of natural born life supported by universal law. We have built walls of isolation around ourselves and between each other. Walls of beliefs, ideologies, walls of wealth, walls of identification and attachment. Walls of title and status. Walls of our own inventions. We find value in the measuring of our lives, one, against the other in continual acts of comparison. And so we give rise to feelings of inadequacy, desire, fear, jealousy.
We hurt others, because, inevitably, we come to hurt ourselves. Hurt people hurt people.
Computers are programmed by a language; as human beings have been programmed by a language.
The languages between human beings vary, as computer languages vary. But the common nature of every programming, computer or human, the code upon which the program runs, is one of language. You likely hear your own programming running with the memory cells of the brain, morning to night. It is recognisable in the incessant movement of words and images which arise within human consciousness, which govern every human being’s life actions and decisions.
We thus pursue the continuity of our divisive dead pasts and ignore the sacred stunning quality of the truth of life.
There is great talk this day of a need for human freedom.
Human freedom has been misconstrued through all of mankind’s history as much this day as in all the days of our tormented divisive and warring pasts as being the ability to do what one wishes to do. We have never seemed to notice that that which seeks the freedom to act as it wishes, which is human consciousness, is not in its nature, within itself, in any sense, free.
Our consciousness is a limitation and a bondage to our lives.
We have had no ability from childhood to question what we are or what life is. No opportunity to observe and question. Here, from the outset we were never permitted the freedom to discover. We were told what life was about and what we were about and how we fit into the pyramidal style structure of an authoritarian led brutally competitive society historically held in perpetual continuity.
Questioning and discovery are denied when acceptance and obedience are demanded.
We become moulds of the people who came before us. A modified continuity of a divisive past. Born in the west we are likely to have become Christians, in the east Muslims or Hindus, or ardent believers in any of over four thousand global religions this day worshipping anything from one God to over three hundred thousand of them. Or none at all. We became passport holders of a nation we were born into and were raised to find a sense of security in attaching our lives to the ideology of belonging to a limited group of a global population. And so we are divided from the lives of others, and a divided house can never stand because division is the prerequisite of all war. Divided people can never come together and so the tyrannical nature of authority is never challenged.
We were gifted a name at birth. The very root growth, the birth of language and so the birth of programming, is here. Words identify and identification is a process of division. I can look at the majestical view of a natural landscape and call it a ‘mountain’. In the word ‘mountain’ may be contained rocks and plants of all descriptions, trees, streams and even animal life.
As words identify and divide our entire universe externally, words, (names), divide us all, one from another. Mankind loses his innate and undeniable relationship to his own people, his own family, as he loses his relationship to nature at large. And so we have come to live lost and isolated lives. Isolated from each other, from our true nature, from love, death (and so life), from beauty, joy and meaning.
We come to feel we are our name and society insists on programming a deeply seated belief within our consciousness that the given birth name represents a permanent inner centre in consciousness which is responsible for the words and images of memory which continuously flow through each and every deeply programmed human brain.
The birth name represents an unseen ‘self’ responsible for all inner movements of thought. This is a woefully inadequate view of what we actually are and the root of all divisions between the lives of all men responsible equally for the chaos of our so named individual lives (which are not individual at all), and for the utterly chaotically ‘ordered’ structure of our communal society, which is born from the actions arising from this process of inner conditioned thinking.
Our isolation and so division between each other are the movements of our own thinking. They are integral to the nature of how we have been programmed to live our lives.
Firstly, our names have divided us, one from another. We are further divided by ideologies of class, status, heritage, wealth, religious beliefs, ideologies, professions and all of this information is firmly rooted in a continuity of the knowledge we have recorded in our brain cells and which arises in our thinking seeking a continuity and growth, past to future, throughout all of our lives. And so we have lost all relationship to each other.
It is this misplaced ideology of ‘freedom’ which has wrought so much havoc to our world. Free to do as we please. Self-interested, self-centred, (societally programmed to be), our ‘freedom’ has seen a society grow and develop in which each and every man does as he pleases, and what pleases each man is the growth of his own deeply conditioned selfish interests. None more so, than those who manipulate the world from their traditionally held and aggressively battled to upper tiered positions of society. Those who construct our system which encages our lives.
Self-interest is interested only in self, plus some remote satellite ‘others’, a spouse perhaps, a partner, a few close friends. Our care and love for others is therefore limited to the lives of a very few, with my own life, my own desires and the repetitive seeking of my own pleasure, retaining centre stage position. This inner conceptual nature of what we call our ‘minds’ which are an automatically running societally conditioned programmed system of psychological movements of and within a stream of inner language, are what has broken our world and given rise to every conflict between men, every war, every suffering, every single otherwise avoidable problem.
This inner societally conditioned conceptual movement of words and images necessitates the construction of a legal system, of law and lawyers, and the corruption of a political system. Ideologies of the left and right and centre.
The insecurity which living in such an isolated manner, each man seeking his own growth measured against limiting that of others has brought to our lives the continuity of our long standing religious beliefs, here, we project an imagined order we so woefully lack in our daily lives.
Obviously, freedom to do as one pleases, is not freedom. How can one be free, when the nature of ones being, the very centre of how one is living, has been predetermined by a language based programming constantly informing the brain of its own narrowly grooved societally patterned continuity?
If this is freedom, then we must all accept the ‘freedom’ of the World Economic Forum, to do as they please with our lives. We must accept the freedom of the terrorist throwing a bomb. We must accept the freedom of other nations to wage war against our own people. We must accept the freedom of every overly rich businessman to corrupt our for sale political system of prostitution and divert what is inadequately named ‘democracy’ to his or her own desired wishes for all of our lives.
So if freedom is not this, if freedom is not the ability to act in any direction one feels one wants to, based on the divisively patterned approach to life which society has conditioned into our brains since we were very small children, then what does It mean to live a free life?
What does the word ‘freedom’ symbolise in the programming conceptual code of the English language?
Freedom, surely is a state of non-occupation.
That which is occupied is restricted in ability of use to the point of being absolutely useless.
A bathroom is not free if it is occupied. A seat, likewise. A job position fulfilled is one not free. A telephone being used is incompetent to make a fresh call. A cup full of coffee is not freely available to use to drink a glass of apple juice.
Occupation is a limitation to that which is occupied, rendering that something to a meaningless state of innate non usability.
Now prepare for a realisation.
Your mind is always occupied. All our minds are.
Actually, all our minds are one mind, fragmented between each particular named part as they are fragmented inwardly between a conceptually named thinker and thought.
Take my words for nothing.
Study the nature of your inner movements that you may come to see life as it is, not life as another tells you it is. The two are markedly different, one leads to freedom and intelligence and love, to an understanding of death and the other to the bondage of further occupational continuity to a conceptually recorded memory of another’s authority.
And to living a second hand life.
Be your own author in the understanding of your life. Then point out to others what you have found. Truth, will be found to be the same for every single one of us. The truth of an insisting authority, is nothing other than a dangerous corruption. In such a manner we may yet have a chance, as hair thick thin as it is, to save humanity from the movements of its non-understood highly divisive and so highly destructive ubiquitous psychological state. And from the total disorder of those in power this day, seeking to order the entire world to their selfish interests.
We are all the same, truth is the same for each of us, and so is the only unifying factor possible among men, where knowledge (thinking), can only further divide. Truth cannot therefore be claimed by any man, as it is the same for each of us. Living in truth will bring our race to freedom, as living in knowledge has brought our lives and our world to absolute bondage and the ordering of an ‘order’ of authoritarian enforcement, which is nothing other than a grand and great disorder.
Freedom is non occupation.
Non occupation of the mind, is death of the authority instilled societal programming in the consciousness of humanity which divides one man’s life from another and divides each man within his own inner psychological limited construct of knowledge, constantly occupying and so limiting the use of the human brain, rendering it all but useless.
How do we begin to tackle this problem of such monumental scale impacting the lives of every human being, and coming so close this day to driving all of our lives over a cliff edge?
We can’t make any movement towards freedom, which would be the non-occupation of the mind, for this movement is a movement in occupation seeking the ending of occupation. It should be obvious to all that this is futile activity.
And so no system, no method, no direction, no instruction, no religion, no ideology, no goal, no target. All of these is to occupy the mind in the actions of seeking to free the mind which can only ever be free when all occupation comes to complete cessation.
So, no direction. No choice. No path. No method. No meditation. No positively affirmed future state of arrival. These will all add further bondage to an already overburdened mind and increase the non-availability of a sense of freedom to the mind.
There is nothing you can do. So, can you do nothing?
Can you see the danger of all action in the realisation that any positive action you embark upon is the continuity of further occupation of the mind, and so the negation of the psychological state which need to be reached to revolutionise human consciousness? To allow the brain to meet freedom to act without the continuous occupation of societally programmed self-interest carried in knowledge in the language based programming of the human brain.
Can you negate all psychological activity trying to act on and within the human mind to bring order in this field of disorder which is responsible for the divisive and so confused communal activities we all engage within which has brought all our lives to this dire precipice of being forcibly ordered by a limited group of people to their own divisive self-interested ideologies so highly unpalatable for the lives of the majority of the human race?
We are not referring to any particular group of people here, no matter the resemblance to certain figures this day, which is undeniable, all outer attempts to change society this day or historically or in the coming future are equally incompetent, led by their own ignorance, for they fail to see or reach the very root of the growth of the external problems which come to devastate so many lives, they fail to see that which is engaging in ‘change’ is occupied, and so is incompetent to bring freedom to the lives of humanity.
They fail to see that which seeks the change in a process of its own ideological continuity, is that which is in most desperate need of change.
When what you are is the cause of all problems, then inaction, the total negation of all action is the only appropriate action. In complete inaction, if this is possible, the mind empties its content and so becomes free form occupation, and so functioning once more as a whole mind, freed from societal conditioning so destructive to our lives that we this day value numerical wealth in higher stature than the life of an innocent child.
Worse still, we traffic children, sexually and otherwise, and harvest their organs for our own self-centred interests of continuing a life which has no meaning whatsoever. Such are the levels of depravity the human mind has come to, caged and turned demented by its historical and present inability to reach any level of freedom.
And societally conditioned by authority to this.
Watching without choice or direction is to disengage from psychological directed action. Seeing and listening, necessarily without direction or motivation, without bias and without seeking freedom, for to engage in any of these factors is to once again bring occupation to an overly occupied brain.
Watching is an action of freedom also, for you cannot watch anything unless you are free to look. As applicable to watching anything outside of the mind as watching psychological phenomenon arising from the occupied cells of the brain.
We are all so full of so many problems. This is another societal nefarious conditioning.
For twelve years of scholastic programming we were exposed to problem after problem after problem.
To a child, learning a language, is a problem. Mathematics, is another batch of problems. Every school subject adds further problems to a growing burden of problems foisted onto and into every young impressionable brain. Every exam requiring intensive continual study and the attainment of the highest mark possible, is another massive problem.
In time, the brain becomes accustomed and conditioned to being continually occupied to living with problems.
The human brain now forms a habit of a continuous inner conceptualisation of problems, life itself becomes a series of problems, and a brain constantly occupied with problems, is never free. To attempt to free the brain from this life destroying condition is to introduce another problem of magnitude, negating all potential for any realisation of what is being sought.
Listen. Listen quietly. To what?
To every inner movement of thinking. Listen to every fear you run away from, every desire you run towards, every pleasure which repetitively conceptually occupies and so denies freedom to the brain. If you can do this, you are, in this total non-activity, in complete inaction, engaging in the only activity (of no activity), which holds any merit or potential to bring to an end the destructive and divisive programmed inner structure of incessant habitual occupation of the human brain.
This is the only approach which holds any merit or possibility for the human brain to realise freedom.
Freedom is synonymous to beauty, death and love.
Beauty, because the human mind unoccupied is able to receive life as it is, not as it is divisively thought about. Life as it is - the same life for every one of us and so this is the unifying factor offering true relationship between all human beings. And death, because the end of occupation is the end of the societally inner programmed human 'self', the image which brings self interest to life and denies all relationship, births all conflicts and war.
Life seen as it is to die to the psychological programmed nature of continual conceptual talking self, so destructive to our own lives as to the entirety of our species. Life changes from being a continuity of the past seeking future fulfilment to a movement of life and death together. No past need be carried in such a life, for in truth, to life, the past is over. It has already died, and so life and death now become the same movement.
This is true immortality, a life lived without the inner contamination of societally programmed conceptual self.
Immortality is not to live forever in linear conceptual time as a name and a continuous flow of inner words, moving, seeking growth, past to future which is a movement of divisive disorder and decay, for that which continues grows old, gets sick, and inevitably comes to end.
That which has no continuity knows no death. It’s very living is its death. This is to live in a timeless state. Immortality is the ending of time, not the continuity of time into eternity.
If you have followed these words and see anything of interest here, I urge you, I ask you, I even beg you, to begin to bring to human consciousness a true revolution, that our inner world may come to meet freedom and our outer society may change into being a completely different experience for the future born members of our race yet to be come.
The current continuity of human consciousness is in its death throws, anyone with even partially opened eyes, must be aware of this.
No one is to blame, for the enemy of mankind may be heard within every one of us in the incessant chattering of the language based conceptual programming of the human brain. Authority profits and maintains from this dismal state of affairs, but we are the ones who permit it.
This inner movement is the movement of our inner gathered past experiences centred in a conceptual ideology of self, built from the totality of gathered and remembered past experiences, identifications and attachments. We must stop acting divisively within this imagined ‘freedom’ held solidly within the conceptual limitations of our own societal and traditional psychological programmed bondage.
The human self will bring an end to humanity unless we can bring a true revolution in the memory cells of the human brain.
This is arduous work.
But so is climbing mount Everest.
So is attempting to reach Mars.
So is inventing an atomic bomb. So is spending fifty or sixty years of your life in non-interesting employment seeking to build illusory wealth.
True wealth is found in freedom, death, love beauty and life. In meeting life as it is. True wealth is found in relationship. And relationship is denied when our world, our society, our lives, are rooted in isolating and isolated self-interest.
Watch and listen.
Allow the brain to become aware of its own limiting inner movements, constantly occupied and so in a state of denial of all freedom. When you see clearly the danger of living this way, such clear vision will bring an insight to your life and this very vision, clearly seeing the danger of the psychological pattern your life has been forcibly placed within, is the action which holds potential to bring your life to revolution. And so may be the birth of a true revolution in our society.
And your life may come to hold great beauty and meaning and if so, your life will become problem free, and so the human brain may arrive at the only state possible to be in any position to solve problems, which is a state of complete non-occupation.
Freedom within the mind is the required ground to solve problems. Freedom within the mind is the awakening of intelligence.
This inner revolution the human brain holds capacity to meet, is the beginning of the birth of a new kind of action, based on silent observation rather than biased self-interested conclusion, free from all limiting divisively continuing and so destructive self-interests.
This inner revolution is the beginning of the only true and effective revolution in human society possible to save our race from our own authority led societally induced programmed and divisively destructive psychological limitations.
The future of mankind is in our hands.
Not in the hands of any futile ideological pursuit seeking the fruition of ten year plans laid out by thought, and so a continuity of that which needs to end.
It is in the hands of every one of us.
We only need awaken to this fact and act.
And bring our lives to the freedom of our own awareness in deep relationship, free forever from the commanding insanity of the authority driven destructively self-interested fragments of human consciousness.
Inside and out.
WILDFIRES AND ACTION IN THE PRESENT
‘Wildfires’ rage across our planet. Thousands of lives are being lost in many countries. Suffering, the constant companion to the lives of all of humanity, throughout all of time, is once again walking hand in hand with so many lives.
Fires, the likes of which, have never before been seen. Fires which melt the metal engines of cars and burn down homes while leaving the trees between them standing and generally unscathed.
There are two opinions touted on why this horror is happening. First of all, comes the cry of ‘climate change’ from the ‘elite’ camp of humanity, the 1% of humanity who can never have enough and whose lives are isolated from all others behind walls of numerical wealth and palace and multiple mansion walls.
It may be just a coincidence that Hawaii had been planned as the world’s first ‘smart’ island, by globalist ‘elitists’. The fires may have nothing at all to do with the fact that humanity's governments are in possession of direct energy weapons capable of enacting such onslaught.
Nothing to do with the fact that governmental direction is bought and sold by those holding the highest numbers of numerical wealth.
Or it may have everything to do with all of this.
I am stating neither. I am trying to convince you of nothing.
It may be nothing other than the absolute insane greed behind the madness of competitive societal corruption disguised as order, which saw wealthy investors calling families to offer to buy their burnt crisp land from them, some, on the same day the traumatic event took place. Some, who had only just lost the lives of their children in the same fires.
Shameless, is our self-interest. As recognisable here, as in the profiting of pharmaceuticals to the tune of hundreds of billions, profiting likewise from the misery of the totality of humanity. This is a highly isolated and totally uncaring society we have built. A loveless society. Where the drive for power found in wealth is found, love is eternally absent. Why a rich man finds it so hard to enter the gates of heaven.
The nature of our society reflects the inner nature of our processes of thinking which give birth to that society thorugh divisive actions and reflects in the quality of relationship between man and man. Or complete lack of all relationship.
I am not judging. I am a watcher. I am of the nature of an owl. I watch life. My own and others. You can’t watch life if you judge life. Judging in any form clouds your vision. The judgement comes between the observer and what is being seen. You cannot see clearly if you look at anything in life from a formulated and concrete opinion. You see a reflection of your own acquired knowledge which is forever limited. There is always more to know. Only seeing brings wisdom to life, for seeing is free of the inherent limitation, and so carried ignorance inherent to knowledge.
Are there madmen in our world today? Many say yes, in positions of power. I ask this, has there ever been anything else? And is this madness so visible in a thirst for the continuity of war, in the trafficking of human beings into the sex and organ industries, (to name a few of the insanities of this day), limited only to the upper tiers of the brutal society we have built?
Or is insanity, within the very nature of all of human consciousness, shared by all?
All this global devastation, tragedy, death and destruction arriving within a few short years since the arrival of the global pandemic. That ‘narrow window of opportunity’ heralded by Klaus Schwab, following the COP 26 meeting of global world leaders where King Charles himself stated ‘with a heavy heart’ that action need be taken ‘on a war like footing’, ‘on a military style campaign’, to combat a highly, independent scientifically denied ‘Climate Change’. Well phrased your highness, certainly does feel like a 'military style campaign on a war like footing' you enacted. You chose appropriate words.
Tens of thousands of ignored global scientists, true, actual experts in the field of climate change, state 'Climate Change' is all a total and elaborate hoax. These people have written to global leaders, the ‘global boiling’ phrase quoting leader of the UN among them. And their pleas all fall on deaf ears consistently. Ears perhaps attuned only to the call of self interest. I said, perhaps.
Rishi Sunak, UK multi-millionaire, (billionaire?) Prime Minister, recently denied a public referendum be allowed for the people of the UK to decide on national directions regarding Net Zero carbon policies. Policies likely to cost dearly in terms of human lives. He stated that ‘most’ people wanted 'Net Zero'. Do ‘most’ people speak through only one mouth Rishi? Yours? It seems so, in this crazy world. Or maybe, just maybe, you are working to an agenda and being totally dishonest. Hardly unknown, in the life and actions of self serving politicians.
Dishonesty hides in the shadows of every human being's self interest. Self interest is rooted within the consciousness of every human being. It is in the nature of 'self' (a societal concept), to be 'self' interested.
As stated, I judge nothing and no one. I blame nothing and no one. If you are familiar with the content of this website, this much should be apparent to you. I have a rather unique view I guess on the events unfolding, of the suffering being wrought upon the human race, perhaps by the human race, my own and only family. And to be truthful to you, it breaks my heart open. Regularly.
It all breaks my heart open as much as any poor family who recently lost a child in the Hawaii fires or elsewhere. I won’t list the reasons for the cost to human life which has unfolded since the end of 2019. They are the same, the exact same as all loss of human life since the dawning of time. If you are awake, you know them, as I do. They live and breathe every breath in every divisive action within society, as they live and breathe within every isolated pattern of thinking and movement of self interested thought within every human mind.
Historically, these days of 'Great Reset’ are dark days indeed for humanity. Those dead and lost were my children also. These are the children of my kind. And you, reading this, ‘elitist’, or other, are all of you, my only family. Actually, you are closer to me than this.
You are what I am.
Only you are blind to this.
Humanity is at a crossroads. And that crossroads is driving very closely to a precipitously dangerous cliff edge. Is it coincidental that the Georgia Guide Stones forecast a coming phase in humanity’s course which would necessitate a reduction and maintenance of the global population to half a billion? Is it coincidental that the Dulles International airport mural depicted children in masks adorning the flags of ever nation, painted in the 1990s? No one knows who exactly was behind either project, but we do know two things. They were powerful in this broken world, and they were rich. They were ‘elitist’. Isolated figures, (as we all are), among the collective banner of 'humanity'. Isolated behind divisive walls of inner words and images.
Isolated in self interest.
It is difficult to imagine these two prophecies were not pointing to these very days. 'Agenda 2030' of the UN. The 'United Nations', that organisation of such confusion that it holds within its very name a stark immediately visible contradiction. How can you have 'United' nations, when the nations which apparently compose this 'united' energy are all rooted in division and their own competing and so warring self interest? The UN, who hold a special seat at the WEF, alongside the EU, King Charles, and everyone who is anyone, everyone who is anyone who either holds numbers or power in this brutal and insane world.
A world run on economic considerations and ideologies rather than on love, care, respect of life and wisdom.
Divisions always corrupt and bring our lives to conflict. The greatest of divisions today are numerical wealth and the power it all brings to the lives of the very few, over the lives of the very many. Those who undeniably seek to solidify power and control.
I am not throwing stones.
I ask you do not also.
Truly. No gallows, no guillotines. No judgements. Just look. Observe. Seeing, leads to the only correct action possible. When one clearly sees a danger, action is immediate and accurate to the danger. And the danger is within consciousness, not only to be found in the actions of the very few in power who are acting on humanity's broken up and so divisive and so conflict generating consciousness. This is a very old story indeed.
We all do this. Only the powerful are in position to bring most harm.
Like many I am sure, I have cried uncountable tears since this unfortunate period of human history to live through began. It touches me deeply, carving an unfathomable abyss into my soul. And it has taught me many, many things. Suffering is the greatest teacher in the world, if you do not escape it. It breaks the human heart open and enables the reception of a passion in life. For all of life. The insane as well as the innocent. And we are all of us, both of these.
Am I insane to utter such words? Perhaps I am. So do not accept a word of what I say. Awaken your own intelligence. Understand this complex society built from divisive human action arising from divisive human consciousness, birthed from human thought, the same ground for all of us, yet divisive in nature by virtue of arising from recorded past experiences and education in life. No one carries the same past experiences.
This is the destructive divisive conditioning of the human brain.
Insanity seems ubiquitous to humanity. Your life has had bearing on the events of this day. You live self-interestedly, (which is an isolated and divisive movement), as 'educated' to, as our ‘leaders’ live self-interestedly, as educated to. You vote for these self-interested politicians who promise the earth, then do what they will when they meet their rich friends behind closed doors in their mutual societal positions of power.
You have no love in your heart for another, love is denied by self-interest, as they have no love in their hearts for another. And the other, is you, as they are the same other, to you. Your life has been lived in competitive isolation, as their lives have been.
We are all of us living insanely.
We value dollar bills printed from thin air more than we value the caring for each other. We find security behind a divisive flag necessitating an army necessitating war. We find religion in a belief and the handing over of coins every Sunday, and in return we receive a traditional accepted ideology of what constitutes a religious life from the authority in the immensely rich and powerful business world of religious entertainment.
There is absolutely no religion in this world, for religion is synonymous to the words peace and love, and there are none of these to be found anywhere, among the faithful flocks or others, least of all, in the isolated, lonely, fearful, desirous and depressed pleasure seeking human heart. The heart of mankind beats to the tune of the conditioned mind of conditioned self interest.
We are all of us responsible for this insane world we see. This world is a mirror reflection of what we are.
And we are all of us insane.
And this society we have collectively built, this day burning to the ground, is the end result of our collective insanity. It is, as insane as every one of us. How could it be other, when the outer society we build arises from our actions and our actions are limited to our ability to think, and our thinking is rooted in knowledge arising from remembered past experiences, which naturally differ in nature between us all?
In a moment I am going to delve into this nature of the human consciousness responsible for our collective madness and for our mad brutal distorted and deeply divided society. It is what you are, as you live this day. Understanding this lets everyone off the hook. The root source of what is destroying our world will be found in collective human consciousness.
What about individual consciousness?
No such thing exists.
But do not take my word for this. In fact, don’t take anyone’s word for anything. Work hard to come to intelligence, (which is seeing all things as they are), through the awakening of your own vision. Unless humanity comes to wisdom, and fast, the lack of wisdom in our thinking and actions, will bring humanity to destruction.
But before I do reveal, before this dive into the true remaining frontier of humanity, (his own consciousness), allow me to point to a few sane judgement free observations regarding the world we live in today. I begin, with a question.
Who led us here?
Presuming the global fires sprouting like mushrooms all over the world, destroying nature, killing wildlife, killing children, men and women, are truly what authority is stating, that they are an unprecedented disaster occurring as a result of the unsustainable manner we have allowed our society to grow, who led us here?
For decades now we have been reading in 'Time' magazine and other places, countless places, of approaching Climate change. Originally 'global warming', though before that, interestingly enough, we had 'global freezing'.
An Ice age was previously forecast by the very same people.
It is sobering indeed to observe, and so come to understand that the people who led us to this precipice (if it is natural), those who have been forewarning of this fall of mankind for so long, are the same people who took no action to the point that our planet now burns and our children and others die untimely and pain filled deaths.
Are these same people truly competent to lead us out of the mess they led us into? Is this not an important question to ask?
And if this is man attacking man, man killing man, then is it not important to ask if such pointless suffering of our race can come to an end? This has been the pattern of our entire suffering history. We do not end killing, by killing those who kill us.
Divisively, ‘Elitist’ driven or not, is this not an important question?
I tout a statistic often in writings, look into it, it is verifiable. There have been around 15,000 wars in the past 5,000 years of our race existence. Since the recording of human history in earnest began.
Rivers of tears have eternally accompanied the 'progressive' march of humanity. Why have we not taken the same level of energy and urgency we use to 'progress' to investigate and understand why we live this way, (why we have seemingly always lived this way), as we do to the eternal cramming of another billion dollars in our back pockets? Witnessed in the daily lead of every centenary billionaire who can never seem to have enough. Promised philanthropy leads to only more in their self interested direction and a deeper hunger for our entire world.
These people, we take to be the most intelligent among us.
Another clear observable representation of our total collective insanity.
Why is there always uncountable wealth available to fight a war and measly offerings to help the hungry, the homeless, or those is states of claimed disaster, natural or otherwise?
Why are we all so self-interested? These two questions share close relationship. And both reflect back upon shared human consciousness.
Human consciousness is the movement of thought in movement and action.
Why would elitists seek to attack humanity at this time? Please, I am not asking you to accept this is taking place. I am asking you to open your eyes and without prejudice of any kind, to look carefully at the events of this world today as whole. And to look just as carefully at the structure and daily activity of what you call 'your' mind. For both of these, are in deep crisis.
And the two are eternally and intimately related.
We have the advent of 'AI'. 'Artificial intelligence', named so by those of so little understanding of life. There is nothing intelligent about a data gathering machine. There is nothing intelligent about any machine-like action, be it that of an actual machine, or that of the human brain, which acts like a machine today. Educated to this traditional way of living which has resulted in these past 5,000 years of 15,000 wars and unending oceans of human tears. This has been the history of mankind. This is your history for you, are mankind.
Machines repeat in mechanical actions.
AI is set to take over the work of billions of us. We have all worked to come to this day. We have worked for the politicians, the monarchs, the corporations, who it seems take credit for every positive step made in the name of human 'progress', denying the contributions of billions of others without whom, none of this 'progress' could have been made possible. And so, looking at the world through the lens of ‘productivity’ and ‘progress’, many human lives are now unnecessary. Looking through the lens of care and love, of sanity and order, 'progress' is so unnecessary and the lives of all of mankind are sacred.
Robotics have also come to flower. Robots are being produced on a grand scale which will be able to accomplish many of the daily tasks for which, up to this moment, humans have been essential. Robots require no payment. No health policies. No Pensions. No paid holidays. In a world where isolated self-interest standing on a ground of brutal competition where the only thing which counts for anything is the rising curve on a monthly spreadsheet rules the roost, human beings have no ground to stand on from which to offer any voice of protest. It matters not that life saw fit for them to be born. The human competitive spirit, where the strongest are the last standing, is the order of this day, (and this order is a disorder), as it has been the 'order' of every day of our divided and tormented human shared and intricately woven existence.
Human consciousness does not evolve. It moves onwards in modified continuity.
And so there is ample evidence when viewing the entire picture of our daily happenings this day to suggest that a certain mass culling of our herd might well be underway. Long forecast, planned and designed. Long told and hinted at. Perhaps embarked upon with a ‘heavy heart’. But ‘heavy heart’ or not, this is completely missing the mark and an action of nothing other than total insanity. No offence your highness.
The insanity found in meeting and organising life through divisive human consciousness.
If my description at all represents what is truly taking place this day. Remember, never accept a thing, without seeing it as so for yourself. To do so, is to live a second hand life.
You must come to see for yourself. I am not in the business of convincing anyone of anything. I am not your teacher. I reserve that activity for my own life. I respectfully suggest you become your own teacher also. Awaken your own intelligence or stand forever in the ignorance of another man’s assertions, and perish in the immense danger inherent to such an insane approach to life as finding your life meaning in the words of a profiteering other.
I can blame no one for what I see. No one.
No 'heavy hearted' monarchs, no banking moguls, no empty hearted technocratic gurus so rich they might hold hundreds of billions, so poor, they do nothing to help another. Not even one poor child. Unless they can profit from the action. So blind, they see no one but themselves. I do not blame you either. I blame no one. Humanity took a wrong turn a long, long time ago. And we are still travelling down a twisting dangerous and difficult path into the same nefariously wrong direction.
That wrong turn was in allowing the processes of thinking to direct and order our lives and allowing isolated self interest to be the dominating factor of our lives.
This 'ordering' of our lives is the disordering of our lives.
Thought is memory. Memory is the past and the past is divided between us all. Here lies the root of all of our conflicts, misery and war. We act on thought, and so humanity can never be free of conflict. Think about that.
Living in memories is how we have been educated to live, one and all. Programmed, conditioned to live. We live in the past. We value knowledge above all else. The garden of Eden warned against this, and yet every Christian rests their head on the pillow of accepted knowledge coming from the authoritarian hierarchy of the profit driven church. Every Muslim does the same, only relying on the knowledge gleaned from the Quran. The same, across all four thousand two hundred plus religious entertainments which adorn every city of our broken up and divided society and so war-torn world.
These very religions are one of several primary causes for the breaking up of our world. All divisions are rooted in self interest, and self interest in action denies peace and love.
The word ‘corruption’ etymologically carries a meaning of ‘breaking into pieces’. Corruption is not only found in the greasy palms of every global prostituted politician, (perhaps, one hopes, bar a few). Corruption is found in life wherever there is division. Today, the wealth divide, is the greatest threat to humanity as a whole. In previous centuries, ideological divides, so named ‘religious’ divides, (conceptual accepted imagery), political divides, national divides, have all had their time to run forefront. And mankind's sorrow has only grown.
And it will continue to do so, until we face the root of all of our problems. The root of our problems is the present day divisive nature of human consciousness. Thinking.
Corruption, the 'breaking into pieces' of life, is found in life wherever there is any division. Today, the wealth divide, is the greatest threat to humanity as a whole. In previous centuries, ideological divides, so named ‘religious’ divides, political divides and national divides have all had their time to run forefront.
The nature of the divide differs, but a divide is the central common factor to all of corruption, and so all conflict, and so all violence, fear and the falling of every mother’s tear, in the breaking apart of humanity in acts of division. See this for yourself, take the time to understand this, I am on my knees begging you to, with tears flowing down my face. There are days I think tears will never end.
Divisions leads to conflict. And our thinking is what divides us all.
Political, ‘Religious’, ideological, national, wealth, class, it really does not matter one iota what the division is. Divisions inevitably lead to conflict. This, is natural law. Not my law, not the law of a corrupt self-seeking prostituted politician, this, is natural law. A natural law we seem to have so little understanding of.
We actually seem to think divisions allow for security.
Divisions isolate us in life. Did King Charles in all his years ever call you around for a cup of tea? Any billionaire ever invited you over for a weekend in his tenth purchased mansion? Ever invite you for a trip on his private plane or luxury yacht? Do Jews and Muslims get together on their respective religious holidays to celebrate each other lives? Are you welcome to participate in the deliberations of the World Economic Forum deciding on the future of you and your family lives? Is an American politician welcome in North Korea or Russia? Do our governments grant access for the general public to scrutinise their daily conversations?
Divisions isolate us in divisive self interest.
And divisions bring to our lives conflict and war and every human suffering imaginable.
We are divided in this thing we call ‘society’ in every way imaginable. We have built this society from our divisive actions. Our divisive actions come from our divisive ways of thinking. Our divisive ways of thinking arise from our divided past, from which our memories have been gathered. Our thinking processes are destroying our lives and our world. Shall the only peace we ever come to find be the peace offered in death?
Can you imagine your life, had you been born into the affluent societally gifted privilege of the life of a King? Everyone worshipping your every move, from childhood throughout life. Everyone treating you as a superior. Almost everyone, although certain bankers likely place their status above King. Immeasurable gifted wealth at the expense of all others. A belief in the sanctity of your bloodline. A choice of palaces to sleep in at night. Never lifting a finger, other than to cut some meaningless ribbon with a pair of scissors held in meaningless hands. Until recently, even the wiping of your royal backside carried out by some lower statured mortal.
Our thinking arises from our past experiences. Our actions arise from those recorded past experiences. Thought runs automatically, for God’s sake, someone see the danger and begin to waken up to the inherent divisive war bringing nature of human thought. Before it truly is too late. The hour is very late indeed.
I am not criticising any King, nor anyone else. I hope this much is transparently clear. ‘Heavy hearted’ or otherwise.
Can you imagine your life now born in the poorest of wealth raped African villages? Lucky enough here, to survive perhaps the first few days of your miserable life. No prospects, no education, no warm bed, no running water. Little food.
Our thinking arises from our past experiences. Our actions from those recorded past experiences. Thought leads to action, action builds our society.
The Jewish child, becomes a Jew. The past is continued into the future. The Palestinian child, becomes a Palestinian. Both are educated to hate the other. The past is continued into the future. No one has the same past experiences. Do you see how the functioning of the human brain is destroying the lives of all of humanity? Do you see this?
Please, look until you do.
Everywhere we find a division we find conflict and war. From husband and wife, to Russia and America, to politicians and people, to monarch and subjects, to elitists and ordinary folk, identifying to the concept of their symbolic names, identifications and attachments given at birth and gathered through time from the past to the future throughout all this suffering life.
Conflict and war destroys the lives of human beings and brings untold suffering into the consciousness of humanity. It always has and we have never given one moment to understand why this is happening.
We are too fascinated with progressing our divisive pasts. And these divisive pasts in continuity are the reason for the continuity of our never ending suffering.
The human brain is millions of years old. You are ancient, but you will only see this if you cease to measure your life from the giving of a symbolic categorising birth name to the point of death of the same.
Your life, is the life of humanity.
Your consciousness is the consciousness of humanity.
You are humanity.
Not an individual.
You think you are different to all others because you hold a divisive belief? Or a different name? Because you vote for a different political direction, or hold, (to now), a different occupation? These are all surface decorations, and as we live on the surface of our mind, this is all we see. The ground we stand upon is the same ground for us all. The ground of thinking. This dead past is where we find our life security. And the past, as previously explained, is different for each of us, and so here, is the very root of where we so tragically and sorrowfully fracture. And this fracture is destroying our race.
No one is to blame. This is an old story, as old as mankind himself. That’s you. That's the heavy hearted King. That's every human being alive this day and yet to come. And every one of them is you. Because we all share the same human consciousness.
We have found security where there is none to be found, in following the traditions of days past which are themselves responsible for our continuing bloody carnage. Because they divide us. We must protect ourselves from our own insanity this day, manifesting in the minds of the poverty stricken rich, the titled and the powerful as much as in the minds of your neighbour, your brother and yourself.
At a more fundamental level than this, we must revolutionise our psychological approach to life. We must end finding security in thought and its necessitated continuous divisions allowing the past to dictate our actions, which can only ever divide us and continue the suffering of all of humanity. That is all of us. No one escapes.
Look within. Look at what you call ‘within’.
This, is thinking.
You understand nothing of this area. You allow thought to decide upon your course of action in life, without understanding the nature of what is deciding. You carry fears, hurts, inner arising depressions, and a strong sense of desire and perpetual seeking of greater pleasures. This is the ground of all of humanity. And this is the greatest danger to all of humanity. We need see it as so. For seeing clearly brings action to life. Acting from thinking, is acting without perception. Perception acts holistically.
Do you have the stamina to look at what you call 'yourself', which is not yourself at all? The divided mind of all of humanity. This takes stamina. This can and is likely to be highly arduous.
But if you see that our world is burning, and you see the past history of mankind and you realise that it has never been anything else other than this burning, and you see this burning is being caused and has always been caused by the actions of men, and you see you are one of those, and you see that actions arise from thinking, and you see the chaotic disordered movements of the inner world of thought.....then you will see your own responsibility to bring this inner world to change so that the outer societal structure may come to true revolution.
And if this is possible, (and I am obviously suggesting it is), though perhaps not for the faint hearted, then human action can change, and if human action can change we can build a society which values love, life, death, beauty, more than it values greed, self-interest, power and manipulative control. A world which values honesty more than deception and compassion for others more than never ending selfish interest in the continuity of my own isolated divisive egotistical conceptual existence.
This holds importance way beyond your own life. Your life is the life of humanity, as your mind is the mind of humanity. A structure of flowing words and images. Love lives outside this mind. Take a close look ‘within’.
Can you see love here?
Then end that which love is not. Not through any action of will, not through suppression, but through continual observation without choice and without direction. Understand the corruption you live as and within.
Understand that which denies love in your life and so in this world.
If you can bring an end to the societal educated and traditional corruption of the human brain you call ‘mine’, a change is beginning to take place in all of humanity. Something new is being born into the consciousness of mankind. And we need the new more than we need any outer revolution. And we need understand well no one is to blame. Attacking those who attack us, is to engage in the same chaos which can only increase the suffering of men.
The consciousness of mankind is one. Surface layers divide us. Names, titles, education, occupation, ideas, attachments, beliefs. We have been led into divisions, by the imposition of a nationality, by the imposition of the religious insistence that we are individual souls. Traditional blind acceptance of continuity of the ways of our past, which have always brought us to bloodshed. We have been divided by those who have professed to hold insight into the sacred. Those who stand on the same corrupted ground as us all. Religion is denied by all and any authority, for religion is the summation of all of one’s energy to come to find the truth of life. No one can give you the truth. Believing is completely missing the mark.
We have been cheated, lied to, manipulated and cajoled, through every step of our sorrow filled history. Lied to by ourselves, lying, to ourselves. The eternal misery bringing actions of divisive self interest. This has been the pattern of our never ending continuity. The nature of our progress, past to future, progressing towards more efficient and devious ways of killing each other, never understanding why we do so and have always done so.
Shall we continue the same into the next thousands of years and countless billions of tears, or shall we change?
This is a valid question is it not?
What is your responsibility here?
Shall we find infinite perception to meet each other in accurate relationship and demand love to be of greater significance than continuing past memories, that we might come to see the world as the very same for each of us, void of distorting images arising from divisive pasts?
Shall we ever come to know the true meaning behind the words ‘I love you’, will these words ever hold meaning to our hearts beyond a desire to seek and possess the pleasures of another’s naked body?
How can we love when we fear?
How can we love when we hate?
How can we love when confused?
How can we love when our lives are so blinded by our own self-interest that we cannot even see the life of another?
How can we love when we are divided? Love is whole. Love is complete.
Tears fall down my cheeks. For I have been either blessed or cursed to come to see the nature of the sorrow which infiltrates the minds, lives and total societal structure of the only people I can ever call my own family.
The rich. The titled. The so named ‘religious’ who are as void and empty of love and beauty in their lives as any other man. So ready to kill another and to be killed.
I am so very tired of this world. The only place in this universe, where life means less than concepts. Where an ideological 'future' means more than the sacred present moment which presents to life. Where the beauty and magnificence of a life met in present moment relationship means less than the continuity of a conceptually identified past which divides us all and slaughters our little children.
Many must be those in my family this day who are meeting the unwelcome kiss of deep sorrow. The consequence of meeting a world where your life is not welcome. The consequences of living isolated in divisions. The consequence of the untimely death of a loved one, an illness, a war, a crippling disease from a source which professed safety.
Will you remain with your sorrow?
Scream, cry, shake, but remain here. Watch without choice. Do not seek comfort. Watch without direction. Watch every movement of every thought. Watch sorrow, hold it lovingly with interest in your heart. Watch every thought until you might feel your heart will break open.
For thought, is the ground of all sorrow.
Do not escape. Remain steadfast and true. In the understanding that a mind in sorrow is incapable of love and that this world needs love more than it needs anything else.
If you can do this, you will surely come to find that your very life is the beginning of the most fundamental revolution this world needs to see. And the future days and months and years and decades and centuries of humanity might yet be saved the insanity of those who never question, who rest in the comfort of their own wealth and power, and who only see their limited approach to life of acting on divisive thinking and self interest as the only possibility. Who see intelligence as the gathering of data, and relegate concern for others behind monumental greed, power and self concern for only their own lives. As though isolated from all. Which they have become.
The future of humanity is your future. As the past of humanity is your past. Unless we change, the future continues to decline. The future will be a modified continuity of today, in perpetual degradation, for that which continues wears itself out. Only that which ends, meets the possibility of a rebirth.
This day is a modified continuity of yesterday. Tomorrow, and all tomorrows, will be a modified continuity of this day. Unless a change takes place, one which ends the continuity of our shared and conflicted past, the divisive nature of the time based mind of humanity, will be the destruction of humanity.
A change demands an ending to what came before, a death of what came before and this death demands the action of clear vision.
And all action is only possible now.
here lies heaven
First off, before we start, I have no interest at all in convincing you of anything. I have no motivation to what I speak about, other than to relate in words, which in themselves communicate nothing other than symbols, what I have come to see through a highly arduous path, of the nature of a human life.
If what I see sits in disagreement with what you see, I would ask not that you cast my words aside, not that you tear down this signpost without taking one footstep in the direction being pointed towards, but that you question if the signposts you carry are your own. Is the security and understanding of your life you carry something you have found for and by yourself?
If the answer is not, I ask you, what value can they have for your understanding of your life? What value is there to ever be found in living in the shadows of another man’s understanding?
And for once, and if you can, I ask that you question the ground of your supposed security, which are the whisperings of another man’s pointing, religiously, politically, ideologically, medically, then question this man’s too, for he seeks to convince you of nothing at all. He seeks nothing from you.
So why does he write? He writes because he has seen something, he sees something, and what he sees can never be claimed as his own. What is seen, and seen clearly, is true and ubiquitous to all, and so never a ground for conflict, and so the ending of all disagreements, conflict and war, which is the life and misery of mankind. Which is the life of every one of us.
There are four sides to every human life.
Four components which when working in harmony provide access to a life of beauty and understanding beyond all measurement. Mind, body, heart and soul. Keep in mind I am trying to convince you of nothing. And I am painting on a canvas to represent a view which lies beyond the canvas. I am not interested in followers or in popularity. On the contrary, I find such attitudes distasteful. I am interested in the despairing of this world and in the dawning realisations of its lack of substance of any offering from every direction.
I am interested in those empty inside who would seek to fill their emptiness with true meaning.
Mind. Mind as we meet it is a conditioned, programmed, limited, divisive and conflicted thing. Mind is a stream of words and images, a movement in time, travelling from past incompletion, seeking greater completion in a conceptual future which arises from the same movement, from the past, and so is a modified continuity of what has been.
Mind is identity, name and achievements, attachments and accumulations. Mind is fear and desire, the incessant seeking of pleasure and the carrying of pain. Mind is what we predominately live as. We look at ourselves as a 'mind within a body'.
This is false and highly incomplete vision.
Mind and body are inseparable. Mind is movement within body, as blood is movement within body. Thought is movement between the memory cells of the brain, a movement of knowledge, a movement of past recordings seeking continuity in a future conception passing through the present moment in a line of unbroken continuity. Finding security by repetition and growth in time. Growth and continuity of what has been identified with, attached to and believed in. Growth and continuity of the past.
And so human consciousness, which is the same movement in each of us, is the dividing factor in the lives of mankind.
No one has the same past. No one seeks the same future.
One man seeks the continuity of his status and power, another seeks the continuity of being American, another Russian, one a Jew and one a Muslim. And so the human mind, identical in nature, differing in content based on past remembrances, as no one carries the same past, is the inward movement of destruction never departing from the sorrow filled lives of mankind.
There is no such thing as an 'individual' in this world, we are all the same, the 'individuality' is found in the content, not the structure of our mind. Divided as this is, we are all of us responsible for this mad, power driven brutal world we live in.
There is no division between the inner nature of mind and the outer manifestation of society.
Mind, has built society.
The human body is a manifestation of life. The human body is the home to mind. Mind is a material thing, as the human body is a material thing, without memory the mind would cease to exist and memory arises from the memory cells of the human brain. Mind is material. There is nothing spiritual in activity or nature of the human mind. This is a societal manifestation, a central computerised like existence within the brain, an automatic programmed limitation to meeting life freely without bias, prejudice or self-interest. We believe we are free when we are free to act, we have never realised that which is free to act, the human mind, is not, in nature, free. Chained, yet free to move within the limitation of those chains, can hardly be considered freedom.
The human body has its own rhythms, its own order. Related to brain activity, but not related to mind. No one has to think to beat their heart, to breathe, or perspire. This is the domain of life breathed into the human body.
Breathed by what? By life.
The same energy as brings thunder and lightning to the skies and holds the planets in suspension in infinite space. The same energy which births every child and takes everyone to the grave. The human body and mind have immense capacity which live beyond the boundaries accepted and educated by the human mind.
The body is an extension of the physical Universe.
A manifestation which grows out of the living ground of the Universe. Take away the Sun, all human life dies. And so the Sun is as vital to every human body as the beating of every human heart. Pollute the skies, as we are finding out today, human life suffers and dies. And so the quality of the air in our skies is as important as the quality of the oxygen in our bodies.
Both, are the same.
Add poisons to the food and chemicals to the water, and expect consequences to the human body. For the water is the flow washing clean between the cells of the body. Replace life giving plants with petrochemical derivatives and do not expect the same level of health.
Expect a breakdown in health.
The human body is never found without an environment suitable to maintain and grow its life and maintain its health. Life prepares well for the journey of all living things. All living things grow alongside the environment which supports their life. Otherwise, they could not grow.
In mankind, who sees himself divided from life, which is an educated corruption within his mind, for practically since birth, he has been told he is something divided from all of life, he imagines he can better that which life has provided for his sustenance. If he imagines at all.
More likely, he follows the imaginings of others.
And here, we find two of the elements of our lives, so deeply corrupted this day. The mind of humanity has been corrupted to a pattern programmed into the brain of 'self,' an identity and so, of 'self-interest', a narrowing down of awareness to seeing oneself as the only thing of value and meaning, without any questions as to the nature of what 'oneself' actually is.
'Self' is a societally instilled program running in the human brain. Doubt what I say.
And so the birth of all unnecessary divisions between all men, and so the birth of conflict and war, a program of living life in the past, which is thought, and of carrying that past which is never complete, for the past stands on a ground of knowledge, and there is always more to know, into a future seeking greater completion which never arrives.
Humanity is a deeply lost and seemingly fatally sick race.
The body has been corrupted in the name of medicine and in the name of food. Provided naturally and freely by life, these two essential commodities for every life have been commercialised and bastardised.
The human heart is the centre of all feeling. The potential arising of passion and joy, the actual arising of suffering and pain, pleasure and fear and desire. This day the human heart is as corrupted as the mind and the body. The human heart is full of the emotional reflections of the continuity of the symbolic greatly meaningless movements of the divisive human mind.
Passion and joy are rare to find. Throughout all of history, rare, to find.
Suffering and pain are almost ubiquitous, as are pleasure, fear and desire. Reflections of the activity of the brain, named ‘mind’, which is the builder of its own life meaning, and the prison walls of its life. Represented by 'self', conceptualised and identified by name, this mind becomes the life we lead, and life itself, is laid barren to waste.
The soul lies unseen.
And almost always, through all of time, from the beginning of time, other than in the lives of the very few, ever has been seen.
The soul of humanity, the giver of eternal life, is far removed from the imaginary conceptualisations of mind as can be imagined. This has nothing to do with thought. Thought continues, life, after life after life, the destructive stream of human consciousness flows between every dying and born generation.
Do not take my word for this.
Look at the past history of our race. See the same divisive activities. Understand we have not changed psychologically since the dawn of time.
Every newly born brain, is in a process of evolution and so every brain stands on the past ground of every brain which ever came before. In psychological terms this is the continuity of the past. The history of humanity is your history. And your life is the history of those yet to come, and all this history in carried and inherited by the next generation.
Tell me it’s not so.
The history of humanity is held within every man's brain cells.
How long have there been Jews on this planet? How long Christians? How long Hindus? I will tell you that one, ten thousand years. Human consciousness does not evolve, past recordings cannot evolve. It is handed down traditionally and educated into the lives of new arrivals to the constant decline of the human race. Why decline? Because all which knows continuity knows the process of ageing, decay, and eventual death. And conflict, between the continuity of divisive streams which travel together but can never meet. To the prior mentioned conceptual religious divisive beliefs of humanity, we could add the following of the Egyptian God Horus. Plus many others. No one believes in Horus today. Yet the movement is the same.
The names may change; the structure is a constant. The mind you call ‘yours’, is not your mind, it is the mind of humanity caught in time, a prisoner which sits within the prison walls of its own self-interested and so divisive activities. And its activities have been deeply programmed into divisive grooves of action within every brain.
Accept nothing. Question everything, if you hold such capacity.
I could be insane. In an insane world, it is way too common to find the insane.
The 'soul' of man has nothing to do with the body, which dies. Nothing to do with the thought based structure of the mind which is a small part of the operational function of the body. Which also must die, yet knows a continuity beyond death in the lives and minds of 'others'.
'Others' functioning in exactly the same way as 'myself'.
The 'soul' has nothing to do with the human heart so full of desires and fear, pleasures and pains and time, the emotional residues of the murmurings of days past seeking to build and grow into the future, and so turning the whole of life into a reflection of the dead past.
The soul is eternal. The soul is the mind of God. Not a belief in God, the mind of God.
In living within mind, body and heart, functioning this day as an unholy trio of corruption founded in movements past, mankind has gained the world, and lost his soul. He values the superficial in every direction. He values sex, more than love, which has never entered his life, for love is not found in the human mind, so crammed full of captured remembrances of things past seeking their continuity and fruition into a conceptual future.
Sex may be an expression of a deep connection between two real lovers, not only lovers in bed, seeking orgasmic distraction from the conflicted inner movements of their lives, but lovers in life, lovers of life, who see the same life, and so meet in other ways than in bed. But so rarely is this the case. Most often sex is a repetitive act standing on a ground of pleasure, and pleasure is always a continuity remembered from the past. And that which is repeated, is in a process of continuity and enters a process of decay and corruption, dissatisfaction, and inevitable breakdown.
And beyond all of this corruption of the word 'love' and potential flowering expression of the nature of loving respect between a man and a woman who hold a clear view of life, shared together and a deep admiration and respect for each other, there is another kind of love, and the nature of this second love, is the nature of the soul, and the soul is found, where mankind never looks.
The soul is all but invisible to mankind. He looks upon his soul as inconsequential, for he is rather busy, occupied, going places. And soul has only ever been relayed as to be found in belief, and this falsity has grown rather tiring.
Heard in every song of a bird, in every passing moment, every breeze in a tree, in the sound and movement of the babbling brook and even in the car passing by on a street.
Witnessed in the face of another, every friend, every foe and every lover. Felt in the breath of touching wind on face on a warm summers day. Felt in the biting cold of winter. In the smile on a child's face. In the stars which adorn a night sky.
Soul is the ground of love, and the ground of love is life itself beyond every image, description and word. Here lives such immeasurable beauty, all life and all death. Without soul, nothing exists, and without connection to soul, life shrivels and dies. Witnessed in the shrivelling and dying of the society of men, built from and maintained by soulless lives. Disconnected from the source of all life. Disconnected from soul.
Soul belongs to the sacred. And soul lives beyond every man’s eyes. For every man's eyes have been captured by time, and soul, is a timeless place.
That which is timeless, cannot be found in the past, nor in the future, where man lives and travels towards in hope of reaching something of value never found. Soul is selfless and where self exists, which is continuity of identity and accumulation of attachments and possessions from the past, soul can never be found.
And so man, as he stands, as he has perhaps always stood, bar the lives of the very, very few, is a soulless and empty creature.
The transformation of our society is only to be found in the transformation of a man’s life, and this transformation involves a reconnection to soul
Soul is outside of the human mind. As love and beauty are outside of the human mind.
Soul is living presence, timeless, and presence is a word deeply related to now. Life is not present in the past, in memory, in thought or in knowledge, though these all have their place. Life is not present in the future, which has yet to arrive.
These are the kingdoms of men. And the kingdoms of men are not the kingdom of life. And the kingdom of life is found in the connection of a man's heart and mind to soul.
The human mind is the the source of all other corruption. The corruption of the body by 'medicine' which is not medicine, 'food' which is not food, contaminated water and air, the pitiful inability to view life as it is, (one complete whole), is the outcome of living predominately within the prison cell of limited thinking, and seeking to carry this as a guide for life in the area of all things eternally into a limited and divisive and so conflicted conceptual perpetual future.
And so never ending repetition of stupidity, violence, divisions and wars for all of humanity. Never ending suffering which inevitably at some point comes to enter every life. And the suffering of the carried past, rooted deep in the cells of every human brain, a mountainous sorrow, which underlies the superficial layers of human consciousness focussed on 'self'.
We have reduced our lives to words and images. And we look at the nature of ourselves as this. And we consider ourselves intelligent.
The human mind is the corruptor of the heart, thought founded emotions fill this inner vessel, negating any connection of emotions to life itself. Superficial achievements, conquests, victories and desires. And as much as the human heart can swell when standing in the victory of any conquest, sexual, material or otherwise, it shrinks in the nature of fear which accompanies every seeking of continuity of pleasure, and suffers greatly when it loses the continuity of what was desired.
But most of all, the human mind is the corruptor of any connection to the human soul.
The corruptor of the human life to what is known as God.
Don’t get carried away with that word, neither positively nor negatively.
One could use the word 'life', the 'universe', 'soul', 'spirit', or even, on agreement, we could reverse those letters and come to the name 'Dog'. I am not being blasphemous, a name is only a word. But then, we would have to find another word for a dog. The word is not the thing. Never.
The word 'God', is not God, the word which you identify with, your given birth name, is not what you are, 'life', is not life, and 'death' is not death. 'Love' is not love, and nothing is as it is named.
And we live in a world and stand on a ground of names. We mistake the symbolic for the real.
Our ground is a ground of symbols and words, are also symbols. All human thought is a movement within symbols and images. And our life, is the same. Is this life? Words and images?
The field of the soul is vast. But 'vast' is the wrong word. The field of the soul is infinite. It contains all there is to contain. And is also the invisible nature of that which it contains. And so it is complete, whole, and so holy. It has its own movement, yet is going nowhere, has no direction, it’s life is its death and its death is its life, for it holds nothing, carries nothing, there is no continuity here, and so no decay, no corruption possible, no division and no conflict. And so absolute freedom, love, joy, bliss, ecstasy, beauty, death and life.
The field of the soul is timeless. Time is only found in the conceptual thinking mind of men. Time is a movement, as thought is a movement, time is a measurement, as man’s life, thought based, is a measurement. Progressively seeking to get better. Progressively seeking perfection, carrying imperfection along for the ride. To meet perfection, imperfection need end. Not be continued towards an ideology of perfection which never arrives because imperfection is never ended.
The field of the soul is a field of absolute perfection, and so betterment is an impossibility here. You cannot better that which is complete. You cannot travel further, to arrive.
Man’s mind of words and images, which is only this, words and images, gathered concepts and memories from past, divisive between all, fragmenting into a billion differing directions, when life stands before all eyes in need of not one future, always leading to war, is the denier of meeting his soul. The corrupter of heart into cheap meaningless imitations of love and cheap imitations of life meaning and wealth. Love has become identified to sex and the possession of another. A thing of the marketplace. Give me what I desire, meet my needs, and I 'love you'. Take from me from what I desire, my love dies for you. And wealth has become identified to the maximum numbers a man may possess, printed from the unlimited stock of very thin air. The superficiality and artificiality of finding one’s empty heart's meaning in the possession of a dozen palaces, when all ever needed was the warmth of one meaningful home.
Accept nothing and tread carefully here, for if you see the true nature of this world and you even catch a solitary glimpse of the nature of the soul of life, of a life intended before the repetitive superficial mumblings of limited knowledge, words and images took seed and grew in the human brain into such dire consequence, populating, dividing, raping and slaying all good and meaningful throughout the entirety of human existence, your heart will break open in the deepest of sufferings imaginable.
You may come to think you hold endless tears.
If faint hearted, best not to venture this way. Turn back now and remain in your life of incompletion, ever seeking completion, as incompletion can only do, turn back to your life of finding love in meaningless sex and wealth in more than you could ever know what to do with, as billions around you lie dying and starving on the ground.
An old story.
A continuous story, for that which has continuity, never comes to end.
Not for the not faint hearted, and for any who still accompany this man’s words, beyond the words, the meaning of the great suffering which your heart finds on awakening vision to this dichotomy of the life of man is this.
Suffering awakens passion and passion leads to beauty in life. Through the most arduous of journeys, through the death of the life familiar which came before.
To the greatest of life’s treasures.
The truth hurts, but the truth shall set you free. Suffering breaks illusions. Suffering brings an awareness something is wrong. And something, is very wrong indeed.
Never escape sorrow.
Never run away nor seek to suppress sorrow. Never seek to go beyond. Do not escape into a bottle or a drug, into the arms of superficial lovers in an act of mutual possession and use, imagining you have found anything in your life other than a corruption. Do not escape through countless hours of entertainment, religious, or otherwise.
Remain solidly with the shock. And let it absorb you.
Life could never desert you, for you were incarnated from life.
Change this word 'life' to 'God', if it more suits your sensibilities. Or any other word you see fit. It is man who has deserted life. By living on words and images, he has become lost from the whole of life.
By eating from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, he became detached from the only thing which gives life love, death, beauty and meaning and wealth beyond all coin. A constant replenishment from an infinite loving source. The only source.
The world as it lives and dies in every moment, just beyond man's world of meaningless meaning, here, lives the greatest of all meanings. Just behind the walls of images, identifications, fears, desires, lust, pleasure and pain, just behind the walls of knowledge, just behind the walls of divisive, conditioned thinking.
Just behind all you are this day and all that you identify with, seek, gather and carry.
Here, lies heaven.
What is the origin of all creation? It’s not in the Bible or the Quran.
Is this an old fashioned question?
I am perhaps an unusual man. I see that the birth of a new society must be founded on the corner of religion. Again, not the Bible or the Quran. But rather a loving and living religion. And I feel that the question of what religion actually is has deep relationship to the understanding of the current and past psychological and continuous condition of the human mind.
Our mind, our psychological state is what we are. And what we are is a never ending movement of thinking centred around a central ideology of 'self'. This movement is the result of continuing societal programming of the human brain and divides men, from Jew, to Muslim, to Hindu, to Christian, to American and Russian, and so on and on.
Multiple are our divisions, as numerous as are our illusions. For all our abundant religious activities, there is no religion in the world. No living religion. No true understanding of what the word actually means, and so no living quality of what the word symbolises.
Our human consciousness is a progression of self interest in psychological time. This is limited, as the human self is a movement grown from the foundation of human memory, and memory is limited to past experiences, and past experiences are forever limited. No one experiences everything. Our human consciousness is a process in the memory cells of the human brain. There is nothing spiritual about thought.
Thought is a material movement of the brains memory cells.
This process involves itself as programmed to involve itself, seeking status, seeking security, gathering, always adding to itself, yet always limited to the boundaries of knowledge gathered from limited past experiences, and so forever, our lives are lived in a very small area.
This programming includes a movement from remembered past to a projected future seeking betterment, in the name of progress, religion, national identity, self-interest. As this inner movement is forever limited and divisive in its limitation against others doing the same, this is the root cause of all conflict between human beings. The separation between human beings is the human self.
That, which you are.
This ‘self’ forms the whole content of our consciousness. This is an inner built structure within the memory cells of the brain built out of knowledge, remembrances gathered from the past. The inner structure of the brain of humanity is identical in structural nature, it differs in the content based upon the divisive nature of past experiences. One man is born into a Muslim world, one a Hindu, one a Jew, one a Christian, again, American and Russian and so on and on and on and on.
The psychological past and the future are conceptually programmed elements of this inner structure and both future and past within this psychological world are found in the present moment.
A common element within this psychological prison cell of the brain societally gifted is fear. Fear is found wherever time is found. A projected future inherently brings fear. The future is an unknown and knowledge carries awareness of the terrible things which can happen in this world, especially this world in the hands of such insanity as it this day. Fear is inherent to the programmed nature of our movements of thought. You must see this? You must be aware how fear arises within this inner mechanical structure? You are, after all, such a mind.
Past and future bring fear to thought. I endure a difficult time in life, perhaps serious ill health, or a friend or relative has been ill, and thought projects the future possibility of the return of my ill health, perhaps my death, or the same of those I hold near. Is knowledge a cause of fear? It would seem to be would it not? Thought, which is knowledge, is the cause of fear.
A mind engaged in inner activity of fear, obviously, cannot be a religious mind.
A fearful mind, is not a religious mind, it is a confused mind, a mind in battle within itself, projecting unwanted outcomes to life and attempting to suppress, or run away from. Desire is another common component to the inner nature of a mind founded on knowledge. Desire is needed to progress, to build, to grow, and may have a place in life, but in the area of the psychological realm of humanity, this movement again brings us to division, for we can only desire what we know and what we know comes from our past, and our past is divisive between us all.
No one has the same past.
The divisive psychological condition of humanity, is the enemy of humanity.
Can these divisive inner movements end?
What is the cause of such inner destructive continuity in the inner nature of mankind? Is it not important to understand the cause of all of the inner divisive chaos of humanity which builds his outer chaotic world, this day flowering into a self-projected 'Great Reset' standing on a ground of monumental divisive self-importance and the incessant hunger and greed of those with the largest of all desires and the largest of all self-interest?
This desire so common to humanity is born from previous recorded sensation. And so we are caught in a loop, ever chasing into perpetuity the continuity of experiences past. Born from the seeking of more of that which previously brought delight. Desire depends on the continuity of an inner image, and once more, this is a divisive factor among men, as this image is carried from past experiences, recorded and progressive. And divisive. Psychological thought in progressive movement of time, is a movement of desire and fear. We hunger after what we desire, the fears, we run from, or seek to suppress. And both are related. I fear I may not get what I desire, and I fear even if I get it, I may lose it in time. Or someone else may take it from me.
It is little wonder this inner chaotic movement has built a world now in the grips of the insane. It is little wonder our home has known nothing but war. For this movement is no way to meet life as it is, and meeting life as it is, is to meet the creative, for the sacred lives in the timeless, and the timeless is complete, whole (and so holy) and all this is found only now.
Not to be moved towards. To arrive now, you must stop progressing. You must cease all movements to arrive where you are.
There is no division inwardly between what you are and these divisive fragmented qualities. This fragmented 'self' is what you are. What you are, is this inner movement. If you take away all thoughts, where is the thinker, who states 'I am'?
Desire is what you are.
Fear is what you are.
Related qualities such as worry, stress, anxiety, confusion, pleasure, hurts, all of this, is the human psychological self. There is no other. You may argue against this, I would ask in reply, have you studied the field at all?
Not looked in books, have you read the book of yourself?
You can watch and see what is actually taking place if you do. Much more reliable than listening to an 'expert'.
And you will learn so much more if you do this than in the reading or listening to another’s words, certainly, including these words.
This society brings great suffering to mankind. Is this not strange? This society, built by mankind, brings great suffering to mankind. What a strange thing man has done to build a system which enslaves and torments his life. Reflective, of the inner state he has inherited through a process of education and tradition.
And so every human being suffers, outwardly as well as inwardly, because suffering is inherent to a mind which lives and carries the past to a future in conceptual time, in a movement of desire inviting fear rooted in ambitious self interest travelling in conceptual time battling against all others.
We suffer greatly on the death or injury of a family member or close friend. We carry the memory of the person now gone, which torments our lives in the break of the attachment to the continuity of the road we had travelled through life.
The memory itself, brings the sorrow. Is a mind in suffering, a mind in shock of a loss, a religious mind?
And through the course of all our shared lives together we have never known peace. And this also has great relationship to the inner nature of our psychological lives. Fifteen thousand wars in the past only six thousand years has added immense suffering to the lives of all of mankind. Thats your life, as much as it is mine.
And we are still at it today.
We have turned war into an industry demanding more be spent on weapons annually which blow innocent children to bits, than we are spending to providing children with food. Is a mind which participates in conflict and war a religious mind?
It is little wonder we suffer in a world such as this. The deception, the lies, the mistrust, the greed, the self-interest, the fear, the divisions by the billion, from the great houses of religious entertainment to the parliament and presidential buildings, from Temple, to Mosque, to Cathedral. We could go on and on and on and on. Suffering seems the common lot of all of mankind.
Suffering arises from conflict and conflict is found in every division.
Is a suffering mind, a religious mind? Is a divisive mind, a religious mind? Beliefs divide men, is a believing mind, a religious mind? Many are those who claim so.
As suffering is a commonality for all of humanity, as one group brings suffering to the other, as the powerful shit on the lives of the weak, as the rich love more and more the superficialities they seek, their power, self-love and their greed.
But don’t condemn, for this is common to all of humanity, this inner nature which divides us all.
And so does it hold any potential to state that the consciousness of humanity, is one movement?
If I suffer, and you suffer, only in different ways, are we not standing on the same ground of suffering? And are the divisive contents of the inner recorded knowledge in our minds, not the very nature, the root of all of this pain? And so when you look, if you look, if you dare to look at your inner movements of thought, you are looking into the mind of all of humanity.
Perhaps now, you might begin to understand why the world is as the world is.
What is thought? Memory.
What is the place of thought? It has many. At place of work, to act in skill. To remember where is home, how to drive, play a musical instrument, talk a language, remember the face of a lover or spouse or friend. Thought has a million bona fide uses. But why, inside every human being, has thought built this movement of 'self', necessitating self-interest, which again, is the flowering of the insanity of a 'Great Reset', the agenda of 'climate change', the deception of politicians and rich men, who have divided their lives from the rest of humanity and are following their laid out plans of a long known and discussed agenda.
The latest flowering of insanity of a human consciousness which functions the way we all do. Look through the history books, the insane this day are only the latest representatives of a very old club of 'authority' bringing immense suffering to humanity in the name of making life good.
The entire activity of our daily lives is founded on the movement of thought, which is memory, and memory is extremely limited to only the totality of divisively remembered past experiences. This is the communal divisive psychological cage which mankind lives within this day. This cage, brings us to conflict, as it's past, future, values, beliefs, prejudices, ideologies, desires and fears all differ between us. Naturally so, for no one shares the same past.
Can this inner cage which limits our lives, drives desires and fears and so much suffering ever come to an end?
Thought brings limitation to our lives. Verify these words, accept nothing, it will do you no good.
Not to be modified, made or 'built back better', for to change in such a way, is to continue the same limitations in modified continuity.
The nature of the Royal decreed Great Upset.
No, there is nothing special about these people, in fact they are identical in psychological nature to the average man on the street, same fear, same desire, same self interest, same hate, same self love and little for others. Massive self interest. Their unwarranted elevated societal position likely gives them a feeling there is something special about them. In the same nature perhaps as Hitler and Mao and Mussolini shared the same insane grand delusions.
And look where they 'led' our race.
But, no stones. This is a human problem. Not limited to a few.
We are all the same, all limited, tied down, confused, seeking to change, but the change which is sought, is sought by that which needs end, and so a change is never realised. Forever traveling past to future, desirous, divisive, self interested and carrying fear.
And we call ourselves religious.
How can a mind so diabolically structured be 'religious'? Is it such a simple matter of living like this, in fear, carrying hatred and jealousy, divided, wounded and adding the words
What does it mean to end?
What does it mean to end to everything I carry which divides my life from another?
My religious acceptance of a traditional life, my feeling of patriotism, my attachment to family, friends, my ideologies, my beliefs, all carried from past to future inwardly indefinitely. All living alongside fear and desire.
Can this entire psychological movement of 'self', that which divides one man's life from another, can this inner conceptual movement end? Is this inner nature what we desire to continue beyond physical death? The continuity of fear, desires, all past, the continuity of self-interest, attachments, identity, is this it? Or is it the ‘soul’?
What is 'the soul', is it different to this movement of confused, conflicted, brutally divided human consciousness? If it is, then it is already beyond this ‘me’.
Thought will end at death. Nothing more certain. The movements of the brain’s memory cells cannot continue after the brain dies. Can we not end it before? We are to face this definite ending in the future, and that future is now.
Now contains the whole of time. The past and the future are found now.
We don’t like this, this approaching an ending, because the ending of the ‘me’, my identity, all attachments, pleasures, pains and desires I carry, a bag of inner educated and traditional concepts, denies the continuity of all this we carry, the 'meaning' of our life, which is the denial of any meaning at all. The ending of our life lived in seeking greater perfection, by carrying the past forwards psychologically in an action we call 'progress', which is a continuity in modified from of the same old rot.
When we die, our attachments end.
We end, in the nature of a psychological 'self'. Might it be possible to end this 'self' before physical death? To birth a new society? One where we live together in peace with minds rooted in the actual loving, living and dying sacred present quality of life?
Is this what Christ meant, when he said ‘unless a man be born again’? If this inner self, built and founded from knowledge can end, then so can jealousy, anxiety, violence, which all arise from and in relationship to the psychological attachments I carry. The stupidity of the eternal arising of the insane claiming the world as their own, can end. Self interest, the divisive factor, which so tears our world apart, can end.
Is attachment leading to jealousy, pain, conflict and violence and ambitious, competitive, aggressive self interest, the nature of a religious mind?
Our society needs change and those proposing the change do not have a clue, because they are acting in the area of what brings suffering to mankind’s lives. They are seeking change, and leading the change, is that which needs to end. It's a common problem.
Divisive, conceptual, limited thought.
The real change will come when we understand creation and the truth of what a religious life is, and this is only to be found, surely, in the ending of that which denies it, and what denies it is the movement of thinking within, the movement of mankind's consciousness. Divisive, aggressive, fearful, desirous, attached, travelling divisively together forever separated in illusory psychological time.
This is not personal, this is ubiquitous to our race.
The revolution this world needs meet is within us, not external to our lives, it is the unholy nature of how we live here, inwardly, which has built this outer world of insecurity, wars, suffering and fear. An irreligious world. For all it's churches and temples, this is an irreligious world. If it had religion, it would look far differently than it does today.
This revolution demands the ending of what is today, not a modification, making it 'better' in time.
Better corruption, is still corruption.
An ending is a death, without a death, nothing new will ever be found. And the death required is at the root of all problems.
That's you. Reading this here.
Once there was a man who had an incredibly realistic dream.
He dreamt he was at his local village market. A passing mendicant walked along the road, and opened up a sack, and gave to him the largest diamond in the world. A thing of such beauty he had never before seen. As large as a pumpkin, this rock shone and the light from the sun brought such colours to his life, the likes of which he had never before seen.
He awoke from this dream in a sweat, troubled.
The dream had been so real.
He could yet feel the touch of this magnificent rock in his hands, but he looked, and nothing was there. This troubled the man and the rest of his night was restless. He felt incomplete, how could he ever now be whole? What kind of cruel, cruel dream had this dream been?
He had held the wealth of the world in his hands, and now it was gone. How he fretted to return to the land of the dream.
He fretted so much, he could think of little else, he visited the market daily, and stood for long hours in hope of meeting this passing mendicant, in hope that the dream had been prophetic in nature, in hope of becoming so whole. He stayed there for weeks, night and day. He watched so many others passing his way. And each day he returned home feeling a little emptier inside. This dream, so real, in life, had taken to hide.
A month or so passed, then one day, he saw a man in the distance, coming his way.
A sack on his shoulder, the figure was somehow recognisable. His heart started to beat faster, a light sweat appeared on his brow. 'Is my life to complete'? He asked 'Is this moment now'? His pulse quickened as the distant figure grew stronger, came closer, tangible, and he found it difficult to believe his eyes.
The mendicant from his dream, had come true to his life.
He started to shake, head to toe, the strangest of feelings he had ever known. And as the figure grew closer, confused and bewildered, he wondered 'what should I do'? How could he explain to this man what he had seen? How should he approach? Should he ask, should he beg, should he stand on his head? Would there ever be any sense in anything he said?
The mendicant came within reach of his voice.
And he shouted out to him, without any choice. His voice surprised even him. For he had made no decision for the words it came in.
'Give it to me, give it to me, please, give it to me!, He cried.
His heart was beating so fast; it was wonder he never died.
The mendicant stood there, a confused look on his face, who was this strange man in this market place?
'Give it me'! the man pleaded once more, 'I must be so whole. I must hold that diamond, what completes my soul'.
'You were in my dream many nights ago'. 'This meeting is fated, I am telling you so'.
The mendicants expression changed. A calmness came over his face. A slight nod he gave, to this man in this place.
He took his sack from his shoulder and opened it wide. ‘Is this what made you feel so whole, so complete, is this which was so wondrous to meet?’ 'Is this what captured your soul and made your heart dance'? 'Your dream was prophetic; this meeting was not chance'.
It was the largest diamond in the world.
It captured the light and rainbows of colour danced and hypnotised. Its many many facets brought such joy to this man’s face. The meaning of his waiting had arrived. He held it and a joy came to his eyes.
His heart sang a song, he felt so light he might rise from the ground. The wind played a tune, the most heavenly sound.
‘Can I have it’, can I have it'? He pleaded to the mendicant.
‘Of course’ came the reply. 'I found it on my travels, this thing of great beauty'. 'I travelled so far with it, so heavy as it is, it too caught my eye'. 'I see its great beauty as you saw in your dream, this wonderful rock, the largest I have seen'.
The man placed the diamond in his shaking hands, covered with it a cloth, fearing the eyes of others might also be captured, by this magnificent rock.
It was so beautiful, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
He could not risk losing it now, now he had this wholeness to his life, this completeness, this majesty, this treasure. This wealth never known, this love without measure.
He thanked the mendicant, tears streaming down his eyes. The mendicant smiled. And bowed his head a little, and bid the man farewell.
The man ran and he ran, as fast as he could, not really that fast, for this rock was indeed a weight. He ran towards his home, imagining how his life had changed. How emptiness was gone, a life, now, with no pain.
But the further he travelled he found a growing weight to his heart, unknown at first from where it came. It grew in strength, until this weight and the weight of the rock, the magnificent rock, brought him to completely stop.
He sat under a tree, unwrapped the cloth and looked at his love.
He began to cry. Tears fell down from his face, turning into diamond shards of light as they touched this stone, his wonderful object of so great delight.
He cried and he cried and he cried. He cried for hours. And slowly, so slowly, another vision began to appear.
He gathered his things, he covered the rock, this most wonderful of things. The possession of which had turned him to King.
And he ran and he ran as fast as could, back to the market, back to the market from where he had come. He looked around and around, but the mendicant had gone. And so he waited. And he waited. And he waited.
Day and night he waited. His heart felt even more troubled now, more troubled than before when he had longed for this object of love. Each passing figure, each passing face he studied from a distance, seeking recognition of the mendicant he had met in this place.
Another full month passed by. Almost giving up, a distant figure caught his eye. There was recognition in this walk, in the posture and flow. Could it be true? Was this man once more to know?
As the figure approached, his heart quickened once more. A light sweat appeared on his brow and beads fell to the floor.
The figure grew closer, his pulse quickened still. It was him. It was him! He ran, still clutching his treasured gift.
He ran right up to the mendicant.
The mendicant smiled, and greeted him well. 'How are you my brother, what stories to tell'?
The man held out this most beautiful of things. The object which had first made his life so complete.
And he said ‘Take it back! Take it back!’ The mendicant puzzled, and asked him 'but why'? 'This makes your life complete, brings that glint to your eye'. 'This makes your life whole, it makes your heart sing'.
'Why should I remove such a wonderful, beautiful thing'?
‘I want you to give to me what enabled you to give it to me.’ Came the unexpected reply.
The mendicant smiled the largest of smiles, he took back the rock and placed it in his sack, and he asked the man to travel with him, for he saw something in the man which now brought a song to his heart.
For many months they travelled together these two and the mendicant talked of many strange things. The man had to question and listen, to hear anything. Many times confused he was, many times he even cried. But he listened and listened, and listened, until at last he heard. What had he heard? Strange thing indeed. He had heard nothing at all, he had only listened. And in the silence of listening, he had heard everything.
And his listening had been so intense that he died.
He died, yet his heart still beat. He died, but the world was still there to meet. He died to all he had been before. This troubled heart of holding was not there anymore.
He kissed the mendicant and bid him farewell.
His heart now sang a different tune.
What had he seen? Where had he travelled? He had travelled where no one can go. What had he seen? He had seen the true meaning of the dream. Life was not found in carrying, not found in possession, it was found in letting it all go.
And the infinite patience of the mendicant had explained it so.
So much he had let go, so much he had never even realised he was even carrying. Many things past, regrets, pains, pleasures, so many things he had imagined he had longed to keep. He had carried it all, even mistakes and troubles.
And he had lived only for this, and to find and carry even more.
And so life had become a burdensome thing.
Until his meeting of life, no joy did it bring. He understood now why the rock had made his heart sing. And now he held nothing, not even himself. Was this life, was this death? Who cares, was this illness or health, who cares, who can tell?
He knew not a thing, he only now listened. To the world around and inside him. No single thing did he now possess. No need to hold, for it all belonged to life. As he belonged to life. All was alive, and yet soon to be gone. He kissed the lips of life, and danced with its song. And he felt richer than the King when the rock had made his heart sing.
The mendicant had given him treasure beyond his wildest dreams. Life was to be lived and died to moment by moment. Actually, the mendicant had not given him this, this was not his to give. He had pointed and pointed with infinite patience, until the man had seen where he was pointing towards. Until he was able to listen, to all that he heard.
Life was to be met through the senses, not gathered inside or out. Not held so close, not boasting in pride, not confused and in doubt.
And this was his love and this was his death and this was his life and his beauty.
And this man now walked a different step. He walked in the wholeness of life. He tasted its things, yet held onto none.
He received and let go, at times, he delighted in and carried what he had found, to outer eyes, he may even have seemed to hold on.
But when the time came to pass, it was gone. As he, was gone.
And in time, he was truly gone. This man who found death in life and life in death. And beauty in all living and all dying things.
For he, had come to realise, he also had been part of his dream.
WE WILL NOT COMPLY
We are second hand people. We have been conditioned practically since birth to be second hand people. We have been told how it is. In every stage and step and understanding of our lives we have been told how it is. And we have accepted.
It is so much easier than finding out. But accepting denies your own understanding of life.
And so it denies your life.
What is good and what is bad, what is acceptable and what is not, what is right and what is wrong, how to live, how to be religious, how to love, what it to means to have health, wealth, what the purpose of life is, how to treat ourselves when we are sick, how to raise a family, what constitutes nutrition, what is relationship, how to best satisfy a partner, what is law and justice, even, what we are. We are second hand people because we have depended on the guidance of others.
And we have swallowed their menu whole.
For good and bad, we centre this ideology on how we were educated and programmed. We centre this measuring scale of judgement on how whatever is being judged affects only our lives. Because we have been conditioned to measure the value of life on the value of an infinitely small thing. 'Me'. Itself, a conformity to an authority led patterned approach to life.
And so we have become deeply selfish. We have become as we have been led to be. We have come to find meaning in thought, image and concept. Value in paper pulled from thin air. Value in possessions. And for guidance in life, we have been programmed to follow an authority.
Think you are not self-centred?
Listen within, do you hear a constant flow of words and images? This, is human self, it is your societally placed self-interest. Birthed during school years. A societal conditioning, an inner authority to ensure your obedience to an outer authority.
This movement is the enemy of a free life. Freedom, means to live without occupation. And you are always occupied.
You are now your own enemy of any chance you possess to ever live a free life. This inner chatterbox ensures you remain within the educated programmed brainwashed confines of your societal conditioning.
A free life is a life without this self. But don’t take my word for it, I am not your authority. If I were, I would be your stupefying stupidity, and there is enough of this around.
This 'self' stands on a ground of societal conditioning. This self is social conditioning. Told what is God, told what is truth, told what to value, told, told, told, in every area of life. Commanded. Commanded to be what you are. Not to be what you are, to be what are commanded to be. The ground you stand on in life, is nothing you have found out for yourself, in any area of life. And so naturally, you come to find security in authority. For your life is a fake life, disorderly, and you now cling to the order professed by others.
Follow the church, follow the government, follow the doctor, follow the leader. Our lives are a game of follow the leader. Attach to beliefs, which divide you from others, attach to political points of view, which divide you from others, attach to a feeling of patriotism, which divides you from others. Attach to a partner, cover over the insignificance of life and the emptiness now met within, and to friends, limit your life and theirs to the same narrow circles of action. Attach to a profession, which does the same. Attach to your life, identified as a movement of inner words and images, and so deny the life, life itself intended.
Become a word. Become your name. Understand nothing about life. Others are here to tell you.
Read a book, it will tell you. The 'experts' will tell you.
The word 'authority' is related to the word 'author'. The person who writes the book. And we follow so many other’s books. We never write our own. We never live our own story. We never live our own lives, we never meet life, we live life as others have instructed us to do. We never live our own life. Think about that, let your inner conceptual societal constructed self of words and images begin to awaken as to the nature of it's true existence, standing on words and beliefs and assurances of others, a movement of memory based recordings, the past, allow an awakening to the nature, of it's absolute limitation to your life.
Of your limitation to your own life, spellbound, hypnotised, brainwashed.
We live, as told. So many others words. They know, and we follow, and we never question what it is they know. For they know. We know they know, and that, for us, is enough. They especially know if many others know they know. Easier, so much easier, to swim in the direction of a strong current, than to swim against it.
Do you see how gullible this is? Do you see how gullibly you live your life? Do you see how open to manipulation accepting authority leads life into? Do you see how dangerous this is? Do you see how this denies any freedom? Do you know what freedom is?
Or have you been told?
Many people this day are concerned about the shrinking outer freedoms of humanity. Placed in a cage by humanity. Authority is changing. The authority of the church is practically unrecognisable to only a few years ago. The authority of what was previously considered democratically elected government, the same. The authority of education has become interested in the sexualisation of our children. Perhaps, it always was. Perhaps, in never questioning life, we just never noticed before.
The chipping of our bodies, the merging of man and machine. The eating of bugs, the confinement to fifteen minutes within the place of our abode. The enforced vaccinations of all. The mixing of races and continual endless war. Endless pandemics. And still, we follow authority. At best, we protest, we never walk away.
For the outer society we meet, is the inner world which drives our actions.
Our protest at our bondage is an expression that we remain in chains. We must, for our chains are as much inward to our lives as they are outer, and without our inner chains, our outer chains would have little effect indeed.
Does authority not deny freedom? How can one be free if one must follow?
When someone else, established or not, is telling us how things are, are we not being denied the freedom to look and question and come to understand how things actually are for and by ourselves? Billions of people believe in a God. Authority has told them; this is a valuable position for life. To believe. And that authority exists in magnificent opulence, paid for by centuries of followers, as the followers themselves have existed in miserable poverty. Is this religion? Is this the meaning of the word? Is this an expression of undying love?
The church has placed itself in position of middle man, between God, and man. They know, and you have to know they know, for you have been told since knee high to grasshopper, brainwashed, to know that they know. And you, must follow them. Because they know, and you, do not. And so, you never find out. Never question, never find out the nature behind this word. 'Religion'. It’s not for you to question, only to be told. You are after all a miserable 'sinner', born so inferior and you are a sinner, and so inferior, because authority has told you so.
Do not question, never question, never come to your own understanding of a religious life, this is given to you, handed on a plate you devour, as told to. Which is to live a life, not as life had intended, following the natural laws of life, no, the self-benefitting laws of other self interested men. The continuity of the eternal divide is self. Never come to your own understanding in any area through tireless pursuit and incessant questioning, into the nature of what this word ‘God’ might elude to, into the nature even, of what you are. You are a 'who', a 'who' is a name and a name is a word. You may as well be a number. The church 'knows', it profits from its position of authority, and the loss, is your own non-understanding of your own life. You live your life caught, spellbound in the dreams put there by others. Much easier, just to follow. Jesus was the only son of God. You, are nothing in comparison to this. You miserable wreck of an inconsequential insignificance. How dare you even to have been born?
Doctors know that various concoctions of chemical and petrochemical derivatives are required to keep us healthy. Don’t question here either, they know. They, are the middle men between your sickening body and mind, and life and death itself and the promise of longevity and the quality of life lived in what they have the audacity to call 'health'.
Politicians know how to lead the lives of the many, many millions of people who constitute the nature of a 'nation'. A cut out cardboard piece of the world which divides man from man as easily as pointless religious beliefs. Don’t question. Don’t question 'no magic money trees' to feed your hungry children, or provide shelter and warmth on a planet born onto, which provided such means freely. They know. Don’t question. Don’t question what life had intended for yours. Follow the interpretations of others, they know, it is so much easier, to follow.
Your job is to follow.
Your job is to do as you are told. Do as you are told. Or else.
Live as you are told, work when you are told, where you are told, as you are told. Pay for the privilege of being alive when you are told, and soon to come, die when you are told. There is safety here, apparently, in the dark arts of authority and the dark arts of following another seeking life security. Following the crowd, bahh-ing like a sheep.
In school, for at least twelve years, the job is to follow the teacher. This is the programming activity of the brain. It takes that long. They want to do a good job. Follow a meaningless mind rotting curriculum. Following subjects, you have no interest in, and no purpose to your life. Other than to learn to live in memory, (thinking), and so divided from all, and other than to lay down a pattern of ever finding your life security in authority. Plus the battle of competition, the laid down wars of life, and mountainous self interest, to reach the top and to stay there. To value your life measured in numbers, first the exam sheets, later the bank balances. To feel superior over the lives of others, who have no means to so 'achieve'.
And then follow for the rest of your life the same. This is the ordering of your thinking. Our disorder is found in our inner authority. More visible perhaps in the gross selfish actions of outer authority, the festering decay has been placed in the mind of every man.
School saw it so.
Study for years, decades even and qualify in a subject you will likely find no use for in a position of work you have no interest in, other than its ability to keep you continuing the same meaningless patterned brain dead existence for the decades of your meaningless life. Raise your children to do the same, this is life, it’s not a game. Oops, you raised too many of them? No problem, authority will bring to bear death panels, wars and other means at hand, they are the controllers, this, is after all, their land.
If you are even lucky enough to find a position of work. Battle with others, living in the same brainwashed structure as yours. For the privilege of making an authority even more powerful over the life you endure.
Slave your days away to shelter and find warmth to raise a family you hardly ever meet. Leave all understanding of all of life to authority, this is a room with many doors, and many floors, you know nothing, and even if you did, you have so little time to share it. Come to not one shred of understanding of life or death for yourself. Leave all to authority. That’s the important stuff, the running of your life, the understanding of your life, the 'ordering' of your life. Far too important for you to have any say.
Who are you to question me? Who are you to question my authority?
Authority has led us into wars. Fifteen thousand of them in the past six thousand years alone. Billions upon billions of slaughtered men women and children, raped and bloodied corpses, might adorn the flag of all authority. It is its proud eternal lasting and continuous greatest accomplishment.
If authority had a flag.
Because authority led the way. And we, brainwashed, allowed our lives to be led. And still, we have not learned from authority, the purpose of authority is not to teach us, if it were, this would threaten authority. And authority can never be threatened. That is a job only for authority. From classroom teacher, to governments, to religion, to doctors, to all. 'I am the science'. You, are so small.
Teachers can punish, governments can fine and imprison and even sentence to death, if you take another’s life, then they are justified in taking yours. Two wrongs do make a right it seems after all. Unless you are so high on the pyramid of authority, there is no law at all. When worth billions, what pain to pay millions, when everyone seeks the numbers you wave?
'Religion' threatens the ultimate of rewards and punishments, eternal heaven, or eternal damnation in hell. Ignore the hell of your life, the hell of being unable to live it as you see fit, the hell of the battlefield your children die on, the hell of the tormented body you live within, denied any access to true medicine, free at source. As life, gives freely to all. Only authority asks for an entrance fee at the door of life.
Life is temporary, your life is not found here, in the span of your life, true life is found when your life has perished. Your true life, is after you death. Accept this. Don’t question, whatever you do. You will be damned forever, when there’s no longer a you.
And we accept such incredible nonsense, because authority, tells us it is so. Brainwashed to find security in images, and all of life has died for us and we name this death, all of life.
Our job, is only to follow.
Authority hides a truth, one only they know. An eternal secret. They have nothing to teach at all, it’s all a pile of disordered garbage in perpetual continuity standing on a ground of festering lies.
And this is being light on the actual right, of what authority claims to know.
And so no ability to lead whatsoever. Is it not transparent? Those who would bring to order, are those who bring to disorder. They are in it for themselves. As we all are. This can be seen if you open your eyes even to the thickness of a dollar bill.
Larger, perhaps, a little bit more, if you can bear to even look. It will, if seen break your heart open. If you can look at life beyond the word. How demonically ordered mankind has become? How demonically the order we follow. How demonic our authority has become, and so how demonic, our following has been.
Teachers are sexually corrupting our children today. What right do they have to teach? None. So named representatives of God are sexually abusing our children today, and have been for decades and not only them, but the normal rules of punishment are not applied here. Perhaps, God is more forgiving, to this middle man’s life, than to yours. But can we truly say a man who would destroy the innocence of a child's life for his twisted pleasures, before questioning the corrupt nature of his mind is a man anyone can follow into the area of 'religion'? No, we can't. We lock up such men, (or at least we used to), in the world beyond the walls of religious belief. Here, within these walls, these men are moved to new fields to play. Do such men represent the truth of what religion is? Apparently so, in this age of 'follow the leader', which has been our every age, in this continuity of brainwashed blind acceptance of the undeniable rights of authority. It seems hell is no threat for the many priests who destroy and eternally corrupt the life of a child. Confession absolves the sin. How nice this faculty to have been built in? A shame it does nothing to wipe the memories of an innocent child. So many in number. Destroyed before life has truly begun. And it must be asked, is there any relationship between this corruption, and the corruption today of the destruction of innocence in the name of 'education'.
And don’t get me started on the fact that the church is worth hundreds of billions and a child dies on this God forsaken planet with not a scrap of food in its little innocent belly, one every five seconds. Six million every year.
Tears regularly roll down my cheeks. Am I alone? Please, let me not be alone. Without a single religiously believing cell in my body, does this damn me to your authority led hell? Then lead me there, for your ways are not mine. I see it differently, I have dared to question, to question all mis-leaders of life. My own and another, I have come to find, are one and the same. You promise the earth, and deliver only murder, suffering and strife. If only hell existed. Outside of the mind which believed in it. Outside of the mind which believes, is the life we need to find.
I will not follow you, I will not comply. I see what you are. I see what we all are. Take my life if you want, you can, but I will not follow you. I will die a free man before I will live my life in your chains.
Any of you.
I have lived and I can die, my own man. I do not need you. I need truth. You sing songs of light while you bring darkness and division to all people. You tell us how we shall make it all 'better', and I ask you in all sincerity, who was in leading position which brought us all here? Who? Was it you?
Inconvenient little truth. But don't question, your life is not yours to lead.
You do not impress me any authority of this world. I have watched you for centuries and not one thing about you impresses. Both sides of the coin, I speak the same words to every follower, for without you all, authority would fall.
Why are you all so afraid to be free?
You do not impress me at all. Leaders or led, starving and fed, all of you, dead. It is you need find religion and care in your hearts. All of you. Look deep. Meet the torment of your souls and your flooded word based consciousness which often torments your life. Move beyond. End the past, thought, is the past, that this world may yet come to real order, truth. That beauty and the lives of humanity may come to know peace. That it may come to death, for unless such corruption dies, how will we ever meet anything good?
Authority has told us only in the last few years, that a certain medication was 'safe and effective'. Rising deaths, disablement and previously unknown illness today, cast doubt on the nature of that authority ever having had a right to speak. And yet, they wanted to medicate the entire world. And queues formed for this abuse. As loud as our authority was that we medicate back then, it is silent today, in the rising deaths and the suffering of life.
Authority lays absolutely quiet now in this wake of destruction and immense sorrow of the followers in life. For once, authority, is silent. We need only obey what they tell us to, no need to take notice of such unimportant events as life and death, stay tuned to the BBC, they will tell you there what is important to consider. Just follow. Keep on keeping on. Love yourself, and follow others. And care not for anything or anyone, other than your own life, and authority.
The heads of well-known and highly populated 'religious' authorities, are rewriting the centuries old traditional understanding of what the word constitutes and what religion represents. It is their religion, after all, not yours. You are not allowed the freedom, to find your own understanding of what religion is. As you are not allowed the freedom to come to any authentic first hand understanding of what your own life is. First hand living is the most dangerous thing of all, for it is immediately seen to be far superior to second hand living, and authority would fall.
A religion with banks. It's very own nation. Divided from all, is this uniter of men. And with a vault of secrets and treasure so deep you might get lost and never be found. If authority even deems your life fit to enter. Unlikely. This authority is now even discussing its right over yours to continue your life. It knows, for it is the authority, we need only follow. Sorry if your disabled or alcoholic brother you love and who loves you, who finds yet quality in his life, meaning in his relationships, does not meet the criteria or the right to live in this authority’s eyes. In this ‘religions’ eyes. It knows, you need only follow. Follow the black car to the grave and rest in loving memory, of the brother you once held dear to your life. Be grateful, the torment of this meaningless existence, is over for the one you love.
Politicians this world over, are manipulating their nations in a disputed ideology of climate change, denied the ability to dispute. Desperately pleaded to as having no ground to stand on by actual climate scientists. Tens of thousands of them. Politicians apparently know 'better', the authority always, knows best. Royalty has joined in, that meaningless title gifted to one family to lives of opulence for over a thousand years. How many have died fighting for king, fighting for a crown, for his next golden thing?
Even the Pope, the 'King' of the Catholic domain. The UN, the EU, all centenary billionaires. Klaus Schwab, and you know who. You do know who, don’t you? A self-appointed authority. Because of numbers. Our world is being led by numbers. Not by intelligence, certainly not by any understanding of life. Not by wisdom, not by empathy, not by care and not by love. It's the World 'Economic' Forum after all, not the World Love Forum.
Politicians lead, alongside the rich who feed their salivating jowl’s. They know, you only need follow. They are our masters, and we, are their slaves, like some dystopian sci fi series, our lives are engaged. Listen to the words of these admirable men, you are too dim witted to be given any explanation. You caused the problem. Your life must pay. Only you didn’t cause the problem it’s only something they say.
And it is questionable, even if it is real. I have a feeling, it’s the planet they wish to steal. I wish it were not so, I wish we could all stop and all live in peace. But peace is only found in a silent mind, silence is peace, silence is love, silence is life, silence is free of demonic self interest, silence is meeting life as it is, silence is care, and silence, is death of the separative societal demonic conditioning within the human brain. The 'me', the inner controlling of life in obedience to past memorised orderings of authority. The division with you. How can I love you, if my life is eternally divided from yours?
The name which might well be a number. Words, we all live on words and we have become a word, and our world is a world of words. Words given by authority, rattling in our brains from the birth of all time, Words which command our understanding of our lives, of what we are, of religion, of the understanding of life and death, for oneself, which can never be led into by an authority.
And of the need to follow the words of another to make sense of a life lived where there is none.
The release is in silence. In the stilling of the mind. Look within, see what you can find.
Without choice, to look with choice, is only to see what you choose to, and so is a movement without any freedom.
As your life, is a movement without any freedom.
Monarchy has decided it is safe for you to feed your children bioengineered foods, no need to ask you, the King knows best, better than life, which gave you it all for free. All organic, al nutritious, all natural. For only the price of tending and growing. Soon to be outlawed I hear. Just you settle down and follow. Don't question a Royal decree. And if little Johnny gets sick, don’t you worry, the doctor knows best, he has a long list of petrochemical derivative formulas, what nature so obviously intended, to bring him back to health. And if not, rest in peace, the church will tell you all is well. Until at last, you find your release from this living hell in a hole in the ground in a box.
Following is the acceptance and conformity of your life to a system authored by another.
What are we doing? We are lost in a dream of words, and authority led our lives into this dream of words, conceptualising our world to language, and programming our brains to find order living in the past. Thought is memory. It is never new, and the sacred is the new, and so we live our lives without the torch of love to light our way, an emptiness ever present, witnessed in our shrinking hearts. And we build a world such as this, it naturally follows, calling it order. For we have lost the ground of order, which is the nature of a life lived orderly. And the ordering of it, is the disordering of it, for order is only found in love.
The revolution we need is inward to life, to stop these programmed divisions between us, to see the truth of life as it is, free from what we have been told to think about it, to meet in relationship and for the sheep like divisive self interested nature programmed into us, to end.
For our inner authority, which is rooted in this inner movement of words, which is what we are, to end. To die, and be reborn.
What have we allowed our lives to become? What are we? To call the human race a race of sheep, is an insult to sheep.
There is one glaring piece of information to note about all authority. They all hold mountains of wealth in a world which is dying of hunger. Perpetual war can be engaged, just dont ask for your share to feed your hungry child.
Pharmaceutical firms make billions in a day. The Catholic church, now rewriting the ten commandments, recording over its own previous voice, is worth in total an estimated five hundred billion. Five hundred billion. A fraction of that would solve global poverty. The words are aplenty, but the holy heart is shut so tightly closed. The heart is silent when words take the fore.
Political sycophants drain the wealth of taxpayers, to fund their centenary billionaire friends tax free lifestyles. Royalty swans around the globe on the largest benefit cheques every written, while owning a reported full one sixth of this world land surface. A land surface provided to life free for all, to be shared by all. That new arrivals might come to call a place their home. North American Indians understood this well, before the more 'civilised' of humanity invaded their lands and ended the lives of their beloved little babies by smashing their beautiful little heads on tree trunks. Painting them red.
We are such a civilised race.
When sick, our first thought, is to visit the doctor. In the questioning of religion, our first thought, is to visit the church. We turn out to polling booths for the daily ordering of our lives, where we face a choice between left or right hand of a billionaires bought out system, and his fist.
When the King comes to visit town, we all wave our pretty coloured little flags and cheer as he walks down the street, hoping he might notice little unimportant 'me', and come over, to shake my worthless, valueless, penniless hand.
We allow gross sexual immorality, to pass as an 'education' today, the preparation for the future of our children’s lives. The shaping of their minds to the life they are to meet. What is that life to be? What are they being trained to meet? Is there another area yet to see, to fall to you knees and cry over? Is the future of humanity a darker one than even this day? It will be, for unless the actions of today end now, the future is a modified continuity of today.
Because we follow the 'lead' of another. But don’t question a thing. It’s all okay. This is better, trust the word. Ignore your vision, stand in the herd.
Waken up, waken up, waken up.
I am on my knees. Now is the time. Now, is the only time. Waken up from your slumber which tells you all is well as you continue to place your trust in every authority. Fires are raging around our world, our planet is burning, and authority is telling us it is due to global warming. Just ignore the fact of footage online of arsonists and evidence of arson and planes with huge magnifying glasses in their nose, which magnify the sun’s rays and set fire to the ground below them. And HAARP and chemtrails. Inconsequential, conspiracy theories.
We are mixing all races of people together, this is all so 'orderly'. People the same authorities have divided in education and belief, are now being thrown together. A divided house can never stand, so why does authority seek us to fall? And slaughtering cows, and denying farms, starving people and loving the birth of the robot more than the healing of man. It’s all 'order', all going wrong is 'global warming', now, 'global boiling' it's your prejudice against the life of the gay. It's because you drive a petrol car, or burn wood, or gas, it must be, for authority has painted it this way.
Pandemics are here, no, not only one, no, expect more, expect lockdowns, enforced vaccinations, or pay with your property or your freedom, or your life. Coincidental it must be of the bio-labs I see and the weaponisation of life. After, all you have responsibility to the whole of society. Denying responsibility to your children, husband or wife. Think of others.
Authority is telling you so.
Expect death panels, expect to eat bugs, expect to lose food, for it makes more sense to remove food from your life, to save your life, from a planet too warm. Follow our logic, don't trust your own. Just follow, don’t think, don’t question the stink, of the frog, as the pot starts to boil. Adding to the boiling of the planet. Follow, it is where your security lies, they know, only, you, need follow.
There is security here. If not, it's coming.
The lie has always been that this system was one of order. How could it be other, when all men are self-centred, and self-centred, carries little care for any other, in the competitive battlefield of life which living self-centredly must bring? Is life expensive? Go to the authority of the bank, the largest of all hands, holding so much, giving so little, taking most of all. The caretaker of all 'wealth', they will lend you what you need, and you need only pay it back with interest. Only you cannot invent it, as they do, you must spend your life in labour and toil. Do not concern yourself that this ‘wealth’ borrowed is generated out of thin air. Do not question the system, order is here, just follow. Know your place, and know theirs and never think you have ability to cross this line. Never think life could be good. Nothing is for nothing, no thing as free food.
Follow the leader, from birth to your grave. Don’t question, don’t ask, live life as they say.
To live life in a cave, seems not so uncivilised after all. We have paid a heavy price indeed for our 'progress'.
Centenary Billionaires, so rich, they have bought our governments, so poor they cannot save the life of one solitary starving child. Money so accessible war can be fought eternally, yet so difficult to find, don’t expect any to come your way. No magic money trees, nod your head, look the other way. Look the other way as millions of children go missing every year. As millions of others die in a world of abundance, which never feeds. Look the other way as the cost of living brings further tears to your eyes. And if all this doesn't please ask yourself why? Look the other way as interest rates rise and the lives of billions are thrown on the streets. Look the other way as drugs maim and kill the people they treat. Look over there, there’s nothing in your meat. Look the other way, in fact, do not look at all, it’s not your business. Your life, is not your business. Your job is to follow.
This is order, for without authority? All would certainly be so dis-orderly.
Thank God life ends if this is the best we can do.
They see not what they do, for life has never shown its way to men of such an impossibly limited brain, like us, they are lost in words, lost in time, and their lives are forlorn. Their God is an idea, losing money is what they fear. And so they have turned our world into a cage. And we have security living within the confines of its bars. But not only them, these enslavers of men, we are all to cast blame on ourselves.
We are all to blame or we are all innocent.
For authority stands on the ground only of those who accept it. Of sheep who demand to be led.
How will this end? Will it ever end? Or will it end us all?
Is this the reason rich man is seeking eternal life? Is this our crowning glory, is this the pinnacle of our millions of years of evolution? Is this a bad dream? A cosmic play? Are we actors on a stage? Are we really all friends, will we meet in the green room, and laugh out loud at how well we all have played our parts?
I want to waken up. I want truth to speak. I want wealth to be found in the value of doing the right thing. Of doing all things, for their own sake. I want medicine which finds its value in healing and saving lives. I want to see smiles on children’s faces. All of them, every single one. As broad a grin as on the face of Elon Musk as he places another giant corporation in his back pocket. I want every man born to have the ability to live his life until death comes to call naturally. I want land to be made illegal to hold. I want homes to be cheap and I want medicines to be plants. I want the life of every human being to have more value than a Picasso. I want the lies to stop. I want belief in a God banished from our minds and relationship to a living God fostered and met. I want you all to love others, as you now love yourself. I want to wipe your eyes clear of every single past second. And every single tear. I want all to come together and share. I want you 'rich' to find your eternity now, and to find a meaning greater than you now, in this place, in this time, in this timeless place, you have no eyes to see.
I want love and care to replace self-interest and none. I want homes for the homeless and a natural sun. I want drug addicts cared for and a sharing of wealth. Keep all your money. If that is your measure. I never needed it. I needed an orderly world. And for all your authority and for all the following of billions, and for all your hundreds of billions and your fake philanthropy and your flying to Mars you were never able to provide any of that. You men of 'success', you voices of 'authority', to this man’s life, to this mans perception, you are this world’s biggest of all failures. None larger. And still you ask that I trust you. Many in numbers, I am sure that they do.
But not this man, not this man. Not, this man.
And for all my above stated wants, I shout yet in this desert of life of all potential good denied its right. How long can I stand, how long can it stand me? No one listens to anyone who seeks no authority. And no followers do I seek. And no authority do I ask for from life. Only to live my own, to come to my own understanding, and to live without conformity to the ideologies of men, who have no understanding of their own, yet seek to so control and limit mine. And so many others.
So my wants will likely fall to the ground. But once there, might they start to grow? As the cries of so many will remain without sound. As you leaders of this world pat your backs for a job well done in your eternal self-righteousness and self gratification. I can want all I want, but it’s not mine to say. I was born in the wrong place; this world is not mine. I can want all I want, but I have no authority, I want no authority, and so who will listen to me? Who will listen to themselves? Who will awaken their responsibility, for this living hell?
Who will listen when I say life is not meant to be lived this way? That life was meant to bring joy. To bring meaning and relationship and a smile on every face. The face of another, the love of a race. Who will listen when I tell them, all authority has only ever been the denial of freedom? And freedom is the empirical denial of all following of all authority. All including your own. Your own is held in thinking, its here seeds were planted to grow. And a religion is here, waiting to be found, a religion which has nothing to do with belief. A revolution in your heart and soul. Who is brave enough to listen to this? Freedom begins in the freedom to see, and you cannot see clearly, if you look through any colours painted in mind, bringing to blind, by another. Or by memories. God is met only in clear vision by an unoccupied mind. An occupied mind is not free. God is found when recognition ends, for how can the new ever be known? Not in belief and not in following. Not in the value of might. In the value of what is seen. And what is seen is seen only when thought is completely silent. The creator and the creation here, are one and the same. What you do to the least of your brothers, you do to what lies just outside your belief. You do, to the truth of what God is. Behind the word, in absence of belief. You do, to yourself.
So many feel safe still, living under the dark shadows of all in authority. So many feel safe to be so unfree. So unfree, automated in living, they need not for a minute meet the responsibility of their lives.
Raise your sword and cut me to pieces, if this is my end, I can die. Many already have, and many more will, this has been our lot, without change for centuries. And it will never change unless we understand the nature of this sick disorder. The nature of this disorder is found in the ordering of our lives by another. And by ourselves, following principles sown in our thinking, by another. This has been our world, ordered by our authorities. This has been their gratitude for our following. And they are us, and we are them, this a pattern. There is no one to blame. The names change, the same idiocy is held in perpetual continuity.
It is ten past one in the morning by the clock. I feel tired now, I feel emotional and drained, sleep is calling and so I have not much left to say. What more is there to say? Let my few words remaining reflect the world they now meet.
It is so still inside and outside. So quiet. Not a breath is moving, trees are asleep. Not a movement, not a sound. A peace is here, a peace unknown to men. A peace unknown to a chattering mind. Silence can only be met in silence. To authority and followers alike. Silence as this is the most sacred of all sounds. We have lost so much in our desire to compete, to become, to achieve, we have lost where we are, where life is, where we meet.
Be still. Stop moving. Stop. Be still. Be still. Be still. Find out what it means. Freedom is found in meeting silence. This is the greatest freedom of all. To live and die as nothing, to need to feel no need for power or domination over the lives of any others. To feel no need to be supported by any other. To be free to love another, without a single demand. To awaken to the responsibility and the meaning of your life. Without being cajoled, by some other hand.
And so, here this ends. But it will never end. Until we are the change we wish to see in the other. Until we understand what it means to meet life in silence, for love lives beyond every measured, calculated and divisive thought. Thought is time, and love is timeless. It is here we find freedom from our own authority. Which is the accepted authority of the other. And it is here, we find the underlying structure of acceptance and following, which supports all and every oppression against another. The other is what I am. We all are the same. We are all innocent, we are all to blame.
We all are the problem, which so needs to change.
HERE WE GATHER
What will open the door onto a good society? What would a good society look like? What does the word ‘good’ even mean? Interestingly, among the etymological roots of this word, we find the following meaning; ‘to gather, to take up together’.
To gather, to bring together.
We are certainly not 'gathered' today. We are as divided as we are numbered. Divided as we are named. Divided as we are nationalised and beliefed. Divided as we are opinionated, and apparently everyone is entitled to theirs. We are as divided as we are political and religious.
We are certainly, under no stretch of the imagination ‘gathered’. And so, we are not living in a 'good' society.
We have men so numerically wealthy they choose between which palace to lay their head and we have children so numerically poor they have no choice between life and death. We have those who lead and those led, and the smaller number are the commanders and the larger number are divided from them and among themselves. Who is the right leader? Who is the one to follow? Who will provide my life with four or eight years of relative stability or tormented reaction related to my divided needs, before the whole ground shakes once more in the repetitive tremors of change?
'Gathered' is one group. One outlook, one religion, one government, one view, one people, one life, one death. There are one divided off group of people today looking, (it seems), to gather humanity, though this gathering is not truly a gathering, for in the nature of a true gathering, there is no one telling others how it must be gathered.
Gathering, in nature, must be the very denial of all authority. A shared vision, rather than an enforced one.
There can be no gathering, which in its nature implies a 'coming together', if the coming together is in way coerced, forced, or commanded. If I seek to walk to the right, and another pushes my life to the left, this is not a gathering. This is a dictating. Though a certain gathering does occur under dictatorship, as in North Korea, there exists under the surface of the 'gathered' a great fear, and on the surface a mask of absolute compliance.
A good society. A gathered society.
When young, so very young, we were set out on our journey through the twisting roads of our lives dividedly. Our classroom education taught us the merits of seeking 'success', in continual future growth. Not the success of all, the success of one. And one is divided from others, and what is divided from others, is not gathered. The success of one, is the failure of most. Only one can hold top position, there is no top position for those gathered. There is no measurement required.
We were educated into memory, to living life in the past. To always living with and approaching life through days gone by, be those days as close as yesterday, or as far apart as the measurement of decades. And the nature of our lives was ingrained into us to hold ultimate meaning in the actions of building these remembered days past, into days’ future. The continuity of time our lives are lived within. The measuring of our value. The measuring of our value against the life of another.
This movement is familiar to us all, the un-gathered. The divided, the seeking, the lost and forlorn and the confidently arrived alike. It is present in the life of the common man in his pursuit of progress. To study, to educate, be qualified, find a better job, build or buy a better house, a better car, reach the most senior position in life which the limitations of life may enable.
Some have a much easier task in this respect. Or no task at all, they are born in a position few can ever hope to attain. They are born into a family which has already achieved such apparent nobility, so much so, it is guaranteed in collective memory into practical infinity. Born titled, born with a voice louder than a combined billions of others. Born to the respect of others who recognise this historical superiority over their lives. As far from 'gathered' as one might ever come to find.
This progressive movement of becoming has led our world into the financial institutions of banking, pharmaceuticals, industry, technology, governance, politics, monarchy, to mention only a few. Some families have aimed past to future for so long, seeking their success, bringing failure to the lives of others, for these two are consistent and eternally related bedfellows.
Success brings to life failure, as up brings down. As dark brings light, as good brings bad. Not the 'good' of etymological 'gathering', the good related to measurement, of the degree to which a life is lived in opulence, in comparison to the many which meet poverty. There are two goods. One is to live rightly, to meet life as it is and to respond to the meeting accurately and responsibly. Another is related to self-interest, which is divisive, measurement based, comparative, competitive, self interested, and so the seeds of bad, are held in this good. For this is no action of the gathered. And the gathered, are the only true good.
We are educated into this, it’s roots run deep in the memory cells of all of humanity. In the workplace, we pay respect to those in more senior position than ours, we pay little respect to those seen as lower. In India, the caste system perfectly exemplifies this movement, the physical outer manifestation of this inner nature in continuity. The 'Untouchables', to the 'Brahmins'. The slave caste, to the priesthood. The dirt on the soles of feet, to the polished boots walking over the dirt.
In the West this manifestation is found in divisions of people, Royalty, given the best of everything and the most of everything and all the power and the glory, from opulent birth, to opulent death.
The scent of importance follows certain lives.
Some born to this, lucky, or unlucky, perhaps equal measure of both, others spend their every breath in attempt to gain this, few truly succeed to such monumental proportions, those who do, become the newly arrived Kings, quickly forgetting their roots, they must be 'something' made of superior material to others, for so few arrive, and they have opened the golden door. Welcomed, by new brothers. Members of a new family. Is this not evidence of their 'intelligence', their 'prowess', their right to now take their place alongside all others of similar gigantic stature?
Our lives are led into a continuing pyramidal structure of society in our classroom years. The pinnacle of our achievements is how well we can conform to the system being structured into our lives. How well we can automate this process into our lives. And we do automate this process into our lives. The marks of the many exams, providing gratification or disappointment, become the number we hunger for, the things we acquire, the life we can can later afford to buy. Or not. The golden keys to prosperity are forged from a conformity to this system, indelibly stamped into the brain cells of every child alive, from which every action in life is patterned. In this we imagine we have found our freedom, we are self-directed, masters of our own destiny.
The damage our education brings to our lives is so large, there is no suitable adjective I can find to describe its effects. It is the reason for all chaos. It is the reason we hold no love in our hearts for each other. It is the reason our lives so often feel so meaningless. It is the reason for ever atrocity one man has ever partaken in action against the life of another. One group against another. It is the reason we hold no understanding of what the word 'religion' truly means, which is something totally removed from what we have accepted it to mean. It is the reason that wealth to quench our every thirst exists, for life is born into abundance, but most keeping the tap turned on continuously, find hardly a drop to be found.
We were divided in our earliest of early years. At a time when our brains were developing, open, learning, they were closed tightly shut to the entertaining of any approach to life other than this pyramidal structure. Of seeking to 'progress' to an upper level than were we now stand. For some, as in the 'Untouchables' of India, this is denied outright. As it is to the Brahmin. To the street sleeper as it is to the King. To the majority, the illusion continues, this is order. This is the approach to bring to life its greatest of all meaning. One man at a time. Fight for your own salvation. Or die trying. Or just accept the whole pitiful arrangement and lead a life hardly worth living.
This approach is found behind every movement of ambition. Every movement seeking success. Every movement seeking to maintain the position of success reached. And my success is only known in relation to your comparative failure. We have a few men of phenomenal success, standing on the backs of billions of comparative failures. This is not 'gathered' and so this is not 'good". Very good for some at the expense of every bad for the many, is overall, not good. Not balanced, not fair, and in a Universe of abundance, not honest nor true to life.
Brainwashed, we all have been.
We 'know', and what we know is the pattern of life conditioned into us. We have integrated into our lives a symbol so familiar to the ancient Egyptians. Life is a process of becoming, and its meaning is found in reaching the highest position possible. And remaining there. The pyramid with the overseeing eye is not only to be found on dollar bills, proudly proclaiming the virtue of this ordering of disordering leading our society. It lives and breathes within us all. And this, is the denial of a 'good' society, for this is the denial of our gathering.
What would it take for all of humanity to gather as one? To live in recognition of what we truly are, rather than obedience to an unquestioned early years programmed acceptance of what we divisively have been led to believe we truly are? What would it take for us to gather, and to build a society representative of care for each other, rather than care, only for ourselves? What fuels the fire which continues the stumbling continuity of this dinosaur which needs end? Is it not us? Are we not each cellular components of a larger organism we name society which needs to end? What are we really, and what do we think we are?
What we are, is what we are, what we think we are is what we believe ourselves to be.
Are we really standing outside of this insane system? Are we blameless for the world we find ourselves living within? Are we the ordering principle? We seem to think we are, when we criticise and attack the actions of others, powerful or otherwise, for their eternal blindness.
We seem blind to our own.
Both criticising and appraisal are similar in nature, and found in every area of our life. From social media posts to harsh words or words of appreciation. Contradictory as these reactions may seem, they are uniform across the whole of our species, for we look at life from our own learned perspective. Here, we are divided. And divided, is not gathered. And not gathered can never build a good society.
We seem to think we can do 'better'. We can do better, and so we take to streets burning buildings, we attack others who do not belong to our race, our culture, our tribe. We attack others who belong to divided class, name, religion, political affiliation, sexuality, colour, creed, belief, status and action. It is ‘them’ to blame, is the war cry of all sides. It is ‘we’ who understand better, is the common understanding of all men.
'They’ have attacked us, we are 'innocent’ we so often self-righteously feel. Why do we never see that if attacking another’s life is wrong, and it is, that attacking back, in the name of defence, is to increase the burden of wrong action affecting all our lives? Is it that we are not a gathered people, and a non-gathered people are incapable of acting as good people?
We fight war with war, we conflict against conflict, we argue our case against others arguing theirs. And so we, in our blindness, in our need to be right, in our need to stand on that pyramid in higher position than the other, conceptually, ideologically, numerically, religiously, politically, patriotically, are objects of continuity, in permanent continuity, seeking to end that which we ourselves are so passionately engaged within. We have a right to be. They, dont.
The Bible is an incredibly contradictory book in so many areas. If we are a believer, we paper over such contradictions, we find a way to rationalise the divisive meanings given, to satisfy our childhood indoctrination we find security living within. There are words pointing to great truths in this book and words which make so little sense. How can one tell the one from the other? How to separate the wheat from the chaff? I can tell you now, you can’t, unless you have come to some understanding of life for yourself. Truths voiced are only recognisable to a man who has come to see the same. All else is an acceptance, and an acceptance of another's truth is never any understanding of truth you have found for yourself. You are in position of living a second hand life. No understanding of your own.
I move now from the religious domain to the psychological we will come back to the religious a little later on. I have found these two to be closely related in life. What births the divisions which maintain our every conflicted action against another? If another seeks to bring my life to harm, is my only recourse to seek to harm him back? A vital question in this world today, this world so divided it calls for a need of nothing other than the most appropriate and responsible of action.
Aside from an indoctrination to valuing my life over yours found in a classroom conformity to accepting life as a battlefield to navigate while following the instructions of an authority laying down the foundations of a life to be lived in the past, which is memory, which is knowledge and which is thought, we are conditioned to accept what we are.
Not what we actually are, this is a conceptual identity we are led into believing we are. And these conditionings, these programs, this sense of security offered which becomes the proliferation of all insecurity in later life, divide us all. And a divided people, are not a gathered people, and so we never come to meet a good world.
What is the source of all our divisions, what about us prevents us from being 'gathered'? From acting for the benefit of all? What prevents society from being 'good'? Caring, Loving, Empathic, giving most to what and who needs most, sharing, and acting in interest unbounded by self? Interest in the whole, for the whole, is a gathering. And a gathering is the good. The beginning of our divisions lies in our childhood accepted indoctrination and in our conceptual understanding of what we subsequently come to think we are. In the identities we carry within which provide security to our lives which perpetually continue in our educated patterns of thinking and manifest in our daily repetitive collectively divisive actions.
These go beyond the enclosing years of our lives.
This divisive chaos we are all party to, has contaminated the lives of humanity for thousands of years. If I am educated to find my security in the Christian faith, I have broken my ability to connect to the gathering of humanity as whole. I value the proliferation of my own now isolated, (from the whole), outlook on life, and seek to convert others to seeing as I do, through missionary work. And others have been indoctrinated to other beliefs, and have their own missionary work to do.
Some do so religiously. It is the meaning of their lives. Some do so violently, for better perhaps a man lose his life, than to lose his soul. All divide, and division is the ground of all conflict, historically, as true as to this day. Burning at the stake of days now gone, beheadings of another group, the commonality of killing another who does not see the conceptual accepted 'love' you hold in your mind as the only true love. The methods have changed, the group delivering the ultimate betrayal of human life in the name of the conceptually conceived carried conceptual understanding of the sacred, has changed.
The movement remains the same.
The movement is a movement of chaos. In the name of religion.
This chaos is not isolated to religious divisional outlooks, it is found wherever division is found, wherever one man projects from his own limited knowledge based understanding of life basking in monumental ignorance of what he does not and can never know. This movement is as witnessed in the charred remains of the inquisition years now passed, as it is in the headless bodies which lie to rot in the hot desert sands.
We are all standing on shifting sands, if we consider we have right to cast blame on anyone. The chaos comes about when our life security is founded on knowledge which orders our world, traditional and educated in nature, which we have never come to question the validity of and so never seen the danger of possessing.
This knowledge forms within us a central image of what I am.
We are educated to many things in life. We are educated to conceptualise the world into symbols. Languages, beliefs, all a continuity of tradition from the past. Educated to live in memory, and to act from the past. Thought is memory. We are educated to find security in authority, and of course, acting from memory, we remember this. We remember our childhood education well, and this forms a background we carry through life. A background of thinking, which we act upon, and so we continue our divisive tendencies into perpetuity.
We are now psychologically divided from others, and as we act on our thinking, which is home to the divisive conceptual knowledge we now carry, battle, is an inevitability. We find security in beliefs, these beliefs provide sense of order, in a world where there is none. We find security in belonging to nation, belief, political allegiance, partner, qualification, bank balance, numerical wealth, title, position, groups and parties of every description and we are as much possessed by all of this and more, as all of this and more, possesses us.
All of this is given continuity in the outer world in the relationships and lack of relationships with others who hold similar values and others who hold values in opposition to our similarity. A divisive continuity bringing us all to war for as long as we have breathed the air on the communal ground we stand. Factually belonging to the same physical home, psychologically, living within a broken field of so many houses it becomes impossible to count. And the continuity of all this, is psychological. It is held in the indoctrinated background stored in the memory cells which drives my repetitive thinking, which drives my repetitive divisive actions.
If we are to end war, we must end what causes war, which are these valued blind allegiances to concepts we have never questioned, yet find security living within. We must study the cause of the problem, and the cause of the problem is human thinking in identification with traditional and educated concepts.
Coming back to the Bible now, and a quoting of a short text of absolute truth pointing to this fact. I am not a Christian, for what should by now be obvious reasons. I hold no belief. In anything. If I see it, I see it, if I stand alone in a darkened room, I explore the nature of the darkness which envelopes me.
Exodus 14:14: 'The lord will fight for you and you have only to be silent. To be 'silent', is to be without sound. Inner sound. It is you, which must be silent. A silent mind sees life as it is. A silent mind is beyond corruption of any divisive imagery held in memory and projected from the brain in a continuity of any divisive societal conditioning.
Seeing life as it is, is a gathering. It is a gathering, for to see life void of historical traditional beliefs and outlooks, one comes to find oneself standing on a ground which is undeniable and cannot be argued against. The same ground for every man. Truth is the same for every man. One has moved one’s life from the shifting sands of belief, to the solid ground of what actually is true to life.
And what a life it is found to be here.
A silent mind is free from self and so free from ambition, fear, depression, anxiety, effort, division, desire, bias, and prejudice of every kind. Free from self-interest, what is perceived which was before greatly ignored, hidden behind walls of conceptuality, reveals. A much larger field than can be contained in limited remembrances from the past.
An infinite field. Timeless and majestical.
An infinite universe stands proud before a silent mind. A world free of every and any division, where every man’s life is held in equal value to my own. For the unity of life, is in the removal of that which breaks it into pieces. Death has gone, the fear of the ending of the continuity of the concept which I have been educated to see as what I am.
Death dies its death forever, when a human mind moves out with the limitations of thought. And in all this is unimaginable beauty, for the mind which has travelled so far, has travelled to the source of creation.
Life, as it is, is met in a timeless place. It is always now. The past has died, and taken it's divisive future with it.
To quote once more from the Bible, and to stipulate once more I am no Christian, but wisdom found in the writings of others, wherever it is found is useful to outline a case: Revelation, 21:4: “He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”
Our ‘former things’ are what we carry in memory, recorded from the past, educated into us and gathered from experiences. Expressed in divisive actions of a divisive self.
We believe such words, with little understanding of them. We posit that the continuity of our peculiar divisive educated and historical stance is the only accurate one. Never realising, this is what needs to end. This, is the nature of our 'former things'. This is what came before, with us, carried for thousands of years, this is what brings us to tears, the inevitability of our battling against each other, and the continuity of this isolated past, is the ground of our knowledge from which we act, the nature of the inner self. 'Death shall be no more', for the ending of all this accumulated self-interest, which is the ending of the inner self, is the ending of death itself. A mind empty of self-interest, beliefs, attachments, has no death, for nothing remains to die in a state of inner emptiness, which is silence.
Death, has already been met.
A very different potential exists for humanity than how we collectively divisively live this day. An awakening to what we are, which is what we were, before we were convinced we were divisively something else. A life finding meaning, the greatest of all in an awakening to the senses. In the silence of all projected thoughts held and acted upon which divide one man’s life from another. Not an enforced silence, rather a silence which comes when the nature of the self has been understood. When the danger of how we are all living this day, has been clearly seen.
Self-observation leads to self-awareness, and self-awareness leads to an understanding of the ways of the self. Freedom from the self is freedom from every prejudice against every other and so the birth of a new mind. This new mind is the birth of a new 'gathering' society. A good society. For minds free of concepts meet in the same place and the same time, and void of self-interest, void of self-identification at all, void of self, are available for providing to life what life needs, where it needs, and when it needs. Without the corruption and distortion which self interest always brings to action.
This is the order of all of life. No life grows without a given environment needed to sustain and flourish.
Gone are the divisive movements of seeking divisive futures, in continuity of divisive pasts, which are now over. The past, has died. The nature of the past is held in memory and builds the continuity of self in image. Gone is all self-interest, and so a freedom to respond to life as it is. As it was, and as it always has been, before humanity developed the quirk of valuing the conceptual as more important than the actual. Of valuing the word as more important than what the word points to.
“The lord will fight for you and you have only to be silent”. Because the Lord, (or the creative, the sacred, God, life, the Universe, that which provides all and births all), the name is not important at all, is met in silence. Silence is peace, silence is golden, and silence has no need for a single thing. It has arrived, and its arrival is always where it is, resting in what it is.
Resting, in nothing at all.
Will you give the energies of your life to the understanding of what this all means? Or will you continue to defend your educated and traditional corner, attacking back those who attack you, adding more flames to an already over burning world? Adding chaos, where chaos needs to end. Fighting war with war. And feeling justified and self righteous in doing so.
A peaceful mind will build a peaceful world. And a peaceful mind is a silent mind. A mind which has died to its past is a mind, which is nothing at all.
Here, we gather.
the root of all divisions has ended
What is 'love'?
What is our actual relationship to this word? What is our actual understanding of this word? How accurate is our understanding of this word? Have we been misled?
We often equate love to a member of the opposite sex attracted to. We often confuse love with sex, with those shared movements and moments of delightful self-forgetfulness leading to orgasmic climax. We say ‘let’s make love’.
In the throws of passion, we might whisper these very words into our desirable partner’s ear; ‘I love you so much’, we might say this with rising emotion and defined certainty in our words. ‘I love you so much, I could not live without you.’
Is this love?
It is, for so many of us.
We love our partner, our family, we love our friends, we love our nation, we love our religion, we love God, we love cake, chocolate or going to the movies. The word is never far from our lips. Watch yourself the next time you use the word. Catch the nature of your love, as it speaks fondly to your object of love.
Does love need an object?
In all of the above, we are truly modelling the word ‘love’ into the image of what pleases us are we not? It pleases me, to sleep with you, (not exactly sleep, another kind of misuse of another word, perhaps another story), it pleases me to belong to a nation, to feel protected as part of a group holding shared values, it pleases me to find security in my belief of God, and it pleases me to eat cake, chocolate, or go to the movies.
Perhaps while there, I might love to devour a hot dog. And after it all, I might love to go for a beer.
This is the second post I have written on 'love' in a week, it’s a subject close to my heart. (No pun intended). There will be certain repetition for we are discussing the same subject, and there is value in repetition of truths, sowing the seeds a little deeper, from which stronger roots may begin to grow.
I think we have lost all true meaning of the word. Lost it's real meaning, if we ever had it.
Love has come to define what pleases us. Nothing wrong with that, it is pleasing to be pleased. There is passion in sex, pleasure in the company of lovers and friends and family alike, there is security in nationalism, in traditional religion, in belief in God, in friendship, there is pleasure in abundance in eating cake, chocolate and in the satisfaction of sitting through a well-produced film.
But is all this, or any of it, truly love?
Sex becomes a possessive thing. We don't let it go. We don't want to let it go. There is a sting in the tail. I demand repetition and so come to possess my partner. The sting in the tail here is that this possession leads to dependency and attachment and this in turn leads to mistrust, jealousy and ultimately to conflict. I may find myself in a position bewildered, for I may come to feel nothing but hurt and anger towards the person I previously had convinced myself I 'love'. I may feel trapped by another, or I may anguish over losing the other, the continuity of my 'love'.
How many of us have fallen out with friends never to speak to them again, friends we once professed a love for in life? How many of us have found great comfort and delight, laying in the arms of another, imagining we had found the ultimate of all meaning, only for the same person, to later lose all meaning and even become a burden in life? Or for them to feel the same about us? Onto another 'love', the 'love' of our nation, the turf born onto.
Nationalism does provide security.
The security behind the might of a larger group holding the same identity. But this security, needs protected against others doing the same. And so, necessitates the needs for armies, weapons, and ultimately war.
The security found in my love of my nation and my people, is now the cause of my insecurity.
The security I find in traditional religion is similar to this, in so much as I belong to a larger group who hold the same, (accepted and educated), 'understanding' of the sacred nature of life. Which is not my understanding, it is an accepted understanding handed down by an authority which I have been led to find value in following in my life. And the effects are similar to nationalism. I defend my beliefs against you who are involved in the same process, but identifying to differing beliefs.
Cake, chocolate and going to the movies are more harmless forms of the misuse of the word 'love', but eat too much cake or chocolate, and you will still end up with a belly ache.
Our desire for security denies our security. Isn’t that strange? Isn’t that questionable? In need of investigation? In need of observation? Our desire to be secure in nation and religious belief, denies our relationship to others doing the same, but holding onto differing educated attachments to deferent educated beliefs. Our desire to find security in a partner leads us to mistrust, jealousy, and a limiting of the other's life. Attachment becomes our 'love', seeking continuity, which denies freedom. We possess each other. Is freedom not synonymous to love?
Our 'love' often leads our life into great difficulties. When our possession of an object of desire finds this desire in the arms of another, we often meet extreme, even unbearable inner turmoil, conflict and pain. Once the initial 'newness' of our connection has passed.
Tears too often fall down our disappointed faces. “But I love you!”, becomes our impotent cry echoing the need to hold onto another, another, who has perhaps lost the need to hold onto me.
It is confining, to be possessed.
Violence can quickly ensue in such cases.
The central understood meaning of our lives to the word 'love' can turn on a heartbeat to anger and violence. Or neurotic behaviour, stalking, incessant pleading, deep sorrow and a feeling of being all but lost to life. 'Heartbroken', is the name given. Is this all inevitable to 'love' in life? Or are we misunderstanding of what love truly is? Have we been misled? Is there nothing to be questioned here? Need we not question if we carry anything other than a societally educated and gullibly accepted understanding of the word 'love'?
Are we playing out an accepted led into belief of what is involved in 'loving' another? Or is all this erratic behaviour something we have come to find as an accurate representation of the word 'love' through our own tireless investigation?
My 'love' of nation does not extend to the 'love' of others who 'love' other nations. With wars raging in various parts of the world, there seems so little need to talk about how 'love' of nation collectively brings our lives to obscene destructive and bloody violence. Religious beliefs, the very same. Love for a partner, on a much smaller scale, carries the same possibility.
This is a particularly peculiar phenomenon to witness, for religious belief, (perhaps other than Satanism), holds the word 'love' in the highest of esteem. Yet belief in a religion brings division between others, doing exactly the same, differing names, same belief structure, so often in the name of 'love', yet in this established division, we again so easily find violence.
Understandably so, for division is the ground of all conflict in life. Is love such a divided affair?
Is there a love other than a love which does not inevitably, or even ever, hold potential to bring our lives to conflict?
Is there a love undivided and indivisible? Such a love, could not be held in the boundaries of any attachment. I may still delight in a personal relationship, without becoming attached to the other.
Is this impossible?
Does attachment deny love? We seek to possess that which brings our lives to a feeling of greater completion. But when a bird is placed in a cage, it ceases to be able to fly, and loses it's meaning and beauty. It becomes a rather dead, limited thing in comparison to its life lived in freedom.
What does it mean, to be attached to something? We often confuse these two words, do we not, attachment and love, particularly in the area of personal relationship?
Interestingly, the word ‘attachment’ carries an etymological meaning of ‘arrest of a person on a judicial warrant’.
How the meaning of words changes through the corridors of time. And our corresponding acceptance of them.
There is no judicial warrant in personal relationship, at least not yet, but the way this world is going, I cannot say it will never come, so many and great have been the surprises so far in these past few years.
‘The arrest of a person’ is an interesting sentence. The capturing, the making ‘mine’. The possession. This seems accurate to the observable facts which so often come to unfold, when we profess to 'loving' another, does it not? We arrest the other. We hold them, as ours. We might even limit their life. The sting in the tail of this love is jealousy. Which if anything, is a close watch kept on the invisible prison door, to make sure who we have arrested does not consider trying to escape.
Let’s escape from law and order and judicial warrants for a while. Let’s explore the word and what other possibilities might lie behind it. As our understanding of the word is so transparently limited, confused, and one might even say corrupted, let’s begin by laying out what love is likely not.
Love is not a limitation of freedom. Love is not a demand. Love is not a bedmate of conflict. Love is not jealousy. Love is not to be found alongside hate, violence, disorder or conflict of any kind. I may deeply appreciate you being in my life, but if I seek to hold you, then this, cannot be love.
For love is not possessive. Love seeks your blessing.
And freedom, is the greatest blessing of all.
Hate, violence, conflict, jealousy, disorder, all arise from a division, do they not? A divided psychological outlook on life. Conflict is inherent to division, and when I claim anything, (or anyone) to be ‘mine’, I have divided my life from yours, who claim other things (and other people) to be ‘yours’. The potential for conflict has been born, the required ground is this division.
We gather throughout life, not only the centenary billionaires of this world are gatherers, the men so rich they can surround the world in satellites and plan to fly to Mars, yet so poor, they cannot find heart to help suffering billions.
Self interest denies interest in others. And denies all love.
We all gather, we are great collectors. We gather 'wealth', we gather people, we gather possessions, beliefs, identities, nationalistic and otherwise. Most of all, we gather words and images. And we find security living in the continuity of all we have gathered.
And gathering more.
And gathering more.
And gathering more.
The more we gather, the more security we feel we hold. And the more security we feel we need, to protect the security we have found. The security we have found in our gathering, what, (and who), we have arrested and placed in the triple locked, password protected, iris scanning, double doored, twenty four hour security guarded closet marked in indelible ink with the capital letters in bold uppercase, ‘M-I-N-E'.
This gathering may be represented by outer embellishments, jewels, gold, beliefs, ideologies, philosophies, religion, property, people, titles, accomplishment, bank balance, to name only a few. But as in all in life, we are a dual world living species. The outer nature of our lives is the manifestation of what we have gathered and carry inwardly. And we carry a heavy load. This inward gathering is what we call our human 'consciousness'. Here we find the symbolic nature we have found security in continuity of represented in symbolic nature, of that which we have gathered outwardly, which pleases our life in knowledge of it's secured, (locked down), continuity.
Gives our lives 'meaning'.
Our partner is found here, as easily met and likely more frequently, as in the outside world. In conceptual format, (more perhaps on that later). The act of sex, the repetitive pleasure of losing oneself in the arms of another, is often mulled over. 'Chewing the cud', a cow might come to find as an accurate analogy. If cows could speak. We derive our life meaning from our societal status, our bank balances, our possessions, our home, (or homes), our beliefs, ideologies, nationalistic tendencies and so many others. Our inner psychological nature is a reflection of the outer world and both are a continuity of what we have accumulated to our lives. And a seeking for more. What we have attached to. What, we have arrested. And we claim, to love it all. It is after all, what we derive our life security from. It is what gives our life meaning.
I am going to make a claim which may shock you, if you hold a mind capable of questioning. I don’t mean to insult, so many have no such ability. Societal conditioning has seen it so. The chains of our societal conditioning are buried deep and hidden well, masterly crafted.
So many defend what they ‘love’ they could never imagine life without it. Or without 'them' in the case of another person. Whatever those words represent. Love holds nothing. Love makes no demands. Love has no continuity, love, carries nothing at all.
And so love, is free. It travels light, unburdened by accumulation from the past, growing into a projected future.
If you observe yourself at all, you will inevitably come to see that what you call your ‘self’, is an inner incessant movement of words and images within, surrounded by these life gathered continuities, in continual progression and continuity in a sense of conceptual time, seeking greater security through the act of walling up what I have, already accumulated and seeking to add to it.
The inner area of human self is a movement of thought, which is knowledge. This knowledge comprises what we are.
“My belief’, ‘my sexual partner’. 'my' wife, 'my' husband, ‘my' house’ ‘my' car ‘my' bank account’ ‘my' ideas ‘my' nation, ‘my' religion, ‘my' cake, and ’my' cinema ticket’. Perhaps, followed by 'my' hot dog. And my ice cold light beer.
This movement of inner gathering, this inner psychological reflection of all outer gathering, bringing a sense of security to our mind, is the mind itself.
This, is our societal programming.
This is what divides us all, destroys our freedom, slaughters relationship and true love, places the lives of 'others' in chains, gives rise to dictatorships, Great Resets, Monarchies, Wars, all conflicts and so, this seeking of security in limitation, is the very root of all movements which brings such colossal insecurity to our lives and to our world.
The actual living qualities hidden and unseen behind our understanding of the word 'love'.
You may feel you are other than this, other than a reflective repetitive continuity of what you have gathered in life, beliefs, possessions, patriotism, relationships, ideologies, philosophies, I could go on and on. You are the 'observer' of all this inner movement, perhaps you feel you are the creator of it, the part of the mind which chews the cud, the cud being the words and images carried, the observer, is the one who takes delight in the carrying, or the one whose life suffers, when, God forbid, a possession is lost or taken away. Particularly, when that possession is a person.
This ‘observer’ of thought, when closely and diligently studied, without choice, is seen to be nothing other than a movement of thought itself.
Educated as we have been, to conceptualise all in our lives, we have also conceptualised a psychological continuity in image and words of what we are. We have possessed ourselves in symbolic continuity, as we possess all other things and people. We have placed our own lives under home arrest.
The 'self', the 'me', the 'ego', is a central image in memory and is identified by birth name, psychologically conditioned as a continuing energy within an inner world of otherwise fleeting movements. This inner division, between thinker and thoughts is the root of all conflict in our lives. But we are not discussing such matters here, we are basking in the revelation of our communal accepted understanding of the word 'love'.
Get ready, a shock is coming. I can hear a thunder roll in the distance.
Many are those who will choose not to believe what I am about to say, without even taking one step to clarify the truth or falseness of what I am about to say. Many are those who will feel threatened, and so deny these words, also, without any investigation. Few are those who may listen at all, fewer still are those who will apply diligently, test the waters, to come to an actual understanding of what is being pointed towards, regarding our shared inner psychological nature.
It is you, few in number, who keep me writing.
A change in our world is a change in ourselves.
Thought drives action, actions build society. The complexity of our inner lives, (non understood) are what builds our outer world we all suffer under. This, is the point of effective change.
The enemy of our lives is within.
Get ready, brace yourself.
Love is the absence of all inner movements of thinking. Stop a while now and consider, do not run away, do not call the author of these words insane, (although he may be), begin to look at your own life and apply awareness to come to understand the truth or insanity of these words.
Whatever category these words fit into, your questioning will have greatly advanced your understanding of your own nature.
Love is absence of self.
Love is only met through a completely silent mind. A mind not attached to anything.
This is not to say one cannot still enjoy the pleasures of relationships in life, sexual or otherwise, far from it, for meeting life without inner self, is to meet life unobstructed in vision, unbiased in approach and with deep care and concern for all. There is no greater connection than this.
Thought is a limitation to life.
As we lead it this day, thought is a limitation to life. A limitation to seeing life as it is, to seeing life with the whole of mind, to seeing the whole of life, and to leading a truly loving and so a holy life. I repeat this relationship between words in many texts, so forgive me, those who have read this before. For the benefit of virgin eyes, the word 'whole', has etymological relationship to the word ‘holy’. We are crossing over from the psychological world to the world of religion. Words often divide, where no division is to be found.
Seeing the whole of life, is only possible, when meeting life with the whole of the mind and the whole of the mind can only be found in a completely silent mind.
Perhaps this is why there have been so few truly religious men ever touch this world. For we gain security in what we possess, people, ideas, beliefs, sense of self, historical background, sense of who I am and my purpose in life, all driven in perpetual continuity through the now automated processes of thinking. To meet love, which is to meet the actual sacred living quality of life, is only possible by negating all which we presently find security in holding.
Is there anyone still listening? Anyone finds this of interest?
If so, it is you who have potential to be the beginning for the only revolution in this world which can bring humanity from its eternal darkness to light.
Our beliefs have divided us, our patriotism, the same, our sense of 'self' places our lives in chains of self-interest, unconcerned for the lives of others, our love for another encages their as much as our own hearts, our attachments bring us to sufferance in loss, our eternal need to carry this inner weight every day in progression towards a future of even more, brings to our lives a fear of death, for death, although natural to life, (and perhaps even a thing of great beauty), breaks the continuity of what we carry and possess. Of all that, of which we have arrested. We find security in the denial of our security. We find freedom in great limitation of our lives. We find love, by placing our heart and the heart of others, in chains.
This word is the enemy of love.
My country against yours, my religion against yours, my property, which I must padlock and fence against yours, my money, my food, my love, my anger, my hurt, my desires, my everything.
The man writing these words had an insight into this fact many years ago. His life has been perhaps unusual, for many decades, he has been drawn to an understanding of what he actually is, through his own eyes. In as great a measure as many are drawn to the accumulation of money. He never valued money, (perhaps for a short time), was he under this spell, other than this, money was a simple tool, the gathering of more seemed pointless, than what was required. Perhaps this came in reaction to the life of a father who lived to gather money and who died with wealth he could not take with him, and a different kind of wealth he had never come to meet, or explore, for he had been too occupied in this popular pursuit.
I spent many months as a younger man alone, living in Monasteries, on the island of Mallorca. Paradisiacal memories remain accessible. Nothing to do, nowhere to go. No one to meet, and so free to travel and free to meet all. During this time, I met many people, among them was a young girl, also travelling, living nearby, in a local village hotel. Her room had been broken into, and her money and traveller’s cheques had been stolen. The travellers cheque value would be returned, but needed arranged and a certain time period of inability to spend was unfolding.
These two sat together once, sharing a moment in time, talking as best as could be managed, for their languages were not the same. Sitting outside a café in the village where the dastardly crime had occurred. I offered to buy her dinner. She refused, although I knew she was hungry, she still refused. I bought her dinner anyway, out of sight I took it upon myself to feed this hungry young mouth. She protested, but thankfully, she ate. She ate and simultaneously protested. We would likely never meet again, (true, I was headed that day to another part of the island, far away).....how could she ever repay me?
I tried to explain to her, keeping in mind the challenges here, languages were not the same, that money may be looked upon for what it is. Money. Neither yours, nor mine. Something to be used, and there is no greater use for money than to be used where it is needed. As in the case of feeding a hungry young stomach. It is when we lay claim to anything, problems begin to arise. Money, which is wealth, is freely available for all, regardless who carries it in their back pocket. We print the stuff out of thin air, in heavens name. Money, which is ‘mine’ knows nothing of such a taste of freedom.
Nor of the taste of the pizza it can buy.
A man may hold so much money, yet have no wealth at all in life, another in comparison, may have little, but all the wealth in the world. I am sure you can think of many examples in the first category. It is, a major problem in our world.
This is love. Freedom comes when I let go of what I hold. This is love, and in this there is great beauty, responsibility is accurately met, and the birds in the trees sing a happier song and the sun shines a little brighter than before. For this, is the way of this universe, to provide, where provision is needed, and to ask for nothing in return.
The possibility to meet life’s demands without selfish possession, (which is the very movement of the self), restricting flow, providing to life, what life is presenting it needs.
In comparison, we are arresting, locking down and laying claim to 'possessions' in life, (including people), denying freedom to all. A conditioning so out of control, we are being told today we will soon own nothing, and be happy about it. A few, want to own it all.
We are arresting the flow of life under our own self certified, self interested judicial order.
Love is the freedom from what we hold onto desperately and cling to inwardly.
Love is not within the human mind.
Check for confirmation.
Here we find fear, desires, (the gathering of more). Here we find conceptual presentation of what we have already gathered, a consistently demanded repetition of what we have previously found pleasing (as in the case of sex). Here we find the past, the ground of all gathering, and here we find the future, the projected continuity of what I have gathered before, which I derive security from, seeking to carry it all into infinity. At least, to the point of death.
Damn it! Who put death there?
And so love is found in an emptying of consciousness. In an ending of belief, and though I may take delight in the arms of a partner, I will not ever possess that partner. I will never call them ‘mine’. For I recognise the fact that their beauty is intimately related to their freedom. I may still delight in relationship, sexual or otherwise, in fact I will delight all the more, for my relationship now, is open to the whole of life. Where before I held a cup of water in my hand, un-flowing, now, I am free to meet the entire ocean. And I grant the same freedom, which is love, to all.
Love is found where you are not and where you are, love can never be. And so love is found in death of self, and death of self is met through a complete understanding of the ways of self. An emptying of consciousness, a letting go of all attachment to all we have gathered and possessed. And so an ability to meet all freely in life without constraint. And in all of this there lies immeasurable beauty and the meeting of relationship to life in which God, a captured symbol previously merely believed in, a personal possession, may be met in direct relationship. The sacred lives and dies in silence and space. To meet the sacred, the human mind must be the same quality. Quiet, and empty. Meaning absolutely silent and void of all possessive accumulation which constitutes 'me'.
To enter death, we can carry nothing with us.
Given that death is an inevitable part of life, why do we think it wise to base the value of our lives on the accumulation and carrying of the maximum of everything I can? One needs a home, one needs food, one needs relationship with others, which may involve an appreciation of each other expressed in close physical contact.
But why are these connections conceptualised, added to memory, eternally carried, birthing inner images, desires, attachments and fears, which then lead my life to require their constant repetition, limiting my life, limiting another’s life, bringing life eternally to a dulling progressive repetition and bringing all to deep suffering, if god forbid, I lose, or if any of my gatherings is taken from me, during my journey through life?
This inner gathering, accumulation and continuity is what divides me from you. And division is root of all conflict.
My beliefs against yours, my property against yours, my everything, against yours, 'me', the enclosing conceptual imaginary nature of all of this, plus a conceptual identity represented by name, a word, thrown in for good measure, divided eternally, from you. The exact same inner structure, only different name, different gatherings, different past seeking a different continuity into a different future.
Is this not the nature and structure of the divisive self? The so named human 'condition'?
The 'me'? The 'Ego'?
Is this not an inner and outer limitation to life and the divisive nature of all which complicates our lives, our society and our world?
It is. Look closely. It is.
But don't take my word for this, observe the phenomenon in your own life, that your understanding will be yours.
My nationality against yours, is a major cause of war.
Without these accumulated gatherings inwardly, which possess us as a much as we possess them, we would all meet the very same world. In freedom, to look after the whole of life, to give to life where and what is needed, to meet life responsibly.
We need find inner silence to meet such glory. We need empty the mind we live within today. We need come to understand the meaning of death, before we die. Or this chaos we live within, inside and out, will never end.
Death, love and beauty are three words which point to a life and death condition lived without self-interest, without this bag of inner valued gatherings.
Do not ask me how the self comes to an end, this is a wrong question. There is no 'how'. How implies a method, and a method is a continuity in time to seek a future goal, and what continues in time, other than what needs to end? This must happen immediately. And the catalyst to bring about this miracle, the beginning of all others in life, is an action of seeing. Seeing, is immediate action. Seeing totally, demands a silent mind, I cannot see completely if I am distracted by any other movement.
Study this inner corruption, part traditional, in great part educated and programmed into us, study its ways, this living thing of accumulated dead matter, which lives within the brain cells of all of humanity.
You are not separate from this, though on first glance you may appear to be.
This is the outer surface layer of societal conditioning. Watch, until you catch sight that you are also a movement within thinking, then watch further. Until you catch sight that you are indistinguishable in nature from every thought which arises. This process, if followed through passionately, with great interest, ends inner conflict. Inner conflict arises between a division between the inner self (an image) and all other images, all projected by the same brain. But all, are images, and all have the same source.
The ending of inner conflict is born from undistorted and so accurate vision of inner conflict and this is the beginning of a total revolution in the brain calls of a human being, a representative of the entirety of humanity. This is the beginning of a revolution in human action, as thought births action and so the beginning of a revolution in human society which is born from human action. Action from a silent mind is action free from any potential for conflict, for such action is rooted not in self-interest, but in interest of the whole of life, by the whole of mind. By a silent mind. A mind free of self.
And what then of thought?
Thought, memory, knowledge, has its place. A valuable, authentic place, where it will not be problematic to life. It will be used as needed, which is often and in many ways. Drive a car, find your way home, speak a language, engage in enjoyable work, recognise a friend or the face of a lover.
But never a foe.
For the root of all divisions has ended.
This is the birth of love and the rebirth of death and a life so revolutionised is a life lived in eternal beauty, now beyond death. Immortal in timelessness.
For when the self has ended, life itself is no longer held in the boundaries of time.
THE PROBLEM IS WHAT WE ARE
This is an immoral society. It stands on lies and lies are not only within the society itself, lies live and breathe within every named human being who lives and breathes, lives and dies within this immoral society. Living an immoral life.
Be careful of what you imagine constitutes a lie, many truths are built on lies, many lies, hold truths within.
We tend to divide ourselves from society and imagine the problems which confront our lives are other than what we are. The blame lies with some ‘other’. It is the Jew, or the Muslim, the Communist, the World Economic Forum, the Billionaire, Bill Gates, George Soros, Politicians or any combined myriad of others.
We are human beings, regardless of all and any historical, religious, national, ideological, political or other label we give to ourselves. Regardless of our birth name or societal status.
Regardless of all identity.
What are we human beings to do about this world problem consisting and totalling a fragmentation of divided shards so many in number? Differing tribes all sharing one planet, now being pushed together, manipulated for a global agenda? The over-running of western states with members of other races and other backgrounds, religious, ideological and otherwise?
What do we do about the grotesque sexualisation of our children, the rise of minority transgender and LGBT groups receiving greater consideration in every corner of life in greater measure than the majority who live in greater appreciation of the natural order of life? Why have we never sewn a flag together of pretty colours symbolising the importance of feeding starving children? One every five seconds dies.
One every five seconds.
Do you know this? Why are you not in tears every day over this, all, 'straights', 'gays'? 'LGBT' alike? What is wrong with us? Why is your heart not troubled by this, why do no tears fall down upon your face from flooded eyes?
The destruction of our food supplies, the claim of a heavily disputed climate change with so little evidence to establish this as true, other than the assertions of those who assert it to be so, (yes, temperatures are rising, yes, weather has never been so erratic as this year, and yes, the same governments who pushed 'safe and effective' and who are pushing this climate change ideology, hold weather control technology.) HAARP and sprayed chemicals, among others, look over your head, you might see a plane or two in an act of dispersal right now.
All need be questioned.
Tens of thousands of real experts with no voice stating climate change affecting humanity does not exist are ignored. As are the starving children still dying, how many since I started typing, have been dying equally ignored. Why?
What do we do about our media, appearing to be of the same uninterested unquestioning nature as our governments? Pharmaceutical industries more concerned with profits than caring for lives or healing the sick? Both government and pharma, (often the same people), follow the colour of green, and no, not the organic stuff. We all follow that colour. It is the true God of humanity. Face facts. Not what you think about facts. The two are often so different.
Multiple chemical spills from trains contaminating agricultural land? What do we do about the ‘safe and effective’ medication for a pandemic which turned out to be not so ‘safe and effective’ yet from which powerful men profited to the tune of hundreds of billions and still continue to profit from? What do we do about the pandemic itself, which itself is steeped in unanswered questions which are not allowed to even be whispered yet alone voiced or expecting of an answer?
What do we do about our lives, lived and died on this catastrophically divided world?
What do we do about the wealth divide which has gifted immense control over the lives of so many to a very few members of our human race and left billions without a voice? So many, even without food? What do we do about organisations and institutions, traditional and otherwise, which claim to be acting in our benefit by seeking to remove from our lives an ability to live our lives as we ourselves see fit?
Do we even see how to live our lives ‘fit’?
Our world has broken down.
What do we do about it? Long forecast, the arrival of the 'New World Order', morphed into a 'Great Reset', is undeniable to anyone other than to those who remain fast asleep, drugged or insane. We are living in a time of great disorder in the establishing of this new 'order' and the present day for so many of our race has likely never seen such a time of such immense volcanic disruption, chaos and disorder.
Lives are being lost, lives are being destroyed, what was built up is being torn down and what is torn down is being left to dust. To be built up again, in another’s image. An image which brings profit to their lives. An old story for mankind. A race of brothers who know not the meaning of love.
Wars are raging in the east and in the west. Despite the claims of climate change being requested to be taken seriously, the prevailing witnessed daily events do not meet the logic behind the actions of the powerful. The cost of the carbon load of war on the claimed level of climate change seems to be as irrelevant to them as the lifestyles of the rich who jet around the globe in their gas burning private planes as they instruct those not of their class, of the need to not set foot at greater distance than fifteen minutes from home. Cow farts are to be considered more problematic than nuclear waste.
Governments, long held in illusory vision to be there for the interest of the people are transparently working for their own interests. A shared vision, in a divided world.
This is a time of Biblical proportions.
Planes fly, bombs fall, tanks fire, bridges are bombed. Bodies lay rotting on the ground. Nuclear tipped shells lay environments to waste for centuries and all sides of the mighty lay claim to being on the side of the good. On the side of the just, asking for the blessing of God. All sides lay claim to the throne of correct moral action. Peace will be coming, through the activity of war. Justice will come through injustice. Morality awaits at the end of the road of immorality and freedom will be found by accepting shackles and chains.
Authority knows best. Just follow.
Many are the suggestions; many are the proposed actions. Many are the voices casting blame and accusation, full of their own self conceived plans of action which if followed, will guarantee a better outcome for the lives of so many whose lives appear to be slipping from their grasp this day.
Smaller 'Great Resets' are arising everywhere. Proposed alternative solutions to the problem. Children of the first.
The problem lies everywhere other than where we are. It is ‘them’ to blame. It is ‘they’ who act wrongly. It is ‘us’ who must bring this world to rights. It is true, it is ‘them’ but it may also, be ‘us’. Take a closer look.
Are any of us blameless?
We approach our problems which are so many in number today with so many conclusions. With calculated intent, held high and steadfast by the 'wisdom' of our reasoning, rooted in the power of our intellect. We know. And when we know, we have little need nor desire to learn.
‘Put Britain First’, or ‘Make America Great Again’ are the answers of a few. Social integration. There are those who await the return of Christ. Others likewise await the arrival of another messiah. Greater tolerance is the answer, bowing to technology, merging with machine, eating bugs, building through the art of destruction.
Our ideological approaches are as varied and divided as the number of ideological labels we live our lives within. One thing perhaps we can agree upon is this. We are divided people, and a divided house can never stand, and we will never stand, until we end the problem of what divides us. Perhaps all divisions share a common root, one from which they all grow.
Humanity has serious problems not going away anytime soon. Humanity needs solve these problems. What is your place in all this? Have you no responsibility? Are you not a representative of humanity? Will you leave it all to the 'experts'? Have you not contributed to this? Are you not contributing to this?
When we approach a problem, any problem, as large as those which confront so many lives today, or relatively smaller in nature, with any solution, we are stipulating that we know how the problem must be acted upon, are we not? We have the answer. We have the road map. It need only be followed diligently and victory shall most certainly be ours.
We need fight back, we need uprise, we need a societal revolution, we need bring back the guillotine or the gallows, we need greater social justice, governments which work for us, we need send back the invaders, remove from power those who put them there, build alternative organisations challenging those standing today bringing so much havoc to our world and so to the lives of so many innocent people.
Have we no eyes to see we have lived through this all before more times than numbers can count? The names change, time marches on, our lack of care for one another and our assaults on each others lives is a central unchanging continuity.
We never question.
We never question ourselves, nor the world which confronts us. The two are intimately related. Intimately related. One builds the other, the other feeds and grows from the structure it has built. Grows in divisive continuity.
We seek to 'change' without any real understanding of what the word even means. likewise, we profess to love without any understanding of what that word means. We worship 'God' without any understanding or relationship to what the word points to. Our hearts are empty and we never face that emptiness. The last thing we want to do is the only thing that counts.
We know what to do already, so blessed are we with wisdom, without any understanding of the limitations and so the danger of acting from a ground of knowledge. Our actions are rooted in response to the chaos which presents before our eyes, and so our actions are truly reactions, actions deeply related to and in continuity of the same chaos. Our actions arise from thoughts within and we all consider we 'know' how to act and what must be done, but have we questioned in life to come to any vital understanding of what it means to ‘know’ anything? Have we questioned even what it means to say ‘I Know’?
We are so vain. So certain. From an in your face 'Great Reset' commanding the future required life structure of all others, to our own lives. We know. And the totality of divisive human knowledge has led us here. Knowledge, leads us to conflict, and knowledge is found in the activity of our thinking leading every action.
To act ‘knowing’, is to act in knowledge. Knowledge is gathered information from the past. Knowledge is held and acted upon primarily at root from the movements of our thinking, which is the source of all actions we have ever taken in life. Knowledge is always limited, built from recorded and learned past memories, experiences and education. What is limited is divisive, and knowledge is divisive, because, arising from limited past experiences, as knowledge inevitably does, as it must, knowledge divides the life actions of one from another, virtue of the fact that no person, or group of people has ever past through the same previous life experiences. Acting on knowledge, therefore, as we all do, is to act divisively from others who are acting from a differing background of knowledge.
This is the movement tearing our world apart.
Acting on knowledge can only add further problems to a world already on fire with problems. Our very own actions are contributing to the ongoing degeneration into a continuity of chaos in our world.
I never cast blame on anyone’s shoulders. Never. In all honesty. I blame no one. For I am clear enough in vision to see condemnation is not the answer. If I condemn you, or anyone else, I condemn myself. For the mind of humanity is one. Broken, divided, uncaring, unseeing, selfish, enclosing, time bound and deeply limited by its own movements.
This is the mind of humanity. Tell me it is not so. Argue your case, then put down your argument and question if you really are seeing as clearly as you think you are.
A mind standing on and fuelled by knowledge. A mind seeking to end the problems it itself has created. Putting out fire, by adding flames.
Knowledge is always limited. What is limited brings limitation to life. There is always more to know. And so knowledge can never be complete. And so a constant companion to knowledge is an overbearing shadow of immense ignorance of that which I do not know, which I can never know, having never passed through the life experiences required to gather such knowledge.
And so our actions are never complete. And so our lives are not holy. Complete is whole, whole is 'holy'. The words have etymological relationship. Appropriate, sane action guided by accurate perception rather than steeped in self-interested conclusions, bias, prejudice, attachments, desires and fear. Our actions are limited and our actions are taken in greater ignorance than any certainty of their outcome. Or any awareness of the destruction we bring to life seeking their outcome. We know. And so it never occurs to us to allow any problem, large or small, to tell us its story. We do not learn from the problem; we seek to solve the problem.
And so we never care for the problem. We never hold a problem in our hands, carefully looking at it, allowing it to reveal it’s every aspect. Many are saying this world is under the control of Satan. If this is true, then Satan needs brought to the table and we need listen to him to understand his ways. For when his ways have been fully understood, this devil will trouble us no more.
Were it so, were this some satanic dark energy engulfing our lives, it might be easier to accept than the fact which confronts to the man who holds a modicum of vision unobstructed by his own divisive inward nature, unobstructed by his own mind.
We, are our own problem.
Our divisive actions of living in unquestioned competition have led us here. Our desire to stand in authority and seek power over others has led us here. Our demand to be led, has led us here. Our education has led us here. Our seeking of success has led us here. Our divisive religious beliefs have led us here. Our fears and desires have led us here. Our sense of patriotic superiority has led us here. Our thoughts and actions and lack of relationship, our lives lived behind walls of images and words. All these and more, have led us here.
Religion today follows the commercial pattern of success. From Priest to Bishop to Cardinal to Pope, a self-interested movement seeking to reach top position. We call such movement 'religion'. Ignoring the often reported actions of men who contradictorily claim themselves to be religious. And so we never question what religion might actually be. We have it, we know what it is, which is what has been told to us. What use then, to seek to learn? Religion may be a transformative energy in any man's life, and religion may be the cornerstone to any newly arising culture. Our culture has died, in it's place, we have built a warring society. A warring society which has replaced religion, with belief. Led by an authority. Authority and freedom are contradictory in nature and freedom is the first building block in any religious life.
What difference is there truly in the nature of a man who professes a religious life in this world and the man who seeks to become a centenary billionaire? None. Both are self interested and what is self interested is enclosed, pleasure driven, uncaring, desirous and fearful. The movements behind both is the same. To seek success, to stand in top position of authority.
A movement of 'me' before 'you'.
Is this love? Is this religion? Is religion so easy to come by in life as accepting the words of another? Is religion so easy to come by in life as to believe? Is belief a factual foundation of relationship to the sacred quality of life? Is religion really such a small affair? Believe, and be guaranteed entrance to sit at the right hand side of God in paradise forever?
Am I damned to eternal hell for questioning such commonplace accepted apparent 'wisdom'?
Back to our collective ‘understanding’ of how we solve our problems and how, in the solving of one, we create a thousand others.
My heart breaks open daily for our communal lack of understanding. I cannot throw stones at the people leading this world this day to such destruction. Political, wealth, religious, and otherwise, down to the common man, my own life included. There are not enough stones in the world for this task.
This divisive behaviour, 'me' against 'you', is in strong measure a peculiarity to our race rooted in childhood education, during our many years of study when a central focussing feature was the resolution of problems.
Our brains were led by a guiding authoritarian hand into repetitive problems seeking a solution. For at least twelve years this juvenile activity continued and this laying down of psychological activity became a societally gifted approach to life of a brain conditioned to solving problems.
A brain so conditioned lives with problems.
A brain so conditioned is never free from problems.
Why? Because this has been its established conditioned approach to life. And a brain which is living with problems has little capacity, to solve problems. And life, justifiably so, becomes proliferated with problems. This is, after all, the trained approach, now firmly rooted, to meeting life.
Life becomes a problem.
To really solve any problem, the understanding of the problem is most essential, is it not? The listening to the problem, the loving of the problem, the caring for the problem, the looking at the problem like a multi-faceted jewel, from every available angle. Holding the problem close to your heart, letting the problem tell its story. In such an approach, the answer to any problem, is in the problem itself. The problem, needs seen, all of it, not 'solved'.
A sharp deviation in the standardised learned approach of coming to the problem with a previously calculated or searched out calculated solution. A brain full of problems is working on highly limited energy. And a brain full of problems, is incapable of ending a single problem. The brain must be free from problems, to be able to solve a problem.
A brain full of problems, brings those problems to the world.
No one is to blame, or all, are to blame. We all live this way.
A quiet brain is the brain which has capacity for study. A brain not looking for a solution, nor presenting a previously calculated plan. A brain which can allow the problem a voice. The plan, the solution, the 'Great Reset' or any other, is knowledge based and becomes a dividing factor between the brain seeking to solve the problem and the problem itself. The problem is no longer seen clearly whenever we approach it with a solution. The solution becomes important, and the problem ceases to be seen other than through the eyes of the solution, which is a highly limited view, founded from limited knowledge. Limited knowledge standing in shadows of infinite ignorance. Divided from the problem itself.
We are so quick to rush to action. To solve the problem. The solution must be acted upon, and 'the problem shall be solved', is our reasoning. The solution becomes all important. We are no longer looking at the problem. It is now something to be eradicated rather than studied, cared for, caressed, something to be solved rather than looked at with great interest. And so we become blind to the importance of letting the problem tell us its story in favour of its resolution. And so problems multiply, as they must, because our approach is avoiding our meeting the problem. We are now concerned with the solution; our eyes are looking elsewhere than they need be for understanding leading to effective action.
This is all limited action founded from knowledge which can only increase problems in our lives. If we had the ability to bring solution to the problem, would the problem have arisen in the first place? This is not true action, this is a mechanical approach to life which makes action impossible thanks to the limiting effects of a brainwashing education and a race who live in the shadow of the ever limited (in)capacities of knowledge. What truly solves problems is responsible and accurate, and therefore appropriate action. Action which follows a complete understanding of the problem. And such action is not planned, can never be planned, it arises immediately the moment the totality of the problem has been understood. And to understand we need see. Not solve.
Understanding comes from looking at the problem and learning about the problem, never from knowing what to do and acting on this accumulated limited knowledge to seek a solution. As knowledge is a limited approach, knowledge can only function in limited relation to the problem, on the limitations of what it knows. And so ‘solving’ our problems births many more of them. To actually solve a problem, the problem needs come to end, and no problem ends from approaching the problem from a position of hostility already rooted in decided upon opposition to the problem. To seek to solve a problem is to continue the problem.
Problems need end, not be solved.
This may all sound rather complex, but it is in nature much simpler than the descriptive words portray. We human beings have always lived in a chaotic society. And chaotic lives, and the two are related. We have never known peace in all of our recorded history. Stop a second and think about this. Never have we lived at peace. Never. Our beliefs in God have not led us to peace. Our organisations and governments have not led us to peace. Our immense knowledge and progress, for all manner of creature comforts, have only made our lives more difficult and unsustainable. We have faster communication; we can talk instantly with close friends and loved ones in another part of the world. But we also have faster and more devious methods for killing each other, in our eternal drive to 'succeed'. My success, after all, is only known in comparison to your failure. Can only be known in comparison to your failure.
Viewing through this lens, we may automatically come to see that the problems we face today, Biblical in nature indeed as they are, are nothing new. For the Bible was written almost two thousand years ago, and the same problems were being met by the same humanity all that time ago.
Far less advanced technologically, identical, psychologically. We were killing each other than; we kill each other now. Where has been the progress? And why do we even consider ourselves worthy to utter the word 'love'? What use to believe in 'God', when our daily lives have no understanding of the word love?
Who built this society? Was it not us? Who built its competitive structure, its divisive ways and its leading of all lives into deep self-interest? Us, and those who preceeded us, our fathers and grandfathers, running back in measured time into a past so far back we have no eyes to see. Who saw all this competition, war, control, dictatorship, self-interest, as more beneficial than relationship, peace and love? Who sees it now?
Who, other than us?
Who other than those who came before us, who educated us to their ways? Society’s foundations are laid down on the relationship, (or lack of any relationship), between one man and another. Society, does not exist, outside of this. 'Relationship' is also a word we have pitiful understanding of. As we have pitiful understanding of the word 'God', the word 'love', or how to approach a problem, that it completely ends.
Acting to solve a problem is an act of vanity, it carries within it an unspoken, perhaps unrecognised insistence, that the one acting, has already understood the problem. ‘I know what must be done’. Otherwise, what drives the action seeking solution? But problems, like life, are living, evolving things. Always new in nature. Always changing. And so acting in knowledge of a solution is to seek to solve a living, evolving movement with a fixed, definite, determined solution.
We seek to eradicate the problem. As warlike to problems as we are to our lives.
Our approach is one of war. We never allow for an intimate relationship to the problem, exploring it, touching it, becoming intimate with it, giving it the space with the passionate care it needs to tell us its story. This is arduous work in comparison to seeking a solution, but this is the only effective approach.
The problem is always new, the solution, arising from knowledge, is always old. And always limited and so never complete. Knowledge is always old, you cannot know anything, other than what belongs to the past. Given that our problems of Biblical proportions have not yet been solved in two thousand years, why do we consider that we hold the ability to solve them now?
Must we not begin to learn?
And to learn, what use is what we already know? If our knowledge is so incomplete, then must we not learn? Can we ever be in position to learn, when we claim to already know? Must we not learn from the problem? Where else? Find a solution?
As the problem is always new, revealing itself in continuing motion, can I look at it anew? Or is my mind so enclosed in walls of the past, that the sweet perfumed scent of the new forever escapes my life? Can I look without any bias, any prejudice, any knowledge, which only restricts my ability to clearly see the problem? The ‘Great Reset’ today is a problem for so many. Countries, (or rather politicians), are signing up to an ideology that farming must be severely restricted. This brings further problems of food shortages and starvation. Is this solving the problem of an imminent danger to humanity?
Or bringing another one in turn needing to be solved?
Does it truly matter to any man, to die of an overheated planet or to die of starvation? Both, will lead to death. Perhaps then, at last, all problems will finally come to an end. They will continue for humanity, as they have, for all of our past history.
Seeing, is to act. Seeing is to act. Seeing is to act. Seeing, is to act in totality. Acting from a conclusion, in knowledge is to act in partiality. If you don’t see this, then I cannot find any voice to shout any louder. We need to stop all action. Until we see clearly the nature of what it is about us that brings us to repetitively live in this destructive dark life destroying manner, we need to stop all action.
Our actions are related to the problem and so a continuity of that which we wish to end. Seeing is to act effectively. Acting from knowledge of what to do to solve a problem is to give birth to more problems.
One can see this rather easily on consideration of how one acts when finding one’s life in immediate pressing danger.
Meeting a dangerous wild animal, there is never any action arising from calculated knowledge. If there were, the meeting would not end well. The brain does not seek to solve the problem through the formulation of a plan when meeting immediate danger. It acts to solve the problem in the immediacy of the danger which presents. Such action is immediate, un-calculated and complete and derived from the awareness of the danger of the situation itself. In such circumstance, there is never any consideration of a calculated solution needed.
Action comes from seeing, and the action which follows seeing, solves the problem to the best of all abilities. All energy is driven by an awareness of the problem rather than by a calculated response seeking future resolution. The problem drives the answer, not what I think I should do to respond accurately to the problem. The problem is always present. The solution is calculated response from the past seeking future resolution.
Here, the danger is as pressing as any wild animal. One prowling, not yet having fully revealed itself. That danger is us. Is it that we do not see the danger of how we are all living? Is it we do not see how limited our lives have become? And so, how divisive and conflicted? We are the limitation of our own lives. We are the problem which needs end. We are the world which needs to change.
We live on words and images. This movement within human intellect calculates and applies our limited knowledge based solutions to the problems of our lives. Divisive solutions which only proliferate the problems we seek to solve.
You must see this?
Or are we as blind to the world we live in as we are to the mind we live as? What will awaken as from our slumber? More wars, more 'Great Resets', more drugs, merging of humanity with machine? Becoming as mechanical in outer structure as we are inwardly, in the area of our mechanical knowledge based minds?
If we wish to truly end any problem, we must uproot it. If we can get to the roots, it withers and dies. Where are the roots of our societal and life maladies? Our society is built from our actions. Our actions are driven by thoughts. We have arrived at the roots. Thinking is the root of all divisive activities in the lives of men, thinking is where we need turn our gaze if we wish to heal our world, our lives, our relationships and our mind.
In the area of human consciousness, which is knowledge, remaining with any problem in a state of non-action, leading to seeing the complete nature of the problem, is to have an insight into the problem, and an insight into the problem is what is required to bring the problem to an end. I cannot act on what I am, to resolve what I am, and what I am needs to change, because what I am has built this broken world, so fraught with danger. If I am the problem, and I am the problem, every action I take is an action of the problem in perpetual continuity.
Here, perhaps we find meaning in the words of Jesus, ‘unless a man be born again he cannot enter the kingdom of heaven’. I borrow these words from this man of infinite undistorted vision of so long ago, whose words have been stolen and turned misleadingly to the nature of belief.
Please, do not be offended.
If belief in God contributed to anything other than where we are, it's fruits would be evident to see. Many are those who believe in God and easily take the life of another man.
‘Unless a man dies to what he is, he will never be in any position to build a new society’. For what he is is what he was, and what he was and is, has built this one.
He will never be in any position to love, nor know peace, never in a position to care for anything other than himself and his own. Never free from selfish interest, jealousy, possession, longing, desires, fears, pleasures and pains.
Never therefore, free.
A belief in a God is poor compensation indeed for a living relationship, with that God. You consider this impossible? Of course you do, you are full of the educated limitations of belief. Look within, do you see love? Is your inner or outer world a world of infinite beauty? Do you love your enemy, or do you seek to destroy him? Your enemy, is what you are, to your enemy.
Unseen, your enemy, is what you are, to yourself.
A problem is surely only solved on the death of the problem. Reacting against the problem merely provides a continuity of the problem, for that which is resisted against, resists back. And the two are held in perpetual relationship within a divided house. The problem and the solution, in continuous battle. Division is never an approach which can bring our lives to peace. Division is the ground of all conflict. And we, are that ground.
The human mind can only have an insight into any problem if it is capable of listening to the problem. The answer to the problem will be found in the problem itself, not in any solution brought to the problem seeking an oppositional state to that which the problem brings. Listening, demands that I am silent in my observation, here, the problem must speak to me.
We must meet the problem. Understand the problem.
If my actions are based on fear, self-defence, or desire for future change I am incapable of meeting the problem, and so incapable of coming to any understanding of it. My inner nature, eager for solution, is distorting any ability to see and so corrupting my actions.
We are irresponsible when we think we know how to deal with the problems of this world, which are the problems of our lives, of our inability after so many centuries to live at peace with each other, of our inability to care for and love each other. If we knew already, would our lives not be different than they are today?
Realising this absolute fact, is there any possibility that we might collectively come to realise how impotent we truly are? In such impotence, need we not stop acting? A confused mind in action can only proliferate its own confusion. Is there any possibility that we might stop acting from knowledge seeking solution and watch the problem itself, that we may begin to learn from it?
Knowledge is the past. To act from the past to solve a living present problem is never going to be effective. The crisis is new. Can we suspend our knowledge and look at the many problems we face this day, growing day by day, without responding from the past which is responding from knowledge, seeking a solution? Can we allow ourselves free access to the crisis of our world, which is the crisis of our lives, without seeking to solve any of it?
Crisis has been continuous to our race; in the past five thousand years we have endured fifteen thousand wars. This would not be our sad history if we possessed knowledge capable of the solution of such problems. Were you awake to this fact other than in words, it would break your heart open. As it has broken the man's heart writing these words, countless times.
This broken heart is what now speaks to you. None of these words are 'ideas'.
Put down what you divisively think, begin to question, bring your life to vision, you will come to see, this is so. Truth is the same for every man, and this is the greatest beauty of truth. Truth unites us all, where ideas, arising from knowledge, only divide. Words are only pointers, walk to where they point.
Be a unifying factor in the revolution of human consciousness. Cease to live dividedly.
We need a new approach. A different approach than the divisive approach of past knowledge fragmenting our energies, our actions and our lives. An approach capable of ending all our problems is required. All problems are related and born in thought, the birth place of our every action. And such an approach is only possible through the putting down, and so the absolute negation of all approaches which have adequately shown their incompetence and so only continue to feed the problem. An approach of negation, rather than of positive action. A negation of everything you find security living in today which divides your life from another. A negation of what you are, rooted in knowledge of what you are, which is thought.
Die to the past, to be born anew.
Wealth, ideologies, beliefs, politics, nationalism, your very sense of divided self, societally instilled, unquestioned and carried throughout life.
The society we live within, which is a part of what we are, is a divisive, limited and so conflict causing pattern of life. Our lives are the same, only on a smaller scale. Society reflects our consciousness. This divisive pattern is what drives our actions seeking solutions. And so proliferates our problems. This is our divisive knowledge. The birthplace of all division between us is no adequate tool to bring our lives together. Our knowledge must divide us for no one shares the same past, and no one correspondingly, acting from knowledge, which is thinking, sees or pursues the same solutions. We need to stop moving, to see the world as it is.
It is time we end all divisive action. It is time we cease to divisively progress. It is time we cease to consider we are competent to change our lives. It is time to face facts.
It is time, we come to see the problem is what we are.
CHANGING THE LOCKS
Forever it seems we have defended each other, from each other. If this world of human society has evolved at all, it has evolved tribally, one group of people against another, which is one man against another. We have always viewed our lives as divided based on geographical location born, wealth born into, nature of civilisation, colour of skin, belief or political system. And all manner of other superficialities which defile the underlying fact that we are one people.
And so we have always seen a need to defend ourselves from each other. And so we have always attacked each other. We have always armed against each other, in word, in deed, in action. In the name of righteousness, in the name of care, in the name of health, justice, betterment and love. This arming against each other runs through our brains and is a lot more proliferated in our society, which is relationship between human being’s, than meets the eye on first glance.
This defence and attack runs through the veins of every breath every one of us takes. It is found in the nature of passwords we use on email accounts, in the nature of pin numbers on bank cards, in the nature of security guards guarding businesses day and night, bodyguards for the rich gates of palaces and mansions and locks placed on every home.
It is in the nature of what makes our minds, and so our world, tick.
The illusion of wealth found in the human invented system of money.
Money does not grow on trees. (It is printed out of thin air actually), but is in scarcer supply for most than if it did grow on trees.
We lock down and divide from each other in the nature of politics, monarchy, rules and regulations, court systems, weapons manufacturers, and profit. Every aspect of the societal lives we have built and live within owe a certain level of their existence, to the fact that we are divided people. And divisions are to live tribally. And so our lives have never been free, for what can be free which needs eternally guarded?
We don’t know the meaning of the word 'free'. We don’t know it’s breath, it’s taste. The delightful kiss of its lips. The societal categorisation of each of us beginning in birth name, verified by birth certificate and identity card, is a system of membership to a pattern of tribalism installed onto the lives of all without choice. The ground of competition and the bloody violence of war, is what we are.
It’s what we have always been.
No one is free. We are tied down and limited to our borders through every act and in every area of life. We are committed to a partner and that commitment is bound and sealed by a contract verifying our eternal and undying love never dares venture from the boundaries of the contractual arrangement. Can love exist in a world of such chains? Recognition of this fact is perhaps why these contracts, so easily entered into, are also easily quick to be broken.
Our passports define the strictly measured area of our world we belong to, our religions define the strictly measured and so limited area of our understanding of the sacred, our work defines our bounded meaning and repeated pattern of engagement in benefit to society, our ambitions define our hopes and dreams and the nature of our past defines the continuity of all these cages and a billion more into a perpetual self perpetuating future.
We are not free people. We live tribally. These tribes may be large or small, as in the case of nation or religion, may be more or less brutal in the seeking of their domination over others for all territory, physical, spiritual or otherwise. Tribes are groups of people and groups of people are divided between and within themselves. For these groups consist of named individuals who also see themselves as divided from another. Contracts may be written between these perceived divisions, guarantees assured. But the very nature of a contract being required in the first place is a guarantee itself that we begin from the outset from a tribal mind. We have divided. Down to the level of every one. And what is divided from you, cannot be trusted. It can have its own motivations.
We battle for the best job, for the highest reward, which are the largest coins or the biggest prize. We battle for the highest position. We battle for the proliferation of my or our ideologies, my or our beliefs, my or our domination. Has this world ever lived on any other ground than this?
And we talk about love.
We actually have the god damned audacity to talk about love.
And to believe we understand a single thing about the sacred. The only thing we can honestly state about our understanding of the sacred is that we have no understanding at all.
Our race is damned. I wish it were not so, for I belong to this race, I wish I was some alien observer seeing this dark unfolding thing, detached, unconcerned, interested in the certain destruction which must follow such insane living, but I am of this insane race, its blood courses through my veins and its heartbeat is in the measure of my own.
For decades I have listened to politicians demanding the raising of funds for weapons of war. Today I see why. But war is not bought and fought only on the battlefield, and does not wound in only the dropping of cluster bombs and the shooting of nuclear tipped missiles. War is in words spoken, in looks given, in daily conflicts between contracted members of love. The human race is the war race. And always has it been so. The war race which talks incessantly of peace and love.
How can we talk of love, how can we build institutions naming themselves 'religious', why do we even bother to investigate 'medicine', seeking to lengthen our time span here for even one day, when our whole world, our every life, is so hell bent on the destruction of another? Is it we think we will be the last one standing? We won’t. Because to every other, we are the other. As we plan for war against them in our every breath, many more, plan their wars against us. The nature of numbers has always been that one is the most isolated of all groups. One nation, one religion, one ideology, one class structure, one people, one so named 'individual' person.
There is no such thing as an 'individual' person. How can there be when we all behave in the exact same manner? The word 'individual' carries an etymological meaning of 'indivisible', and how can we claim to be indivisible when every step we take in life, is a step swinging a battle axe cleaving manically into the hearts of all? And all are the same as I, and so we cleave that battle axe into our own hearts and this is the accepted purpose and meaning of our lives. It is the purpose of the tribe.
And we are as tribally functioning within our own minds and hearts towards our own lives as we are to any other. For here, (inwardly we call it), in the 'psychological' realm, in the hidden corridors of memory whispered in every inner word, in the automated movement of every inner image, in the division between the thinker and the thought, here, 'inwardly', lives that which we wish to continue. We fear death and build images of God, and pray eternally to be permitted eternal existence in an afterlife.
We seek to continue the train wrecks of our broken existences forever.
In continuity we believe we will improve on our miserable lot. We will become loving, caring, granting freedom to the lives of others we are so denied for ourselves as we deny theirs. Black lives will matter. Cancer will be cured. Needles in arms will bring an end to all disease. War will bring peace. Contracts will ensure love continues forever. Order will come from justice systems. And politicians will build a fair world for everyone hand in hand with self interested businessmen. Its coming.
After all, we are building back better.
We cry when we suffer, we fear our demise, we fear when we love and we love when we lie. We stab and we tear at life clawing our way through the desperation of it all, always seeking to reach a future destination point, yes, war exists, but battle long enough, we shall be the victors and a peaceful sun will once more arise.
We never seem to see that we are the other. We never see that their security is ours. We imagine we can dominate, slaughter, profit from, dictate over, defile, stand upon and lord over. And it will have all no effect on our own lives. We imagine we can live on an isolated small piece of ground as every other land mass surrounding it burns to the ground, and that we will remain safe. Just keep me safe, only me. As long as I survive, to continue.
The world, can go to hell.
For continuity of self is our only desire. And continuity is an isolated existence for it is built from the past and no one has the same past they build from.
Continuing name, continuing desires, continuing pleasures, groups, nations, politics, religions, organisations, relationships, beliefs, contracts, wars, divisions, my life against yours in constant perpetuity.
What noble pursuits we hold.
And we do this all in the name of love. The love of our beliefs, the love of our God, the love of our partner, the love of our nation, the love of our religion, the love of our family, the love of our life.
What a loving race of people we are.
Our love limits and binds, locking our door shut against all others doing the same, closing different doors against each other until we lose all meaning of the word space and periodically changing all the locks, to ensure no one undesirable can ever enter. We are a lost race. Lost behind our own closed doors locked so tightly we might never be found behind them.
And being so lost, we are frantically seeking the right path to lead our lives to safety. Build more walls, more weapons to kill the other faster, doing the same, reduce the population in imaginary illusion that less people in the world will provide the benefit for my isolated, closed in existence to breathe more freely. Believe more, believe harder, love God with every cell of your broken diseased body and with every movement of your corrupted divided and crippled mind.
We really should rename our race, change it from 'humanity', which carries a shared connotation of decency, fairness, growth and culture. We should find a more suitable name than this. But like all else in the life of man, the word rarely represents the nature of what lies behind. Our tongues now spew out lies as large in number as the number our lives have become. And the number of locked doors we isolate behind.
The politician will bring order, the doctor will bring health, religions will bring love and peace, courts will bring justice, money will bring wealth, pleasure will lead to happiness and possessions will lead to substance. And when living like this, as we do, and if you don’t see this, I make no apologies for your blindness, our answer is to better it all in time. Build back fucking better. Pardon the French in the last sentence. A requirement for deep emphasis was urgently and immediately felt.
Build back better. Better injustice, build back better wars, build back better contracts, build back better religion, build back better mundane tortuous continuity, build back better meaninglessness, build back better unfairness, build back better armies, build back better inequality of life, build back better walls, build back better in continuity of turning everything sacred and natural to life into the artificial. As the natural lays bleeding and dying forlorn, in the name of eternal 'progress'.
Artificial food, artificial people, artificial sex, artificial needs, artificial responses to an artificial climate change, artificial wealth, artificial politicians, artificial pandemics, artificial cures, artificial love, artificial medicines, artificial God, artificial life, leading to an artificial death.
Humanity. The artificial race.
We deceive ourselves. Because we live in our locked rooms fascinated by the Van Gough and Picasso's we hang on our inner walls and we imagine these provide our security. We never even look out the window, not even to wave to another. And from these locked rooms, perhaps even hermetically sealed against any other ears, we plan how to continue our chains of bondage into infinity. How to progress, how to improve, how to reach the desired destination, when our sorrowful lives 'lived' will at last come to meet completion. When our tribe will be the last one standing, in possession of all, holding all the keys to all the doors, masters of all.
What we continue, comes from what we have been. And what we have been itself, is a continuity of what came before that. And so in all of history, we have trod the same path, passionate and convinced in our illusions that we have 'progressed'.
For that which is so lost in the outer movement of 'progress', forever 'becoming', forever 'achieving', forever 'modifying', forever 'building', then destroying, forever closing doors in others faces, forever building walls, is that in most need of ending.
Progress is continuity of what came before. Perhaps a noble pursuit if what came before were a fragranced bed of roses. Or a passionate lovers kiss. Not so noble when we live as we have always lived.
Who carries love for the life of another in this world in even equal measure to their own? I hear politicians and the rich always talking about fairness and equality, I hear religions talking of love, I hear medicine cares for our health and I hear you when you say, you hold love in your heart for me. Whoever you are and whatever your motivation for saying this. Or not. If not, only then can I receive you.
Behind the politician lives his self-interest, always seeking reward. Behind the church, the same, the richest organisations in this world are given the title of 'religion'. And we give them what they ask for, which is what they truly love, for they, are the gatekeepers to heaven. And God must be pleased with our faith. And so contented by our contributions.
Behind the medicines we now have accepted, (oil derivatives), again we find this eternal seeking of 'wealth'. And too often, far too often, behind your love for me lies a fear lurking in inner unseen shadows to stand alone in life, a desire to possess my life to fill the hole of your own inner emptiness and so an eternal need to limit and encage my life. To limit my life, once free, to be 'yours'. We turn another into a possession, and name this love.
These are all motivations, otherwise why are they even there? Why? I write these words for the sake of writing these words, I have asked for nothing from you. I don’t care if you give me a thumbs up or a thumbs down on some data gathering profit driven social media platform, a love heart or a vomit. I do my thing. I have no need of you. Need, is not love. If I play the guitar, I play it for the love of playing that guitar, I do not ask nor need to be appreciated by you. I do not ask for your coin, your applause, or your worship. If I love you, I love you unreservedly. I ask for nothing in return. I ask not that you behave in any way, I ask not that you love me back. I don’t care. If I did, I would bring fear into my life.
And fear, would destroy all love.
Continuity demands continuity. And what is it that is continuing? An overflowing vessel holding the meaning of all life and death? Great wisdom? Undeniable insight? Passion without measure? Peace beyond all understanding? A depth of relationship which nourishes the soul and fuels the heart?
It is not continuity in any form that is going to lead our race to anywhere than its certain destruction. Call me a fool, and I may be, so call me a fool, shout it out with all your might, but you may also be one, so best question first, even a little.
For the responsibility of our lives this day is vast.
It is ending we need to meet.
It is in the ending of war we find peace, not in the slaying of the 'opponent'. Which is ourself. It is in the ending of building bombs we find the negation of future wars. It is in the ending of the continuity of our belief in God that we hold any potential of meeting the sacred quality of life. It is in the ending of what we name love that we cease to place another’s life in chains, and so perhaps move closer to the actual nature of what love actually is. It is in the ending of progress we arrive. And it is in the ending of the continuity of our pasts that we are reborn to meet this day anew. In the ending of our progress, we might even, at last, come to meet for the first time, the majesty of where we are.
It is so, regardless of what you think. Regardless of what I think. Ending, is where the joy in life is found. Death, is the birth of life. A baby born is the death of a foetus. An adult grown into is the death of a child. Old age is the death of youth. The ending of our political systems is the death of the chaos they bring to our lives. The ending of the monetary system is the death of the slavery to an illusion. The ending of our medical system is the death of an imposter. The ending of the billionaire and wealth divide is the ending of immoral immeasurable selfish unfairness. The ending of religious belief is the ending of a life lived forever under an oppressive authority in an area in which any authority is the very denial of that which it professes to hold.
When something, (anything), ends, there is a new beginning. When a door closes, another room has been entered into. When fear ends, (fear disguised as love), love may be found. When my need for you ends, I might find you. When my desire for wealth ends, I might find the truest of all wealth. When my continuity ends, I might even come to find eternal life.
Eternal life is not perpetual continuity of so meaningless an existence. Eternal life, is found in the ending of all continuity. Eternity is not measured in time, it is found in the timeless. The timeless can never be becoming. This is not to say that continuity might not exist. But as it travels, it ends. And this is the nature of love. Always new, never old. Always dying, and so free from all fear. Our love is one of attachment. And attachment belongs to continuity. I can never love you, if I need you. For then fear is present in my heart, and how can a heart living in fear be in possession of love?
Brutal sounding perhaps these words have been. Not every song comes in pleasing melody to the ears. These words are a small action of a man representing all of humanity today, who has as much right to speak as every and any lying politician, as every self-interested business man. As anyone with a voice, and there are so many, so allow these words their space.
I cannot say I do not love you all. You men of power included, so destructive to life. I may cry at your complete lack of understanding of the wrong turn you repeatedly take in your desire for continuity of that which needs end. I may cry at your repeated attempts to build it all back better, never realising it is the seeking of building it all better, which has made it all worse. I may cry at your blindness, stupidity, childishness and immaturity, at your selfish natures of so much outer display and so very little inner substance. But I do not and cannot condemn you. Though you may even come to slay my life as you have slain so many others, now and throughout all of time, in the name of the good, in the name of love, in the name of my concern, I do not and cannot ever condemn you.
As a tree being cut down may leave the sweetest of perfumes on the axe, your betrayal to natures intention for life will not destroy my love for you. You do not hold such power over life. You simply have no eyes to see the effect of your actions on the whole of life, of which I, and all is a part. You are blind and I cannot come to condemn a blind man. Your eyes are tribal and self-interested in nature and your security has been found in demonic self interested continuity of that which needs to end.
The ending of this society is the birth of something else. I doubt it will happen. Though I can never stop shouting. Until my last breath, I will shout. It is an ending we need meet. Building back better is a continuity. And continuities are at best tiring and at worst a living hell. Continuity births decay.
No one wants to end. No one wants to end the little tribal arrangement they find security living in. No one wants to let go of their belief, their God, their nation, their gun or their item of love which possessively covers their fear. And without letting go of all of this, which is what has led us here, how can we ever find anything new? The new is not in continuity, the new is in ending. This is the benediction of life. We will be found only when we are no longer lost, and we will find life, only by passing through death.
And no one seems interested in any of this.
All only seek to continue. And to improve. To improve upon that which needs to end.
Stop changing the locks and hiding the keys. Pull out the locks and leave the door open. Tear down the walls and walk outside. Love does not exist in the locked rooms built to protect the continuity of our lives against all others. Nor in any continuity, love has no need for continuity. This is what makes love eternal.
In the selfish possession of nothing at all, the receiving of all, can only be found.
And this receptivity is love.
PLACE NO FALSE IMAGE BEFORE THE MIND OF GOD
One more blank screen. One more blank mind. One more new day. No, this is wrong, the new can never be one more. The new has never been before, will never be again. So, no 'one more’s' for anything 'new'.
One more unfolding of words. One more attempting to capture the impossible to capture. One more meandering twisting path which carries potential to lead no one to nowhere.
The most delightful of all places which never did exist.
Thought is so meaningful to our lives and simultaneously so pointless. Without it, we could not even know who we are. But with it, we are lost to who we truly are. Without it we could not make our way home. But with it, we have lost our eternal home. Without it, we could never find words to communicate to another. But with it, we have lost the depth of all relationship. With it we are learned and empowered, self-seeking and driven. Without it, we are divine, selfless and love itself.
Thought is words and words have power but words are powerless to the power of none. An empty canvas can take any colour, a canvas employed is a canvas already limited. No matter the beauty captured by the artist’s eye. And some paintings are so beautiful, they can make your heart stop.
But never, your mind.
The human mind is words, and words are the human mind. How poverty stricken is our race, to come to the understanding of life, of the centre of one’s very being, as being nothing other than a stream of words interlaced with bubbling up images? We look at the face of another, and we see a word. And behind this word, these restless images of time rise up, adding further information than the word can carry. For a picture paints a thousand words.
There can be great beauty found in words, pen placed in the right hands. Expressive, emotive, words can convey. But they can never capture what needs be conveyed. Their intention may be strong, but a link of any value is so difficult to forge.
I know of a wise man now gone from this world of over appreciated symbols, a man who travelled this earth for over sixty years, a lifetime, talking words. Words not of wisdom, for wisdom, is not found in words. Wisdom, is found in listening, and to be truly listening, you must be absent of words.
This man spoke from his heart of things of the mind. He spoke of journeying beyond words, to see what mystery might be found. To journey beyond words. A paradox to be certain, for many a man, whose life existence and meaning, itself, is only to be found in words.
His wish was ultimately unfulfilled; his wish had been to bring the lives of all of humanity to an unquenchable joy. As his own, had been lived. But ears could not listen beyond the inner play of words so deafening to ever permit any space for silence. Yet despite this noble task remaining unfulfilled, he carried with him no disappointment. Not a glimmer of despair. He kept on talking, until no words were any longer there. Some asked him, why do you talk? His answer was simple, a question returned, 'why does the bird sing'?
A life of great meaning finds great meaning in its life. Not in seeking a reward or avoiding a punishment which may or may not arise from actions considered, from doing one thing, for the sake of another.
If you saw that life lived by all was life lived always walking in a wrong direction, would you not wish to turn them all around? Or rather, for they themselves to see the wrong direction travelled, and turn around by themselves?
We live on words. And words can have their own beauty. Words have their own life; they breathe their every breath inside of us.
How many words in only one day might you think the totality of humanity talks inwardly? In the area we communally call mind? That restless flow of words and images, and words, are images, how many flow through you every day? Would you like to count? You will be as occupied with numbers as you are now with words.
Life for us, life which is us, are words.
We look to the sky and we see the word 'sky'. We look to the mountain and we see the word 'mountain', and perhaps a name. We look into another’s eyes, and as beautiful as those eyes might be, as piercing a colour of deep blue on the most pleasant of the loveliest, most well proportioned of faces ever to exist, our vision is clouded by a name and many memories of times past and events no longer there. Other than in the inner nature of the human mind. In the inner nature of what we are. Memories. Words, images.
Whispering from the past.
All this is knowledge. And knowledge is words. As useful to our lives as holding such linguistic capacity ultimately is, to work, to talk, to communicate, to drive, to direct, to find one’s way home. This has torn us from the most meaningful and most magnificent of all. And the understanding of this becomes a heart wrenching tragedy for any man blessed or cursed enough to come to witness.
Words fill our minds, occupying every corner, until no space remains, if the mind were a classroom whiteboard, then words have turned the colour white now to black, and if to be considered useful, the colour of the words written on the board must likewise change from black to white.
Words are where we all find meaning, words are powerful. 'Safe and effective', is more assuring than 'experimental and potentially highly dangerous'. 'We are here to build back better', sounds more appealing than 'we care nothing for you and are looking after our own divisive self - interest only'.
But finding meaning in words, we take them at face value. We know, for the words have been spoken. The message has been received. But the words can conceal a hidden selfish intent and so words may hold danger where true meaning holds none. We rest our understanding of life, in words. Until the truth of deception is laid bare, and our sense of security we derived from the words of another’s lies broken in shards on the ground and our hearts lay broken and bleeding. And we wonder why this world has been so deceptive.
When the deception has been ours.
For the deception was the word. And we, were never one thing, other than this, we were always the word. What you do to others, you do to yourself. For the others are words, and your life belongs to the same captured symbology and the same total lack of any true meaning.
Never make the mistake to think I am attacking anyone. Not you, nor the pandemic nor the Great Reset. Never do that. All are blameless as all are guilty, for we have come to find our security where there is none. Each and every one of us. We have come to find our security in words. And these words are destroying us, as all words divide, leading us into deeper illusion, providing meaning where there is none, and turning our backs on the only meaning ever to be found. If one is guilty, all are guilty. If one is blameless, all are so.
Turn around, turn around, turn around, I pray you to. I beg you to. I plead you to. On my knees with tears streaming down my face. Now. Right this very moment. Turn around. Stop travelling. At least, stop travelling. And begin to look around. Look at where you are.
The words of the Church and Temple have captured our minds. We have God and we have belief. The words of the politician have become our security. The words of the media have become our understanding of life. And the words ‘I am’ have become our understanding of what ‘I am’. ‘You are’ applies to another ‘I am’, from an opposing view. Divisions are the ground of all conflict.
Words can carry meaning, but words cannot deliver meaning. For the words travelling through the ether, are met, by another group of words. Two minds in discussion, are two movements of words. Two babbling brooks of inner chatter unheard by one other. Words give rise to identity, and identity gives rise to our sense of 'self'. And our sense of self divides us all, one from another. For words, are divisive. The word 'cloud' separates the white fluffy mass from the word 'sky'. The word 'grass', from the word 'flower', the word 'flower', from the word 'bee'. And so, we have lost the unity behind life living on words as we do.
The flower, could not exist without the bee. 'Flowerbee' could here be a new word marrying both, which may truly be one. Because the bee needs the flower as the flower needs the bee, to even exist. And so the bee might come to be seen as a flying part of the flower. So inextricably linked are these two in nature, they might be considered one. A 'flowerbee'. What a different existence we might come to meet, if our lives were not translating the world in which we exist continually, into words. What a different dimension we might come to find. Might that dimension be love? We live continually dividing the indivisible into smaller and smaller components. enjoying the intricacy we have found by losing sight of the whole.
Continually measuring the infinite is a pointless and stupid task.
If we could, for even a moment, glimpse behind this symbolic wall being eternally built within, we might come to see that all of life and death, is truly one movement. And this vision, may be why that wise man aforementioned talked about what he talked about for over sixty years, like a bird, singing his song. He saw the nature of life, behind words. He sought to turn humanity around. To see where we are as of greater importance than where we have been, or where we may be going.
The unity of life can never be measured in words. For life is measureless and words divide. The unity of life is one. One song. One dance. One mind. The mind of God. God is not found in belief. For beliefs are the nature of words married together into beliefs, beliefs divide, as words divide. And God is a land of no division. God, is not a word. God is life. But not, the word 'life'. Nor the word 'God'.
God is complete, and what is complete, has no division, as words have only this. The complete is the whole, and so the complete is the 'holy'. The divine, the dancer of joy. This dancer, is indivisible from the dance itself.
I do not like the word 'God' much because this word has been so abused. It has come to represent an image within images, and an image is not God. But for whatever reason, I find comfort in using the word here at this moment. It seems right at the moment, when often, it seems so wrong.
God is, and God is love because love is a quality of the complete. Of the whole, and so of the holy. When all is seen as one, the most intense of passions is the ground of this 'one'. It cares, it cares so much, for every little part of itself, for without even that one little part, it would lose its completion and no longer be one. It is the builder of all things, including the source of all life. It is the destroyer of all things, including the death of all life, for it seeks the eternal delight of its creation, and what could ever be more delightful, than ending the old play and beginning the new? And what can end, other than in meeting its death? God is playful, as joy, is playful, and the individual seemingly separate existences it manifests from itself, are its play. This is your life, but not, your life of words.
This is the Flowerbee. As it petals and flies.
Whatever drove our lives into the conceptual? Whatever made us value a translation of life in greater measure than life itself? This has been our fall from grace. Words recognise, and recognition is of the past, and the past is knowledge, and knowledge removed us from Eden. You cannot recognise the new. It has never been before, and so for this quality of creation, there is no word. For the sacred, there is no word. For God, there is no word. For love there is no word, for life there is no word, for death there is no word, and beauty, is not found in the word 'beauty'.
And this is mankind’s eternal puzzle, as old as mankind himself. To awaken to the Garden of life, to live in and as a part of God, not to 'believe' in God, but to dance with and be a part of the joy of creation, to live as the quality of the sacred. A sacred we this day live divided from, on our knees in worship, on our knees to knowledge, on our knees, to words.
Blind to life. Blind to God. Blind to all, but words.
Look to nature. This, is a word for the playful mind of God. Look to your own mind, this is a word for the sleeping lost existence of humanity. Drunk on words. And the two, can never meet.
How can the past meet the present? How can the symbol be breathed into life? How can the living be forged from the dead memories of the past?
Words give us our meaning, our sense of identity. I, am an 'important' man. Others, call me 'excellency'. I am an important word. Not many are gifted the title of 'excellency', or 'highness', but we are all gifted words, we are all identified by a name. And words divide, as names divide and so we are all divided from the only thing of any importance. Life, holds this importance. Words, the descriptors, can never capture that to which they can only point.
Does a signpost hold within itself the streets and buildings of the city? Do the words ‘I love you’ carry the depth of passion I feel for you which stirs my very soul? We, despite what we might think in added words, are not, alive. And this fact is related to all gone and going wrong with our race. This day, and every other day. There is no other day, there is only, this day. And this day is so full of words. And so lacking in any meaning.
That meaning will only be found with the birth of religion. Not the word 'religion', not the continuity of what passes this day as 'religion'. Present for thousands of years having changed the heart of not one single man. But in coming to the true meaning of this word, 'religion', beyond the word. In meeting life without the word. In meeting life, in silence.
We live on a bed of symbols and we live and die as symbols. And so we never live nor die. We live a symbolic life and die a symbolic death. We are held in a captivated repetitive motion of meaningless stupidity. Drunk, on words, as we are. Titles, positions, concepts galore. We are happy indeed to become something in life, this provides to our life meaning, power, domination over the lives of others. 'I am an important man'. Our word is weighted more heavily than theirs. But a word, is a word, is a word. A noise. Letters. And surrounding the noise, patiently waits the deafening sound of infinite silence.
The true place of beauty in life remains eternally unnoticed by all.
And so love, remains forever lost. We have the word. We have lost its destination. Because love is found only in completion, only in God, only on the death of knowledge, only, on the ending of all words. Place no false image before the mind of God. You will see only the image. God, will remain ever obscured from view. For all the words you can conceive of in a lifetime, they will never lead you to the meaning found only in silence. Found only in seeing life as it is. For this to happen, there can be no inner movement of words.
Words recognise and give meaning to where there is none. The meaning of the past is no meaning at all. The past has died. The past is over. Let the past die. The past is the word. The past is knowledge, told in words. let it all fall. Give back to God what belongs to God. If God places no value in the past or future, of what concern is it to you to value these on your travels?
Have you ever longed for something or someone with all your heart? Have you ever felt so passionate for another’s embrace, or for any other desire that you felt you might explode with such inner trembling, an energy running in deep hidden rivers of passionate longing? Has anything or anyone ever brought such undeniable interest to your life? That to live without this thing, or more likely, this person, is to live in eternal incompletion, and to live in eternal incompletion, is to live eternally damned. Better to die, it seems, than to live in such eternal sorrow.
Can you find such a passion for the loss of love in your life? Can you find such a passion, for the loss of your connection to God? To life, to the Universe? The word does not matter, for what lies behind the word, is never related to the word.
Would you give your life for another life? Your life today is this life of words. Would you walk away from this through a dark forest, unknowing of what you may find? Unknowing of what lies beyond?
Listen within, be certain I am no painter of a picture painted which misrepresents the scene. This is what you are, words. You think you have found God? You have found the word God. You think you have love? You have the word love. You think you have life? Your life, is built upon words. You are a collector of maps without ever taking one step forwards, who has imagined they have travelled the world.
Words are the known, the known is knowledge, knowledge removed us from Eden. We ate from the fruit of knowledge of good and evil. And we were removed from the garden of life. We have found our sustenance from this tree. It still grows, and we are still feasting.
And we are still outcasts to this garden of life.
The gate to the Garden of Eden is protected with dual flaming swords, and for good reason. For to pass through this gate you must lay down your life and die. You must die to all you find security in this day. Your beliefs, your desires, your titles, your sense of self-importance, your sense of what you are itself. You must die to your self.
You must give your wealth to the poor and your homes to the homeless, for you walk naked into the arms of death, or you walk not into death at all. All must fall and die at the hands of these flaming swords. So travel light, that your burden of loss may be small. You cannot pass through this gate without meeting death. You must suffer the death of the word, which is the death of what you are this day, to kiss the lips of the eternal.
To kiss the lips of life you must walk in hand in hand with death.
With a smile on your face.
No man can lead you here, as no artist can take you to a mountain painted through brush strokes. And you can never enter either, for where 'you' are, life is not found, and where life is found, 'you' can never be.
Look carefully. At what? At all. At what is and at what is not. Bring the passion to this impossible task as you might bring passion to the arms of a passionate lover. And multiply the passions felt in the most passionate embrace you have ever felt in the arms of any lover by an uncountable number. Find such passion.
For beauty can never exist without such passion.
We are a lost race. And we can never be found until we see where we are. And to understand where we are, we must look around. Stop travelling to destinations pointed to by previous signs which we have not yet been questioned nor arrived at. Perhaps, the direction the pointed in, was wrong. Perhaps, we walk aimlessly.
Begin questioning the value of every sign you carry, which has led us collectively here. Which has led us to who we are. What we are. A collection of words. Memories, and images.
And here, is where we find our life meaning. A meaningless meaning in images, beliefs and words. Valuing the valueless. Ignoring the most valuable.
Over an hour has past now and again this blank screen has become one of many words.
Here, they end.
PUTTING SEX IN IT'S RIGHT PLACE
You ever been in love? You ever been heartbroken? The two, may be related. You ever grown tired of a love you once felt, or ever felt the pain of another turning their back on the love they once felt for you? Have you ever known the drunken pleasures of falling in love, only to find your mind bedevilled later in feelings of jealousy or limited by the chain like constraints of undesired possession by another, limiting to your life?
Human love is many things and holds many things. Attraction, sexual desire, admiration of beauty, the satisfaction of possession, the connection of like minds and hearts, the attraction of the opposites. 'My' woman, 'my' girl, 'my' man, 'my' boy. 'My', 'my', 'my'. The sting in the tail of attraction is it can fade in time, and what was once thought of as the ultimate pinnacle of desire, can become something rather less enticing to the heart. Sexual fulfilment is something most every human being seeks. And seeks to repeat throughout life, until time, age or death, negates the possibility. You ever wonder why? Is this a strange question?
Like a lot in our life, sexual fulfilment, is a most often a repetition of pleasure from a past memory and a societal conditioning. In part. But there is something about the action of sex, which goes unnoticed. The attraction of this is beyond physical in nature, there is an element of spirituality here.
Here, the traditionally religiously minded will surely raise their eyebrows in contempt. What possibly, could the sexual act have to do with the stirring of the soul? Listen carefully, watch carefully, the next time your heart draws your actions to the person of your desires. The initial pull is from memory. This is desire. Desire arises from pleasure previously met, you cannot desire, what you do not know.
The seeking of a previous action which brought great pleasure to the mind previously, or has been fantasied over as a wished for happening. What about sex, brings this deep sense of pleasure, demanding periodic continuous repetition? We are not judging sex, we are not saying it is right or wrong. We are exploring a common activity to likely all of humanity.
We are exploring sex.
The sensation of touch, the mutual caress, the entwine of two becoming one, the intoxication of the emotions stimulated through the touch of another. And through touching another. The gradual build of intense inner passion leading to an orgasmic explosion of delight in each others arms.
Then it’s over. And the feeling has greatly changed. But the seeds of the experience have been stored in memory and memory remembers and in time the desire for the repetition of the same delights returns.
There is another issue with sex which you may not have noticed. It changes consciousness temporarily for the duration of those moments of delight. More on that later.
Human consciousness is an affair of occupation. Constant chattering, constantly changing imagery, centred around a concept of self. Human consciousness is greatly an ongoing inner reflection of the outer world and experiences we have travelled in our recent past. But all past is the nature of human consciousness, for human consciousness is nothing other than memory.
Human consciousness can become a rather burdening experience for so many. Life can be brutal and all is memorised, a patterned approach to life set in stone thanks to twelve years of schooling, when all of humanity is brainwashed into memorisation as the accurate functional approach to life of the brain. And as life can be brutal, conflicted, painful and bringing tears, such memories are as equally stored and equally rise by this inner scholastically set pattern of living in memory as any other.
Next, we have the issue of the observer of thought within human consciousness, the 'self', the 'ego', the 'me', 'myself' and 'I'. This is a central dominating feature of consciousness. The self lives and is accepted to be the creator of this inner world which encapsulates him (or her). The thinker of thoughts. An external contributor to thought, an organiser within all field of thinking, all field of knowledge, all field of memory, all field of the past.
The world of thinking is a reflection of the outside world. And the outside world is a reflection of the inner world. The inner world of thinking has gained its structure and its content, which are the same thing, from the outside world. And this inner structure builds the outer world in its continuity, for we all act on thinking and so our actions repetitively and automatically lead our lives to building our society in the nature our society built our minds. We, are responsible for this world, as much as this world is responsible for us, the whole thing is one gigantic loop. Outer to inner, inner to outer. A wave like motion. Going out. coming in.
Catholic indoctrination of a child leads to a human adult valuing a belief in God and un burdening of the weight of their souls in confession. This inner world peculiar to Catholic (but not only) demands the continuity of the outer world to satisfy the inner need. The inner need, which was placed there by the outer structure of Catholicism. A process ongoing now for thousands of years. And in every area of life, the same thing is happening.
Human beings demand to be led by an authority, there is a feeling of security here, that someone has control, someone is in charge, someone is ordering life. All I need do is follow that lead. This particular conditioning, of course has been arrived at through the many years of schooling in which a child is commanded to follow the dictates of the classroom teacher.
The child grows into the adult, the adult sees value in this system named education, which is actually a conformity to a mechanical repetitive pattern of life, and values a ‘good’ education for their child in high concern. The demand of the parent creates the continuity of the system and this demand was created initially by the previous continuity of the same system which placed such seeds to grow in time within the brain of the child, now an adult.
Take all and every area of life which is held in any measure of continuity and you will inevitably meet the same pattern. Individual, personal, to national, collective, religious, ideological. The outer contact creates the inner conceptualisation of the same which creates the continuing road for the outer continuity represented by the inner conceptualisation to continue.
Are you beginning to see how this works? We are this world, and so it is us which need to change, if we desire a good world. For this is not a good world, and this world is reflective of our inner consciousness.
Every action we take, we take from thinking and thinking acts from previously learned, educated and gathered experiences, and this repeats the process in inner conceptuality, which demands that that which has been inner represented is continued, giving birth to the continuity of outer which again seeds the newly arriving generation, and the whole process starts over once more. I feel dizzy.
We are always engaging in the outer world, seeking to bring order there, seeking to establish continuity, from diversities as wide as relationships and religion, as though the problems of the outer world stood on their own, independent of the mental processes which build and maintain them.
Let’s get back to Catholicism for a while, which is perhaps a strange bed partner to sex, we will come back to sex later, so don't go away. I wonder which of these words greater stimulates the independent readers of them? Which, will depend greatly on how society has greatly imprinted their value in to the brain you call yours. Later, we will reveal another interesting aspect to sex, a facet on this eternally generally repetitively continually demanded explosion of delight for all of humanity.
Catholicism has been with us a long time. Long, and many, have been the years in which this religious ideology has permeated the memory cells of the human brain. This ideology has evolved and the nature of its impact on the outer world has evolved as it has evolved. It remains in its process of evolution, which is a movement on the ground of continuity. Today, this ordering is seeing fit to rewrite the original ten commandments, in line with the Great Reset. Books of the Bible, it’s workshop manual have been discarded dependant on the tastes and the perceived value given by the mental processes of Popes and Emperors of years gone by.
The church no longer burns people at the stake to save their souls, protecting the sanctity of an ideology by destroying the physical sacred manifestation of life, nor does it involve itself in the persecution of heretics, nor inquisitions, (thank God), it has changed. But it is still the church, it is still considered a movement of great value and a source of virtuous meaning in the lives of so many. In the minds of so many. In the minds of people who the Church indoctrinated at a young age who now find their security in the continuity of the Church.
We are not attacking the Church; neither are we attacking sex. God forbid. We are observing. And questioning. Walking together. Like two friends, hand in hand.
Sex functions in the same way. We are not saying there should not be sex. Sex has its place. As all, has its place, other than continuities, for the sake of continuity, which have no place at all, but are held in infinity by the automated process of continuity of this psychological, physical relationship being described here. The process of living in memory denies the new quality of life, be it a meeting of religion, or sex.
Sex has been so, so, so encouraged, by western society, initially. This process has spread over the whole world. Playboy, pornography, the love scenes of so many televised movies, the semi naked models strewn across everything for sale, from car bonnets, to toothpaste. Sex sells. Sex sells, because sex is on everyone’s minds and sex is on everyone’s minds, because society put it there. And then those minds put it back again. Not only this of course, sex, is the physical action responsible for the continuity of the movement of life itself. And sex is deeply enjoyable, never more so than with a partner valued in life beyond the value of the deeply pleasurable act itself. Sex for the sake of sex may be a cheap, repetitive affair and in comparison, can be a highly unsatisfying or a fairly meaningless experience.
Our world has conditioned our mind in another way. And as in the case of all things conditioned, that conditioning manifests itself in thought which then manifests in action and structures our world. This is the greatest and most damaging of all conditionings. In your own mind, which is not your own mind, for the consciousness of humanity is shared, it is very similar between us all.
Beliefs may differ, nationalistic pride may differ, the member of the opposite sex hungered towards, or even the nature of their gender itself which pulls may differ, occupations may differ, political leanings may differ, ideas may differ, but we all hold some degree of all. And so the structure is the same, as the structure of the physical brain manifesting all this conceptualisation is the same.
The brain of humanity has been involved in a process of evolution over millions of years. If you do not believe in evolution, then think of it like this. It has been around a long time, and during that time, it has changed. Everything about life is involved in change over time. But there is one area which, although it appears to change, is more married to a process of modified continuity than to an ending of what came prior.
Change is an ending, a replacement to what came before, the old has gone, the new has arrived, and this is change. This is not the change found within human consciousness. The change within human consciousness is a constant modification of what came before, not an ending. A process of modified continuity. And the reason is deeply related to the conditioning mentioned earlier, the most damaging of all yet to be divulged.
This conditioning is the human self, and this human self is you, the person now reading these words. The thinker of thoughts, the clung to continuity of past remembered and now psychologically stored experiences, the believer in Catholicism, or any other religion, the energy which feels the desire and pleasure and pull of repetitively engaging in the act of sex.
You are movement within consciousness. You may feel as though you are divided from consciousness, this is a common phenomenon, as though thought, psychologically frequently chatters at some distance from where the observer stands. Undoubtedly you concern yourself with the organisation of thought in some way. You, are the believer, you are the one who relishes the tender touches of a lover’s body and the softness of the contact in a kiss. You are the one who feels attracted to one, and not to another, as you feel attracted to a belief and not another, as you feel a sense of patriotic pride to one nation and not to another.
Do you see how the consciousness of all humanity is one? We all stand on the same ground, what differs between us are the inner objects of our attachments, desires, pleasures and sources of pain. But we all meet attachments, desires, pleasures and pains. From King to pauper, from Pope to sinner, from President to street sleeper. The ground of humanity is human consciousness and human consciousness is one movement, divided by content, shared between all. All content arrives from memorised arising past experiences. This is where the difference in content is birthed. No one has the same past experiences.
I cannot desire a girl I have never met. I cannot worship a belief I have never heard of. I cannot vote for the member of a political party in another nation. I cannot live in continuity of a life I have not previously experienced. This is an easy way to live. To live in continuity of past may be the safest way to live. For I know the past, the present and the future are out of reach of knowledge. Knowledge is what is known, and what is known, is past. Perhaps the safest way to live and the most fraught with danger at the same time.
Living on the past as we do, as we have been societally conditioned to do, we are forever living on a ground of continuity, modifying the form of that continuity in time. This continuity joins us together in perpetual movement from past to future together, however this continuity also divides us, as we are all parts of a divisive continuing whole. Some are continuing the Catholic tradition, others the Protestant or Muslim, some the Jewish, others the Palestinian, some are British, some European, some American, some Russian, some Ukrainian. This is part of our identity, which is what we are inwardly, which shapes the world outwardly held in perpetual modified conflicting continuity. Continuity, because, although on close introspection this is a factor of unification between us all, we live on the surface of the human mind, identifying with these divisive learned concepts. Under this, the source is the same. Divisive human memory identifying as self.
In this way, we see each other as divided. And divisions, all divisions, are the required fertile ground from which all of conflict is given birth. One does not conflict; it takes at least two. The higher the number of divisions the greater the potential for conflict. The root of all divisions is in human self. Storehouse of all identifying memories, self interest and attachment. The root of all others. All are doing the same, all in a divisive fashion, one, from another. In every field of life. We are, what needs to change, if we are to ever meet a caring world.
A sobering fact, for taking only two divisions present to our race, represented by outer ideologies projected from inner conditioning fuelling those outer ideologies seeding their continuity in continual psychological conditioning are these: traditional religion and traditional national identity. Over four thousand two hundred traditional religions and one hundred and ninety-seven nations makes for a very potentially troubled world. And this is only two areas of division from the same structure of human consciousness out of likely countless. The danger in what we find security living in and as, is ushering us all into a very difficult life.
Recognisably here already, it will worsen unless we act.
There remains even through all this darkness of divided living, a glimmer of light. The cycle can be broken. We attempt this already by attacking what we consider an opposing view to our own, externally. We seek to dominate the other. This is conflict and this is war. This is the Great Reset. And this does not ever work as the bloodied divisive recorded history of all of mankind lays testimony to.
As the processes of outer society are built by inner conceptions placed there by that society seeking the eternal stability of their own divisive continuity, we can come to challenge this destructive movement of memory, which is what is in continuity, at the area of the conceptual within, which insists upon its continuity, rather than attack its manifestation without, which is that continuity manifest and what we usually engage our energies within. Society does attempt this, through coercion, dictatorship, mind control, drugs, reward and punishment. This also, has never succeeded. A subtler form of war, than war. A seeking to change by outer force upon the inner nature placed there by the outer modifying the outer in perpetual divisive continuity.
Anyone else getting a headache?
This may seem complex, and it is, but unless we can come to terms and find an action to truly impact our lives, human beings are going to be living a highly troubling conflicting life existence worsening with each heartbeat of continuity into all of eternity. Until the inevitability arrives that we succeed to progress our divisive ways out of all existence.
At least here, in cessation of existence, our conflicts and the suffering it brings will come to an end. Thank God nothing lasts forever. Continuity, one way or another, is guaranteed a destination. It's ending.
But let’s posit a potential for a miracle. Not the return of Jesus, nor divine intervention, for I hear God cannot be bothered doing for us what we can do for ourselves, and if God cannot be bothered, his son, who is one with his father must be of similar nature. No matter how complex the puzzle may appear on first glance. It is our puzzle, we are the puzzle and we are the recipients of its continuity and we are the only ones who can figure this all out.
The issue is in seeing the problem clearly. Seeing the problem freely. Seeing the problem as it is. If I cannot see the problem well, I can never resolve the problem. And the problem is me, for I am the inner nature which demands the divisive continuity of all outward divisions which lead us to war. And this demand is being fuelled by an inner nature of belief and conceptual attachments, which was put in place by those same outward continuing movements, seeking security within the continuity and proliferation of their own fragmented and so divisive outlooks on life.
I bet you are getting a headache by now. Take an aspirin, I make no apologies, for this is the problem. At least, the problem described in words. Seeing beyond descriptions brings action. Penetrating the complex is only possible by a very simple mind. One, need only look.
Where can we impact this complex issue, to free our race from these chains of continuity in time?
I am going to tell you, but you must never accept what I have to say. Or anyone else. I am going to tell you in the nature of a man who sees something, which has great value, and understands that the seeing of this great value is the quality of that value. The man is unimportant, what he sees is the important thing. You can see it too. The words describing it all are conceptual, and lead nowhere. Other than to the building of another fragment of continuity, an idea to be carried, discussed or argued over and so a contributory factor to the overall problem which needs to end.
We can impact this destructive complexity through a process of a close, dedicated, passionate, stubborn and unceasing observation of the nature of our mind. The human mind. One mind.
Divided into billions of fragments.
There is one area in particular within this inner noise of hidden silence which is of particular benefit to understand. And understanding is a process of seeing, not the acceptance of a concept recorded into word and images, to be followed. I am not an authority. I am a simple man, who is pointing out things he sees after many years of considered observation in the area he talks about. The area of human consciousness and human relationship and how this impacts our lives and the society we live within.
I feel a passion to convey this to others, for I am not a physically well man and my time remaining here may be limited. All our time is. Some more so than others. I have done better than a lot to reach my present age of sixty. I have little fear of death, a lot less than the presenting direction of continuity of our race, unless we change.
This particular area of interest I have held is what you consider yourself to be. In my case, it has been what I consider to be me. Same thing. Your ‘self’. The thinker of your thoughts. I am going to point out something, but again, the words are valueless, as useful as describing the immense beauty found from the top of a mountain to a man who has no desire to climb and see the actual view. As useful as describing the face of the most beautiful woman to a friend, without his or her ability to ever see that face himself. The description does not contain what it describes.
The thinker is the thought. Thought is the thinker.
Remove all thought, you have removed the thinker, which is why this chattering never stops, if it did, you would disappear, and you, in continuity, are what provides a sense of security to the brain. This is societal conditioning, we don’t all become great successes in life, but we all become something. A self. Nothing other than a progression of divisive images and words.
Not, very flattering is it?
This inner line of continuity manifesting in human inward self, is what we all achieve to become. Actually we are pushed into this. For this is a line of continuity society has insisted upon. A broken corrupted divisive competitive society instil its own values into its subjects. Today, the instilling of values has declined. Because human consciousness in continuity is held in a process of decay. As its mirror reflection, society is in decay. That which continues decays. It needs to end, and be reborn. Both society and consciousness. It begins with consciousness. We can do little to impact society. We can impact our mind.
Seeing that the thinker is the thought is the beginning of transformation in the human mind, and so the beginning of transformation of our outer world of our divisive suffering. This duality is conceptual and the continuity of this conceptuality can be broken through by keen awakened persistent observation. In such a way, the human mind enters a transformation, it begins to revolutionise within itself. A new structure is being born related to the truth of what has been uncovered. To do so, you must suspend all knowledge of what you think about human consciousness, and simply look. See what it is.
A new mind is needed to build a new world. A free mind is needed to build a free world. A loving mind is needed to build a loving mind. An intelligent mind is needed to build an intelligent world. None of these is possible if our lives are approached in divisive continuity of programmed self-interest. Interest, which is the very predominant nature of the self itself. That's you.
Look at thought. Just look, listen as you would listen to raindrops patter on a window. Make no effort. Pay particular attention to nothing, pay particular attention to all. For here, is where our only potential salvation lies. In the understanding of the self, which holds our outer existence in perpetual conflicted continuity.
Lets jump back between the sheets and return to the passion of sex. Perhaps more willingly discussed than such complex issues of great importance. You know why sex became such a fascination for our race? Beyond the pleasure, which is vast. Beyond the expression of the appreciation of another life sharing yours. Which may also be vast. Sex became of such importance, because for the time periods of sex, as long as short as may be depending on stamina, the thinker, the self, with all concerns, all problems, all continuity and all divisions, comes to an end. The sexual act is all consuming. Self-denying. The self is forgotten. Watch this if you doubt, next time you participate within this act in your lovers arms.
So perhaps two approaches now appear. We could engage in sexual delights enclosed in lovers embraces and steamy endeavour forever. But the pleasure soon wears off, the attraction wanes and that which was previously so mystical and magical, a longed for embrace, can become an inconsequential bore. So this isn’t the answer, as appealing as it may be in comparison to the arduous nature of self-awareness, and self-understanding of this complex inner nature of what we are. This is arduous.
Or we could bite this bullet, study, work hard, understanding the importance, through understanding how our own patterned societally educated approaches to life are what are fuelling the movements toward our own self destruction.
Put sex in its right place. Put thought in its right place also. And put your life in its right place. Meeting this world through the senses in this present moment and responding to it responsibly, which may include sex, thinking and certainly, religion. All new versions. Rather than wasting your life in divisive conceptual continuity of the old so damaging to us all.
Free from the damaging limitations of educated divisive societal conditioned conceptual time. Free, from self. Free.
life is a revelation - not an accomplishment
Have you ever been fake in your life? Ever placed an image before what you truly are?
Ever tried to impress by telling a lie?
I lived like that for years. Lost in illusions for most of my life as I have been. But none so deeper than the illusions I created to live within in my early twenties.
I had moved, a shift had occurred, in my reading interests. In early teens, I had been deeply attracted to the paranormal, to latent psychic abilities, to phenomenon such as the Philadelphia Experiment, particularly drawn to UFOs and the existence of aliens.
I joined ‘BUFORA’ (British UFO research Association) and interviewed local people who claimed to have witnessed an unidentifiable aerial phenomenon. And I became a regular attender at the local Dundee Church of the Spirit, a small basement two or three roomed apartment which felt like it belonged in the realm it claimed to represent. Here, I received healing for back pain, (it worked), and received messages repeatedly, reportedly from beyond the grave. Here I received information accurate to my young life. Saying nothing more than that.
I don’t remember exactly when, but somewhere around my late teens, early twenties, I began to have an interest in uncovering the actual order of things. How did life actually ‘work’? I sought to learn. And I made the greatest of all mistakes, I was so sadly mistaken, as so many of us are, or misled, as so many of us so tragically are, for I imagined, this was something which could be learnt from another. I imagined in all earnestness I could light my candle from the burning flame of another.
How mistaken I was, so mistaken, it took many decades to understand this absurd stupidity which seems so obvious today.
I jumped around and flirted like a restless seeking of a lovers scent I yearned for, but could never locate. It always seemed just out of reach. For a while, I read a lot, immensely actually, seeking to fill a hole inside it had never occurred to ever look at. I read Paramahansa Yogananda, Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, flirting with the eastern menu on offer. I took to Transcendental Meditation and imagined I had found Nirvana, as I repeatedly numbed my life into deeper sleep day by day.
I was greatly limited in this life search, the selection of offerings to partake within, were limited to a small esoterical/self-help corner of local bookstore. For a brief time, (very brief), I returned to the teachings of Jesus, and found comfort in his words. And yet a hunger endured.
Perhaps fate, perhaps destiny entering a wrong turn, perhaps stupidity, yes, definitely stupidity, but 'naivety' might be a more inclusive word. Regardless of the suitable enclosing adjective to describe where my feet came to stand, I found, 'the art of positive thinking'.
It arrived to me in virgin form in the nature of a book named 'The Silva Method'. I had no idea upon this picking up of this leafed volume bound in light covering in my local bookstore how it would alter the next five to ten years of my life. It would see me fly to America, meet Jose Silva himself, it would see me jointly partake in the birth of a business, now something of a global phenomenon apparently. I lay my head in shame of the strong foundation I helped to build which resulted in such a proliferation of a troublesome weed in the garden of the human mind and our shared world. But such days were ahead of me at this point, unseen, unknown, unknowable. And they are behind me now. I may begin to lift my head.
It is a recognisable phenomenon that when something, anything, new, unconsidered to life previously, enters life, you begin to see it everywhere. Many were the offerings on this tantalising subject. And I devoured them all so enthusiastically. I must have read hundreds of books, rearrangements of the same words repeating the same ideologies in infinite arrangement. It made so much sense! Thought birthed action, to think ‘negatively’, would lead to actions which brought ‘negativity’ in life. The secret of all of life had been found! Uncovered at such a young age. All one had do, was ‘think positively’. I was blessed, only, I was not. I was surrounding my young life in dreadful dreary illusion, as so many of us do.
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In the back sleeve of the ‘Silva Method’ book I held in my hands was a business card. A phone number, a name of a person offering courses leading into mastery into this new found world of the positive.
Jack Black. Silva Method Scottish Headquarters, Cumbernauld, Scotland.
I lived in Dundee, Scotland. Cumbernauld, was around an eighty mile trip from my home address, thereabouts. I called and joined a course in an Edinburgh hotel room with, to the best of my memory, another three or four equally naive participants, seeking the wisdom of others, denying any potential of their own.
Jack was a young, energetic, convincing, (to the already convinced), salesman. He was also a social worker by week. This was his ‘on the side’ job. The course was expensive I remember, though I do not remember the exact cost, we are talking around forty years ago, and the cost at that time ran in the region of several hundred pounds.
For two weekends work and the price of the hiring of a small backstreet Edinburgh hotel room. Even given the small number of attendees, still, lucrative.
I will not travel into detail regarding the exact nature of the 'Silva Method'. This is not the intention of these unfolding words. It’s an odd mix of a specific kind of ‘meditation’, designed to relax the body and bring the brain to rest in the frequency of alpha waves. Mind control, self-hypnosis, psychic experimentation, programming the brain, ‘creative’ visualisation, all are included elements delivering the whole package. A package I was personally so hungry for I swallowed starters, main course, and ordered up the biggest of ice cream desserts and a large soda to polish off this seeming delight.
None as blind as those who hold their own blindness as a virtue.
The course was mixture of self-introspection, led into of course, guided, instructed, this was far from free study. We were informed 'how' the mind worked.
The subconscious and the conscious, the power of accessing the subconscious, the tools to get there, and what to do when there, to positively alter one’s life. To be used in application from anything such as getting a new job, to meeting an attractive partner, to healing the sick, to seeking great ‘success’ in life. 'Success' in life was centrally focussed upon.
All future orientated. All taking control. After all, a boat travelling without direction, was a lost ship. A metaphor Jack used often.
Jack ran the course, the young man who way too fast became this sixty-year-old typing these words enthusiastically sought to be involved. And so, he became quickly involved. In time, Jack saw the limitations of paying a hefty franchise fee to the Silva Method head office in Loredo, Texas, and acted upon this in his own self interest. Applying the same techniques diligently and enthusiastically imparted to others, seeking his own greater 'success'.
He plagiarised the course.
Jack went away for a while on extended vacation and reworked the lessons, the techniques, the methods, the words, the ideology and the philosophy and made it his own. He packaged it all up as the Silva method had been packaged all up, and and gave it a name.
‘Mindstore’ had been born.
The ideology behind the name at the time was this. Jack was a big fan of Anita Roddick, founder of the Body Shop chain. Actually, Jack was a big fan of anyone who had reached the upper tier of 'success', the comparative identities to our 'elitists' today.
Jack sought to emulate Anita, borrowing her ideology as he had borrowed the Silva Method, reworking it all together for his own self projected Nirvanic future. ‘Mindstore’ would be a mirror nature of The Body Shop. Only Mindstore would offer books, games, CDs, Videos, posters, anything and everything concerned with seeing life through a 'positive' eye. Placing a patch forever over the negative eye that it may never again seek the light of any day. The negative has no place in the world of those seeking only positivity.
To digress a little, this is a phenomenal blindness in itself, comparative to willingly placing patches over both eyes, for the 'negative' and the 'positive' are both judgments on a sliding scale of values representing one's own particular life outlook. 'Negative' is related to 'positive', as 'up' is related to 'down'. Eternally bound together in infinite lovers embrace, inseparable in nature one, from the other. The desire to be only 'positive', is an impossibility impossible to ever achieve. If all is 'positive', there can be no 'positive', for 'positive' is a destination which can only ever be arrived at, in comparison to the 'negative'. These two travel together. Or they do not travel at all.
The aim of opening a national/international chain of stores never came to fruition for Jack, though this was the initial plan, the port for Jack's luxury yacht to dock within as the reward for his life endeavours. Plus, many ideas 'borrowed' from the endeavours of others. But the business certainly has become a great 'success'.
I am so sorry to say that I was a central factor for the foundation stones of the present day success of Mindstore, for I, was a founding member of the company, and I, was Business Development Manager and I, was very good at my job. So much so, but a few years after I had left, through a combination of growing dissatisfaction in a growing realisation that I had swallowed a red herring and changes to our financial agreements which benefitted Jack. I was young, naive, and was working without any contractual agreement. I visited Jack in his new plush office, alongside my lifetime close friend Richard, Jack held my arm up high in front of all his office staff and informed them that without the efforts of the man standing before them, none would likely have a job.
I fear to say he is likely correct. I brought in the business which built the empire. So many mistakes has this man made in his life, none greater than seeking the positive.
Jack also at this time offered that I return to work for Mindstore. I explained that I could not, for this man, the whole affair had been rather deceptive, something of a 'con'. I paraphrase now, for my exact memory of the exact words which arrived in reply are somewhat hazy. But it was along these lines: 'Of course it's a con Henryk! But it pays damned well.'
I got Jack into places, through doors he had hungered to enter, large financial centres in the heart of London and elsewhere. CEOs looking at the rising curve on a monthly spreadsheet as the only virtue of life. So many of them. Seeking the God of high numbers. Similar in nature to Jack, who was seeking the same. I sold Jack on the telephone, at times I travelled with him, his right hand man and we completed the deal in person, lying through our teeth. And Mindstore began to grow.
Mindstore's website today claims a proud half a million course graduates worldwide. Jack has franchised 'his' course, and others now pay him a fee, where he, once paid others the same. Given the exuberant fees Jack requires, this venture of which I was an early participating member for a few years, has made Jack a very wealthy man.
From a later acquaintance I was to meet in later life, a lady Jack had employed as secretary, I heard Jack was living in a castle in the South of France. Rewarded, for selling horseshit as caviar. But so often is this the case in this crazy world. She had been involved in a court case against Jack, something I believe in the nature of a dispute over financial agreements similar to my own I had met so many years before. Self interest takes no prisoners. And is totally lacking in care for another, let alone love. In my defence, I began by believing firmly in the cause. Highly destructive are the ways of unquestioned belief.
The whole thing in those early days was a lie. A mask we wore, long before the mandates of Covid. We rented BMWs, fast, sexy cars, bought expensive suits, we had to look the part. We had to look 'elite'. We pretended to others, the fruits we so eagerly displayed were the results of our use of the course techniques. This stuff really worked. Only, they were not. Bank balances placed firmly in the red, hidden from the eyes of others, played a dramatically different tune.
So many with empty lives seek to fill their empty lives with meaning, and so many find meaning where there is none, in the the seeking of power and the incessant possession of more things. In the comparison of the value of my life against yours, on the ever sliding scale between the concepts of 'success' and 'failure', travelled on the road of continuity of applied repetitive action from remembered past to conceptual future, a modified continuity of what came before. Denying the present moment, which becomes a fleeting thing of insignificance to be driven through at fastest speed possible, rendering only a perceptual blur, to reach a self projected future goal.
We wore those masks daily, we pretended to be bearing keys to open the door of freedom and transformation of life to so many naive others. And there were no shortage of them. What we were really interested in was the sale of a course and the transformation of our own lives. Fake. Bogus. A total sham. I hold my hands up high and my head lowers to the ground. In my defence, I was as fooled as any other. For I had not yet learned the value of coming to understand life for myself. I was seeking my meaning in life by giving it my own. And my own meaning, had been told to me by another.
Enough of Mindstore, enough of positive thinking, enough of Jack Black, enough of the fool I was, who thankfully, has since died and become the lesser fool I am perhaps today. But who is measuring? I am so sorry however, still, that I participated in establishing a corruption of influence in the world which cost heavily in the removal of a potential awakening of intelligence of a reported half a million lives. But perhaps, I am once again falling into the trap of naivety.
For wisdom cannot come from any other. This took a long, long time to understand. Wisdom, comes from seeing life as it is. With your own eyes. No one can see life for anyone else. A lonely journey, or rather, a journey alone. Interesting, the word ‘alone’ carries etymological meaning of ‘all one’. As I commented to a close friend only a few days ago. ‘All one’ is another way of saying 'complete', which is another way of saying 'whole', which has etymological meaning related to the words 'sanity' and 'holy'.
I can’t blame Jack. He is also innocent, so place no blame on the shoulders of this self-interested trickster. One, among so many others. Jack operated and likely still operates from the central running societally pedestaled factor of deep self-interest. Scholastically programmed self-interest. 'Become something', is the dictated societal scholastic command we have all adhered to.
Today, full cycle. ‘Be nothing and be happy’ is the new war cry.
One philosophy as damaging as the other, for neither direction is one we have come to find through meeting life ourselves. Our society pursues ‘success’, at whatever the cost. At any cost. ‘Success’ is a measurement, with ‘failure’ on the other side of the scale. exactly as is the case with 'positive' and 'negative', ‘success’ is known only in comparative measure to 'failure' and one judgement slides into the other. The palatial living city banker to the street sleeper lying on concrete.
One, brings the other.
We never question. We are not educated to do so. We are educated to accept and follow an authority. To obey, rather than to discover. To continue rather than to end. If we did so, success, when questioned, turns out to be not nearly so successful as first imagined. For the introduction of this concept in our world removes our eyes from the meaning of life and stabs violently at the heart of relationship, life meaning, perception, intelligence, understanding and love.
The seeking of success leads to self-interest. Leads to a repetitive mechanical form of approaching life, repeating past actions over and over again, building in constant progression towards my idealised dream. Perhaps, a castle in the south of France. Perhaps, a Great Reset.
The seeking of success divides one man’s life from another because success is something constantly pursued. All else fades and dims into the background. Success is also of infinite potential, as our centenary billionaires this day, still ever gathering, seeking to place the whole world into their bulging back pockets perfectly exemplify. There is no fixed destination, one success, leads to another, and as the pile grows, the ability to manipulate the world grows accordingly, and all are open to such manipulation, for all are seeking to better their life position in similar fashion in conceptual time.
All have their price. Most all, anyway. The pursing of success is the pursuing of the more, and more, is a number never, ever, reached.
Success demands that I compete, that I stand on others who seek the same prize as I do. That I become brutal in my approach to life. I become driven. That I become focussed on 'me', and correspondingly come to care a lot less for 'you'. My ability to relate well to another is all but destroyed, viewed through a screen of interest of how you may help me achieve my desired aims, or not. Relationship is a present moment delight, and it is impossible to relate to this, if my interests are more centred in another future conceptual time than this, or if my awareness is totally consumed by myself.
Perhaps the greatest of injuries of the following of time driven success is the death of love. For love is only found in relationship, and relationship is lost when the mind is constantly occupied in conceptual activity, seeking more, in another time than the time which presents to the senses. This, is the time of love. Now. the arrival of the only meaningful destination in life we continually ignore. Love is not conceptual. Seeking success, from a life gifted potential perspective of harmony, relationship, love, and a quality of timeless life existence witnessed in great beauty, has to be, the greatest of all failures.
The man typing these words feels the aloneness he stands within. For this world makes so little sense to him, it regularly brings him to tears. The meaningless divisions of wealth, the wars fought for gain of a few, the innocents whose miserable life's and deaths bear witness to a world drunk on 'success'. Born into a world promising so much of inconsequence, blind to where the real treasures might lie. It could all be so simple. It is all so simple, it is we, programmed as we have been, programming ourselves to the same, finding value where there is none, in measurement against each other, who are our own enemy. We have lost love.
And this is the greatest tragedy of all.
Love, is meeting the present moment in all completion. Meeting the Universe as it is. Meeting life as it is, a diametrically polar oppositional state, to seeking to turn it into what you think it should be, the greatest of errors, shared by both Jack Black and Klaus Schwab alike. I wonder if Klaus was educated by Jack. I do hope not. That, would be a cross indeed difficult to bear. But so many of us have accepted what has no value in our lives, and have denied that which has most.
Perhaps even you, the reader of these words.
You cannot meet life so simply, (as it is), if you are busy consuming all your energy into turning it into something else. Neither can you meet life as it is if you have any accepted belief or ideology as to how it functions. You must stand absolutely naked, void of any other distraction, as naked as you might need be to go skinny dipping on a beach in the darkness of a warm summers night, enjoying the delight of the warm waves as they gently caress your naked body. To stand in front of life, void of all concepts, beliefs, words, images, fears, longings, past and future. Void even, of yourself.
Then life becomes a revelation.
It is a revelation because life itself has its own movement, its own rhythm, its own play. It is heard in the sounds of a bird song outside the window, it is seen in a cloud drifting across the sky. It is everywhere, so prevalent it can never be isolated, so simple to see, it is hardly ever found. Life, as it is, is a revelation, because as it moves, it reveals the new through it's very own death. And so every moment has never been seen before and will never be seen again. Such is the nature of the beauty of life and death we miss, as life actually is, when we meet life through a calculated or accepted conceptual formula seeking life as we wish it to be.
Life does not continue the past. Neither does it seek a future. It is found in the timelessness of now. As there is no need of continuity for life, for life ends as it begins, begins as it ends, complete within itself, and so whole, and so holy. It has nowhere to go other than where it is, and nothing to aim for outside itself. It is complete, and it has arrived. Life and death here merge into one, and this one births all of creation and love. And all is fragranced with such indescribable beauty.
The loss of all this, is the high cost of our 'success'. We are the race confined to a cage of living in the past which is memory, which is thought, which is legacy of twelve years of enforced scholastic memorisation and tradition. Carrying dead things in our desire to add to them in a conceptual future. Missing the meaning of life entirely.
Society led us, to this garbage.
Religion became relegated to the nature of belief, love became relegated to sex and life became relegated to living in continuity of the dust of the past.
It is no easy task to live easily when one finds security living in such accepted educated complexity. It is no easy task to leave a prison cell you have well decorated and come to value as home. We need to end our tightly held reigns on life. We need to end our beliefs and desires we derive so much comfort within, a compensation for a life lived with so little meaning. And we need to die, to end everything we carry, which is what we are, to meet the blessing, which is love. Love cannot be met by the past.
We are the names given, the beliefs educated into us, the past history we have recorded. We are the values stamped deep into the brain from the earliest of our days. We live and function from the past. The continuity of this past, into a conceptual never ending future of betterment is what we have desired. From the lowest to the highest, from the poor man who seeks a warm bed and bath, to the Kings and Queens of nobility of this deeply measured and so deeply divisive world.
And so we come to fear death, the ending of the potential for our selfish infinite continuity. And so we live in fear of life, for death, is life, and life, is death. And our whole race stands upon a divisive ground of never ending sorrow. A sorrow, we seek to make better by improving in time, and so the whole process is never ending in nature and guaranteed to lead to the complete extinction of our race, at worst. Or the never ending of living a meaningless life and dying a meaningless death void of love, a pointless existence into all of eternity.
I stand unsure of which is the most appealing destination.
The time has come to stop.
Our bettering of everything, our seeking of success, is our greatest of failures. The time has come to face our world and our lives as they are. To free the brain from all time other than now, to have the courage to open our eyes upon the festering ground our seeking to better creation, life, death, and love, as they are, has led us to.
Life, is to be received, not built. And life is a revelation. Not an accomplishment. And in all this lives unquenchable beauty.
A COMMANDED LIFE IS NEVER FREE
On the eve of the leaders of our historical traditional religious authorities climbing Mount Sinai to re-write the ten commandments to suit a highly disputed climate change, as the Antarctic continues to grow in ice, is it not time that the totality of all of humanity begins to question the nature and value of being commanded?
We have accepted for such a long time that the original ten commandments came from God, the source of all of life creation. Handed to Moses, who carried them down from Mount Sinai to his people. These are apparently not sufficient anymore, like all else in our world, it seems this long told apparent divine intervention is in need of a reset.
I think all commandments are rather unnecessary to life. Particularly to a religious life. A command is given by an authority, the authority to the tablets of Moses may or may not have been God himself, we are not debating that here, but all must be questioned, no one alive today was present, and we can all easily see the deceptive nature of men who hold a self-driven agenda, which profits from standing in positions of authority over the lives of others. Commanding others.
The ten commandments, (the original ones), were seemingly noble in nature. A guidebook on how to live well, and how to bring into being a well-structured society of order and harmony, leading to balanced longevity and fair living for all men.
Did they work?
Several thousand years have passed, have the commandments in place for so long led to our world living in peace, love, relationship and harmony?
Is life today the greatest of inexplicable joys carried on a sweet fragrance of a bed of roses?
I question everything, and so I must question this, why do we need commanded to do anything at all? Why do we not naturally live in a manner which benefits us all, (for we are us all, and so only we can benefit from this), why do we not live to benefit, rather than rape the planet we stand on, our only shared home, the ground we grew from and fall back into on death? The environment we grew from and fall back into on physical death. Why do we seek always to compete against other and to profit from each others lives rather than share what we have and rest in the abundance of life in deep relationship, love and care for each other?
Why are we all so damned disorderly? Why have we no understanding of our lives or deaths? And why have we no love in our hearts?
‘God’, the creative energy of all of life, may or may not be be an appropriate guide to follow, one must first come to understand if it is God we meet and follow, the creative silence of this present moment, the emptiness, the mystery of this universe, the unknowable and unnamable, which gives birth to all things, or another's interpretation long standing. Are we following life, or are we following words? For life is a living thing, words are not, and so the two are markedly different.
But whatever the case, how many of us have ever come to any relationship at all, large or small, with the creative energy of this living universe which gives birth to all, not which 'gave' birth, for 'gave' belongs to the past, and life, love and beauty are living things, kissed only, by eternal death.
How many have ever come into any relationship with the sacred quality of life? have you? Fret not. For very few indeed ever have.
We know their names, we see nothing of what they saw.
Those who have seen and merged with the creative, we can witness, if we are more observant than accepting in nature, have been placed on pedestals and turned into an authority. And we, the poor suffering eternally non-understanding of our own life’s and deaths, (of that which we are), are ordered to obey, not what creation, (another word for God), commands of us, (perhaps creation commands nothing at all), but which others, the appointed bearers of wisdom, the self-appointed historical translators of the meaning of men’s lives, the watchers of souls, insist to be the case.
It is a strange phenomenon indeed, that we stand firmly opposed against political dictators in this world, as we must, but we willingly bow and prostate to dictators in the most important of all areas, the understanding of our lives and our deaths, for and by ourselves. This is the most likely etymological meaning of the word 'religion'. The gathering of all energy to investigate and come upon one’s own understanding of life and death, for and by oneself.
Belief, and commandment, fall well short of this gauge.
While the original ten commandments may, and need be questioned as to the authors true hand, there is no questioning here. The religious authorities of this day, are that hand. They have decided to rewrite the guidebook for all of humanity standing firm in stone tablets for thousands of years. And their authority is standing on the unsteady ground of a highly disputable assertion of climate change.
Tens of thousands of global scientists are disputing this claimed fact.
This is no divine hand. This is the hand of man.
I question the need for any acceptance of commandments coming from any man over my life, or yours or any others. I question the need for the following of any commandments ever. I question all and any authority. In every area of life. Political, Traditional, Religious, Medical. I question it all. For I see that authority demands conformity to that authority’s wishes, and I see that a life lived on such compliance, is not a free life.
And a life not free is a life hardly worth living.
However, I do feel that religion may be the ethereal elixir to resurrect the lives of humanity to the most holy of all places. To once again find ourselves in the garden of Eden, a welcome returned lost part of all of creation. Understanding of our natural place in life, having denied all further eating from the fruit of the tree of knowledge of good and evil.
Are commandments not such knowledge of the good?
Is a religious life something asserted by another, to be followed? Is it really so easy? In following, do I not forever stand in a shadow of overbearing authority and so deny meeting the potential of my own understanding of my own life and death, in the only way possible, through the arduous unceasing investigation of my own life and death, for and by myself?
Is this not a road leading to greater intelligence than mere acceptance of commands to diligently obey?
Religion may be the understanding of this cornerstone of any and all society, but religion surely, is not something to be given to any man by another. Is the flame from another’s candle, able to light your own or any others? If it were so, would Jesus not have changed the world by his very presence, in a much more considered manner, than how his self-decreed historical representatives have managed to accomplish to this day?
I am not attacking anyone. I hold a hand of deep questioning concern for the shared future of humanity. For that, which I am. And a sense of deep despair in my heart at what is happening to our lives. We are destroying all and pulling the sky to the ground. And we are doing this because we have lost relationship with the creative living energy of our lives. We live in the past, thought is memory. The creative lives in the present. Ever new, never old, a process of life and death in a constant lovers embrace. The past is dead to the creative flow of life. The two can never meet. The past must end for the present to be seen.
Traditional religion has been with us for thousands of year, and despite, (and perhaps because), of this long duration of passing time, mankind’s life is still one of great divisions, leading to great suffering. Traditional religion has not brought peace to this world, quite the opposite, in its insistence on ingraining historically divisive continually opposing conceptual views into the minds of our children, traditional religion, like divisive nationalism, has brought great divides and so never ending conflict to the lives of all men throughout all of time.
Division is the ground from which arises all conflict and war.
Not to mention the historical persecution of non-believers. The burning of so named heretics and the inquisition. Quite a history has that, which seeks our obedience to their newly written commandments.
That, which we ourselves have built.
All in the name of love, apparently. All, in the name of truth. The destruction of the lives of human beings, so that the very same lives destroyed may be saved.
But I am not here to cast stones, I truly am not. I see all as blameless. Acting on the dark shadows of ignorance which knowledge forever casts, but blameless. They know not what they do. They act in blindness, for their lives, like ours are non understanding of it's ways.
I am here to question the validity of accepting the authority of commandments given to my people, which is humanity, to my race, my family, my brothers and sisters by such a divisive and so conflicted hand. I am here to question if any security in life may be arrived at by following the dogmatic assertions of any other. In any area of life. Look, to this day.
This, is where we have been led to. Is 'leader and led' not itself showing us clearly, this pattern of life a builder of any house of joy?
I follow no commandments in life. I live life as I meet life, through the senses. Life, is a movement in learning. Any understanding I hold rests on a more solid ground than any command. Any understanding rests on a deep questioning and close observation of life itself. And so life itself, has become my greatest of teachers. And I, its most ardent of disciples.
In such a way, can any man not come to see truth? If not, can any man not stand in the shadows of his own darkness, and penetrate the true nature of his life's dark shadows?
Are both these not of the same nature? Does darkness when seen, not immediately bring light?
Truth, once seen, once glimpsed, is undeniable. And the same for every man, and so a unifying factor for humanity, where belief had only offered a brutal divide and a commanding hand. And to the awakened to their own vision, the false is apparent to see. And the false lives within myriad stated truths, and many truths are to be found in the living movements of countless lies.
What do we need in this troubled world, to bring our people, (humanity), together, to find true relationship, to bring into being a world of true harmony, not a word of ‘tolerance’, not a world of authority with its commandments, (which all indicate a divide from the outset), but a world of true peace, of everlasting harmony? Is love for all, the foundation of all relationship, eternally beyond our reach? Is love found through the conforming of one’s life to the commands of another?
Is love not possible for our race? If so, then must we not reach out for the impossible and forever forget the possible? Can love be found in a world of such divisions, aggressions, pain, sorrow, hurt, wars, violence, immorality and fear? Must these not all end before love can ever breathe its first breath? Will these end through an outer commanding by another that we live orderly? Or is order only possible when we have understood completely, the nature of all aspects of the disorder our lives are lived within, and come to find no value in continuing to live in this divisive deeply destructive way?
Responsibility surely arises from clear perception. I cannot be responsible to that which I cannot see well. Responsibility arises from clear perception. Not, from being commanded how to perceive, or how to live responsibly. Perception is denied when I am commanded to obey the dictates of another. Perception is denied when I blindly follow any authority, including my own. For my own authority, is greatly what I have unquestioningly already accepted from another. And so all authority is of the same nature, the hand of another.
Too often and for far too long, my own inward authority, dictated by education and society, the inner birth place of my every life action, has been the words, beliefs and assertions I hold educated value living within, which have nothing to do with my own understanding arising from my own awakened perception, but are dependent on past acceptances of the words and assurances of others. Over countless years of unquestioned tradition.
Is it not time we begin to question?
And here, my life has come to find my security. In a house of division. In the dictates and assurances of others. And so I live a second hand life. A controlled life. A commanded life. A life lived in the shadows of another. And so a life, necessarily, void of any light of my own.
Responsibility, surely, is for and to the whole of life. Otherwise, where is responsibility? Perception, surely, is the outcome of the flame of awareness, and awareness, excludes nothing. Otherwise, where is awareness, if it lives it's life as a limited thing? Perception is the only flame capable to light our path in these dark days. And perception is born from awareness of all.
The re-editing of ten commandments, to be dictated and followed, appears to be missing the mark entirely. And I fear we have never achieved anything other than this, missing the mark entirely. And so we live as we have lived. Which we must, for our actions are led from our thinking, and our thinking is knowledge, born from memory. On the ground of the past. In the traditional words and beliefs and assurances of others. In dark shadows, we can find no light of our own.
To perceive, to be so completely aware that all comes to be seen, is to see things as they are, necessarily without choice, to see the whole of life. And when one sees the whole of life, one cannot help but act. And life itself, which is what is perceived, is the commanding energy of appropriate action. Action is always immediate here, and action is always responsible to what is perceived, for the truth of the matter is this, there has never been any time other than now, to act. And such action is without any self-interest or self-concern. To act responsibly is to act for the benefit of the whole of life.
This is freedom is it not? To live one’s life based on one’s own understanding. How can a man following the dictates of any other, ever claim to be free? Can a slave be free to love? To act from a crystal clear view of life, as it is. Where it is and is when it is. Here, and now. Where do I begin? Where else, other than where I am? When do I begin? When else, other than now?
Let what you see be the guide to your understanding of your own life. And if you see nothing, then stand in your blindness and penetrate that darkness which envelopes your life. Until the darkness clears, and you begin to see a glimmer of light.
It is not so important to bring to life any ideology of how life ‘should be’. This brings conflict to life, this brings reward and punishment and the establishing of all authority, for you are as you are, and when you introduce how you ‘should be’, you create a division in your heart, between ‘what is’ and ‘what should be’. ‘What is’, is true in nature, perhaps not what you might desire to meet, ‘what should be’, is merely an accepted or self-asserted ideology.
It is of greatest relevance to see life as it is. For as it is, is as it is, and as it is, is the true nature of life. There is no other. Not as you think it is, a child of many accepted beliefs and worn out ideas, but how it actually is. Stay where you are, and look around. Be patient and interested. Observe and question. Awaken from your darkness to life. And if darkness is your life, then meet it well. Let it grow, flower and die. That the sun may begin to rise once more.
Are you standing in a world of absolute order? If not, then why not? Is the mind you live within, the world of inner thinking, thoughts, desires, fears, pleasures and pains, a place of deep established order and contentment? Do you rest your head in the comfort of eternal love and infinite peace? If not, why not? How will you answer such questions? Await for the assurances of an authority?
How did this inner complexity come into being? How did the outer competitively driven, aggressive, deeply selfish and uncaring nature of the outer structuring of our world arrive? These are the only homes we have for our lives, these inner and outer existences. We have no others. And if all is not well here, we would do well to question why. And all is not well, for both are in complete disorder.
Has this disorder arrived through a lack of being told what to do and how to live our lives? Or has it arrived because we have been told what to do and how to live our lives? Is there relationship between our inner and outer fields of existence? Does one necessitate the other?
How would you find out?
Listen to the words of others, or explore the issue by and for yourself?
One approach is to lead a second hand life, and to live in the dark shadows of another’s authority, and this, to now, has always been our way. Is it not time we become our own teachers and our own disciples and come to question the true meaning and purpose of our lives? Are our lives of so little value that we do not grant to them such importance? Are our lives of so little value that we eternally place them in the hands and direction commanded from others?
What will bring true and lasting order to our lives?
The ordering of others never has brought order, in all of recorded history and so to presume and hope it will, seems rather childish and a only a firm guarantee of continuing societal and individual decay.
We have been ordered in life by authority in every area of life over countless centuries and despite all of this ordering, (or perhaps, because of it), our lives have never been anything but lived in a state of continuing disorder.
Life is as life is.
There is no greater understanding than this. Life is so simple when you remove the divisive assertion of the so many others all clambering for their position of power. And those others, are also you.
If life is unsatisfactory to your heart this day, then you are the only one who can find your way from darkness into light.
No one can lead you there.
But I ask of you, (not command of you), for I, am no authority. I, am nothing to be followed. I am no one to be accepted. I am a road sign, of value only until the destination has been reached. Never seek to find light, if you find your life is one of darkness. Rather gaze with great interest and great care, into the eyes of the darkness you meet in your life. Understand the jewel of your non understanding.
If you seek to move towards 'bettering' any situation, if darkness is seeking light, then darkness is in a process of perpetual continuity. Darkness need end for light to shine. Darkness never ends through the act of seeking its opposite. This is only a continuity of darkness. Bettering any undesirable situation, is the continuity of that which needs to end. The mistake of our leaders this day, is the mistake of the lives of all of humanity.
So no stones.
Love is not found in a movement of improvement from fear and anger to love, love is found, when fear and anger end. Selfishness cannot be transitioned in time to empathy, empathy arrives, on the death of selfishness.
And love is never found by a confused mind, and we are all so deeply confused this day. For we live on the ground of the commandments of others. A confused mind moves from a ground of confusion, and so every action, is a continuity of the same. The only valid thing any confused mind can do, is to stop acting. Only when confused actions have ceased is the ending of confusion possible. This ending, is the birth of a new beginning.
And we are deeply confused people. And naturally so, for we stand on no ground of our own understanding of our lives and deaths, we stand on the ground of the commandments and assertions of others.
Love is never a bedfellow to fear, nor to guilt, anxiety, despair, jealousy, desire, pleasure or pain. All these need end, for love to be found. But seek never love. Love cannot be found through a positive act of seeking it out. In negation of what love is not, only, does love ever reveal its eternal fragrance.
Question and observe only. Look around, and look within. Be without choice in your awareness, and let the ending of all direction be your only direction. There is no road to travel to meet where you are. There is no passing of time to journey to when you are. And if love and understanding is not to be found here, then where else will it ever be found?
Like a phoenix arising from the ashes, the change this world and your life so desperately needs to find lies in the understanding of what you are, whatever you are and this is only ever possible by remaining with what you are and finding freedom to look at your life and this world as it is.
Both, may be eternally related.
And this awareness without choice may be the only catalyst to bring real change to both. A change in your life and so a change in this world. For you are part of this world, and when the part changes, it affect the nature of the whole. And change, demands the ending of what came before, not the continuity of it seeking future perfection, which is only a continuity of all corruption which needs to end.
Morality is found with the ending of immorality, not by seeking to become moral. Love is found, when that which denies love comes to an end. Relationship is found, when that which denies relationship, likewise, ends. And all divisions between us deny relationship, religious, wealth based, patriotism, political or ideological.
If understanding of your life and death is possible, (why not?), if the love found in direct relationship to meeting life as it is, here and now, can lead to the accurate vision of all, void of bias, prejudice and self-interest, then responsibility for all may be found. Our world meets its first beneficial revolution. Without blood, without stones.
Only here, in such transformation of the human mind and heart, will the understanding arise that there has never been a need to follow the commandments of another. Who we never have, in all long recorded history, ever found any success in following.
Responsible action comes from clear perception. And freedom to look is the first step to illuminate the light which guides such responsible action.
Let your commandments be these, and command them of yourself. To come to awaken your own intelligence that you live your life responsibly and cease to live divisively from another man. That you cease to value your own life as being of any greater value than any other. That responsible action may come into this world, now so corruptly incessantly driven by divisive self-interest. This all demands a cessation of how you live this day.
In death only, is found rebirth. Not in the continuity of the dead, seeking to better its festering state of decay.
Come to understand what it means to look at life without choice, that you might come to meet the greatest of all truths, life, as it is. Life met, without choice.
Here, and now. Where and when else?
Once again it begins. I sit facing a blank piece of paper. Well, a blank digital representative of a piece of paper, I am, perhaps being rather old fashioned descriptively. And I am typing, rather than writing. But the effect is much the same, a modified continuity of days gone by. Where shall I be led in this passing hour?
I never know what I am going to write, what will fall out of me. I never plan what I am going to talk about in my videos, what comes through me, or are me, in expression of the pleasures and pains, the insights and darks days in expression of this life lived to this date and of the death I am aware I am to meet and of the impact this experience we call living and dying has had on the being we all call 'me'.
It is late at night, or early in the morning, dependant on perspective, the time by the clock is two o'clock in the morning. And I cannot sleep. And that is neither good or bad, it is what it is. This night, the recent past has rather occupied the mind. Time is of a strange nature, is it not? Time is two things. There is physical time, the time allotted to live one’s life, a convenience to meet a good friend for a walk by the river at an agreed hour.
For some, a fleeting thing indeed, for others, lasting over a hundred years, and even more. I wonder if the quantity we measure in years, has anything of any value at all to it at all? I wonder if the quality of a day lived completely has not more value than the passing of a hundred lifetimes.
For nothing is permanent, nothing is permanent. I could fill out the rest of these pages with the same sentence, and it would not imprint them any deeper than stating it once. Nothing is permanent. Life, if known by any quality, could be summed up in one word. Change.
What value has life? Very little the way we live it, it seems. The value we have all been tricked into giving our lives has been the value of living life in a continuing pattern. A pattern is repetitive and what is repetitive, soon comes to meet the tears of boredom and despair.
Our lives begin so freely, as freely as nothing can ever be. This freedom does not last long, a few years perhaps at best. For everyone and everything is intent on telling us the nature of the life we have been born into. And of ensuring our lives are to follow the course of this pattern laid down.
First, comes the name. We are identified, objectified, made into something, for names are words, pointers to 'things' and words divide all. We are instructed as to the ordering principles of our lives. We are instructed into what religion we must believe, who God is, the value of this unseen, mysterious energy, the silence behind every word, led into by countless of the same. We are told of the 'values' of life, and that this is the only way to live. For some parts of life, these remain close to standard among us and through the duration, long or short, of our time here. What is beautiful, what is not, how we live, how we don’t. What is acceptable, what is not. Our freedom, year after year, is slowly being taken away. We are being conformed to living life in a pattern.
A pattern we have no perception of, to the young mind, he or she is being 'educated' and this leading is of assured benefit to his or her life perception. After all, all must be understood, must it not? And understanding, is a process of categorisation, naming, concepts, beliefs, ideals and judgements. The values of good and bad must be imparted, for otherwise, how would a child even know how to live? Understanding, is a matter of words. Only, it is not.
A child rarely questions the instructions and orders given, he or she obeys and he or she receives the rewards or the consequences for the accuracy of how they come to meet whatever is expected of them to meet.
I can remember being perhaps ten years old. I remember the first time in my virgin decade, I came to hear of 'politics'. The ordering of the lives of all by a few. In later years of course, I have come to understand this ordering is nothing other than a disordering and I have come to understand why, but even then, now a full half century ago, that young mind questioned the value of anyone else ordering another’s life. It troubled his young brain. There seemed no way to come to meet any logical definition of why this could ever be advantageous to anyone’s life. Some of life’s lessons take a long time to arrive, some are quick to understanding, and that understanding can last an entire lifetime.
I remember another curious mental conundrum. I was, as so many are, given no choice in attending church. I was brought up to be a Protestant. Another name to be collected to add to a growing list over time. Another categorisation. Another mental construct. Another division. I must have taken my Sunday School studies fairly seriously, for I was gifted a Bible at a very young age for perfect attendance throughout the whole year. I must confess also however, the whole affair rather bored the young boy. The repetitive nature of it, the singing of psalms, which my father would partake within with definitive gusto almost raised a sense of alarm. Gifted a Bible or not, perfectly attended or not, I have few fond memories of my young church years. It all seemed so serious an affair.
I do remember praying, as much as I remember yet the firm hand of my father when I behaved outside the accepted laid down patterns being established. What did I pray for? I have no memory of that now. Perhaps, that I would not be beaten again. God, remained silent.
Life, was so very simple and different to the life met today, it seems strange to imagine that the life born to meet as a child, could have led to here. And yet, it has. Change, after change after change, the boy has died. And in his place, types this man, now sixty years old. Simple as life was back then, the hand of corruption was still present. After all, there were politicians around.
I remember so many things from my childhood, not present in my usual thinking consciousness when and as it chatters today, when and if it chatters today. But remaining still, somewhere, in the vaults of time held in the memory cells of the brain. I remember horses and carts on the streets. One came with particular delight every Friday to meet the simple needs of a wide eyed boy. A 'rag and bone man' was the name given, an old fellow, who would arrive weekly, and give balloons to any child who paid the price in empty glass jars or old unwanted clothes. I would beg for the required fee from my mother, sometimes it was paid, sometimes, not. I was learning quickly the rewards and disappointments of desire. The ups, and downs of life.
Gas lights lit the streets, and a man would arrive on bicycle, like clockwork, morning and evening, to put them out and to give them life. My first love lived downstairs from me, I think she was a year older than I. Anne Duffy, or Anne Duffin, was her name. The exact surname is not so firmly rooted as other memories of the time. Of course she was not my first love, but how the boy dreamed to kiss the girl, it would occupy his mind incessantly and although they played together on Cobden Street often, he never once told her of his inner hearts wishes. Too much a coward, too unsure to show inner feelings. In retrospect, I suspect she knew, I suspect even, she, felt the same. None, so tender of age, found the courage. And so these young lives lived without meeting a potentially magical moment.
My father owned the block of flats we lived in, he was a businessman who worked so hard, likely caught within a dual energy. Running away from horrific life experiences met during the second world war, (which were horrific), running towards what he considered the necessary security for his life (money), and to raise his family, of which, the young boy, who became the man typing these words, was the most junior member.
Anne’s family rented the flat immediately one floor below. The boy was so troubled when her parents decided to move elsewhere, they had been as thick as thieves together for years, playing on the streets together daily, after school and every weekend. As she came out of her flat to say goodbye that fateful day, the boy could not even speak to her. He stood awhile, head down, and walked on, shaking. The first meeting of a great sadness in life. It was the last day these two paths which had crossed so often, would ever cross. When he came home from school, she was gone. The boy was learning more than he was being told about. Learning that life is an ever changing thing.
A post office stood at the foot of Cobden Street and the man who ran the post office killed himself by placing his head in the oven of a gas cooker. This was much discussed by the young lad's parents for several days. Apparently, he had been stealing money from the post office, was under investigation, facing prison and this was his way of dealing with it. His death did not mean much to the boy, other than a curiosity, far less than the departing of his downstairs desire he had never had the courage to meet.
Time marched on, and a day can last a decade in so young a life. Anne’s departure was soon out of mind. A favourite place to visit alone was a graveyard at the bottom of the street, standing on the corner of Lochee Road. Some graves here, were hundreds of years old. One in particular led the boy to return repeatedly to lay on the grave itself, time after time. The reason this particular corner of death was so appealing was that this grave held an inscription which filled the boy's life with a mystery to be understood. “Not dead, only sleeping” were the words long carved into the tombstone. He listened patiently for any sound of life within. A breath, a cough, an awakening, if sleeping, perhaps a snore? Yet, in spite of what had been carved in stone, this grave remained as silent as the God he had been led to pray to in his life.
A cinema was a close walk from home, a small flat shared with brother, sister, father, mother and Gran. Though father was mostly absent, he worked from early morning to late evening, in a shoe shop on the corner directly under the flat. No toilet. Toilet shared on the stairs, between other families. The entrance price at the cinema was a coin I cannot now remember the value of, or again, glass jam jars. Glass jars held a value in Scotland during those young years, now mostly long forgotten, though still seemingly accessible.
There was a children's playground at the top of Cobden street. The boy had a peculiar habit of standing very close to tall tenement buildings, he would get a feeling the building was moving forwards from doing so, almost falling over, in some way this brought satisfaction. It was a repetitive delight to his life. The question of why objects appeared small at distance compared to close location greatly occupied a growing mind for a period of time. 'But why mum'?, he would ask repeatedly, much to the frustration of his mother.
The matter of God, as explained, seemed rather impossible also. 'God made everything, including you', the boy was frequently told. Mum said so, Dad said so, even Mr. Nimmo, the protestant vicar, the boss of the whole church, even he said so. The boy's father had a close relationship to Mr. Nimmo, which lasted a lifetime. At Sunday School, Mr Nimmo, said so a lot. God was my creator, the creator of all. The boy questioned this a lot, not to Mr. Nimmo, but quietly, silently, it occupied his young mind. It became something of great concern, which after a time was abandoned, for it all seemed so illogical.
'If God created all' the boy reasoned…..then WHO, created God?' 'Where did God come from?' The boy followed this line of questioning, and came to a startling conclusion to his young life. 'There should be nothing! Nothing, should exist!'
For one it seems keeps travelling down a repetitive conundrum, when one questions the creator and the created. 'God made all, then who made God?', becomes 'who made the who which made God' becomes 'who made the who, who made the who, who made God, who made me and all the other stuff?' It all made the young boys head hurt and dizzy after a while, although gave birth to the seeds of an insight which would not be resolved for such a long time. 'Nothing should be'.
It would take many years, many twists and turns of life, many pleasures and pains, many gains and hardships, before the wisdom of that juvenile insight would come to be more clearly understood.
Isn’t it interesting, all truly does come from nothing. Here I am now, beginning the fourth page on my digital screen, and all these words have come from nothing. Memories long forgotten, until they are remembered. A story is coming from nowhere, memories of the past. And as you read this story, the reading of this story, becomes part of your past. We can share so much, other than what is most needed.
The greatest truth is there is nothing. Although the boy did not realise at such a young tender age he had stumbled upon perhaps the most important discovery anyone could ever come to in life.
The truth is, there is nothing.
And this nothing, is everything.
All numbers are held in the number zero. Space holds all the planets suspended. Nothing, emptiness, or space, is what gives birth to everything, and everything dies back into nothing. And so, you can say there is a creator, a 'God', a 'higher principle', and I nod my head in agreement with you.
But that is only one way of looking. A view.
For if that higher principle, that God, that creator is nothing? Then does it even really exist? What exists are the manifest forms born out of that nothing. Of which we are each a part. A named part, a categorised part. An ever changing part, for the nature of life is this, it is ever changing.
Ever ending, and starting over again.
Our society is drunk on 'things'. On the acquisition of things, and this is apparently the highest of callings. This, and the stuff called 'money'. This, and giving birth to always more new things, which we call being 'creative', but truly is nothing other than a hard slap in the face to that which can only ever be creative, which is nothing.
No face to slap, is a face without pain, so no harm done.
The creative, is all forgiving, for nothing indeed carries all, but it also lets all go. Our ‘creation’ man's 'creation', is a process of invention, and the two are markedly different in nature, 'Invention' comes from the past, from what is already known, a modified configuration of what came before. A modified continuity of what came before. Creation on the other hand, is always new, and so has never been seen before.
So many worship God. Or Gods. The practice never remained with me, though I hold among my closest friends a Catholic priest today and I still like to visit a Church. I enjoy the atmosphere. The silence, the theatre of it all, the incense, the costume, the quality of the air where many have worshipped over long durations of time.
In India there are still hundreds of millions of Gods. A global supermarket for Gods. I fear we worship more out of habit and belief than we do out of any understanding. I also fear the churches, mosques and temples which ingrain ideologies into brains at such a young age have little understanding at all of where creation truly lies. I wonder if creation, represented by the word 'God', has any interest in being worshipped at all.
As we are societally categorised, as we are named, as we are led into the path to take in life to become more than what we have already been told we are, led to be a Doctor a Lawyer, a street sweeper, a Welder, or something of far lesser value, perhaps a politician or a prince, we are led into a system of measurement of values and the weights which measure these value are words.
“Me” becomes an incredibly important word, to everyone who uses it. Regardless of other words they come to see themselves as. 'You' is not so important a word, as 'me', although this is also dependant on which ‘you’ this word is referring to. If 'you' are 'my' wife, or 'my' husband, 'my' lover or 'my' friend, then this 'you', may well carry some additional weight, in the eternal measurement of the word. Most of 'you' however, are not so valuable. Most, are indispensable things. Most of 'you', 'I' care nothing about at all. In the main, with rare diversions from this societally learned trend.
'Money' is a word most of us care a lot about. 'Power', holds great value for some. 'Belief' for some is incredibly valuable and yet for others, holds little to no value at all. Words and the implications behind them are the worlds we live within. The worlds we live within is a world of words. And beyond this world of words, this world of 'things', lies another. The world, of no-thing. The world of nothing.
This other world is a world seen by every child but given no relevance to by any adult, for the adult has become blind to this world, the adult gives no value to nothing, it is valueless. Even non existent. And so the poor child learns in time to dim his connection to this world to the point of complete blindness and to come to meet the demands of his parents and the society he has been born into. Nothing does not exist. The value of life, is found in things. And things, are words. 'Nothing' is a word with apparently no destination. I may be a biological freak, I may be insane, but I have come to find the greatest of all appreciations in life, for nothing. For no-thing.
This 'nothing', I have come to see, holds the form of all material things, which are limited manifestations of itself.
What the hell does all that mean? Perhaps, I am insane. It is more common I fear than recognised.
There is great difficulty in describing the ground of life which in nature has no relationship to words, which cannot be categorised, which can never be made known. More than a difficulty, this is an absolutely impossible task. So I make no apologies for my clumsy attempt to do so, for by virtue of attempting to do so, no attempt could be anything other than clumsy. So I will hobble along this road of impossibility, sounding like a fool screeching out sounds which have no relevance whatsoever to a discerning ear.
Our lives have been led to place value in words and words represent things. We have even turned 'creation' into a 'thing', and the word used to represent that 'thing', is 'God'. All 'things' are divided, and divisible, which is the purpose of all words, to divide, to measure, to judge, to value. These all have a place and that place is the marketplace, but what value do such words have in the understanding of all of life? None, for all of life, is not a word.
Try describing what you feel when you ‘fall in love’ in words. Even simpler, yet as infinitely difficult to this, try describing the colour red, to a blind man. Try writing in words the depth of feeling stirred when listening to Bocelli and Brightman’s ‘Time to Say Goodbye’, to a man whose life is void of hearing. Life, is met through the senses in all its majesty. From a silent mind. A silent mind, has the only capacity, to meet nothing. The mind, is always of the same nature of the Universe it perceives.
Words cannot capture this 'nothing'. this no-thing, they can point. But the sign post to an oasis in a desert, is not capable of quenching any man’s thirst.
Life is not found in words. Words are images which represent life. Full stop. You have been led to believe otherwise, as you have perhaps been led to believe that a ‘thing’ named 'God' exists outside of all creation consisting of space and matter. And you have been led to believe you can find meaning of life in words.
You have been led to see life as your parents saw life, who were led to see life as their parents saw life, who were led to see life as………I think perhaps you get the picture. And this is all so very sad, and that sadness is not held in the quality of the word sad.
It is a tragedy of Shakespearian proportions.
We seek meaning in life from a mind overpopulated, crammed with words. Words are images, and images are things and thoughts are movements within the matter of the brain. And so we may believe in the 'spiritual' side of life, however, our roots could not be more firmly established in the material. Actually not even in the material but in the division and the weighing of the conceptual value of the material.
And so our brains are ever occupied. And attached. And greedy. And possessive, and so jealous, limiting and life destroying.
We have no space, because we are so cram full, of words.
Words are necessary, and have a very valuable place. Without required psychic ability, I would have no other means to communicate this gathering of words to tell you the story unfolding. But words are things, and too many things in any size of room makes the room rather unappealing. Difficult to navigate. Space and matter in balanced measure are what makes life possible. We have been encouraged to always live within the material side of life, and we look at space as though it does not even exist, which is such despairing folly.
Space is infinite in nature, and matter is always limited. Space is what gives beauty to all. And we imagine it does not even exist. We are correct in saying it is 'nothing'. We are dreadfully misleading ourselves, if we look upon nothing, as being of no consequence.
Our world needs a new kind of people in it today. It needs people with space. Too many are crammed full of their ideas, limited in vision, by fears, jealousies, longings, depressions, anxieties, the constant seeking of pleasure for no other reason than to continue a feeling of pleasure. We are pleasure addicts, pleasure driven and so pain receiving. For fear, and hurt are the other side of the coin of pleasure. Don’t take my word for it, watch your own life. If you can.
For to watch demands space. And a brain full of words and desires, fears and pleasures, is a brain without any space. Space is found in silence. And this is perhaps the greatest blessing of all, to meet a silent mind. For as the silence and space of this universe, which are two words for aspects of the same thing, (which is nothing at all), is the nature of universal creation which has the power to hold the planets suspended, as a silent mind has the power to hold all of life. And so to care for all of life. Void, of restless, chattering self.
An empty cup is useful vessel. A full one, of little practical ongoing use.
Never seek change. And never accept what anyone tells you to do. Certainly, including me. Without questioning and seeing the reason why.
Stay where you are, and begin to look.
This watching, if diligently participated in, not 'practiced' which is a mechanical employ seeking a future reward, is perhaps the beginning of a reconnection to space, as common to the young child as it is so alien to the life of a societally conditioned adult.
The reward is in the action itself, not in anywhere it may lead to. A musician who plays for the delight of the sound of his instrument, may be a wonder to behold, another, who plays for coin, or notoriety, too often, falls flat.
If you can watch the crammed chattering inner nature of your mind, (which is not truly 'your' mind, for we all have the same, but let’s not go there at the moment), if you can watch freely, then you will begin to bring a certain space into your life. This is essential, for you cannot see freely without the freedom to look, and freedom to look, demands you are not otherwise occupied.
With diligent application, and a certain level of stubborn persistence in the understanding of the absolute need that we human beings bring true order to our conflicted and meaningless lives, you may, in physical time, come to find that words, may be put down, and you may delight to find an ability to meet life in silence. And this silence may be the birth of love for all, from all, which may be what you truly are. What you were before society led you to believe you were a collection of words. In this there may be great beauty and there may be death.
The ending of the mind so previously occupied, is the beginning of the mind meeting space. Meeting nothing. As a child is born with such capacity naturally, prior to turning the world into words, and to dividing the wholeness of life, (and so the holiness of life), into things.
It is four o'clock n the morning now, for two hours by the clock I have been typing. Birds are beginning to chatter outside, and the sky is beginning to turn lighter. But these are only words describing the indescribable nature of life, met in silence. A new day is dawning. A day which has never been before and which will never be repeated. For this is the nature of life and death. Constant change.
Met by a quiet mind. Met by no one at all.
The birth of a new society needs the death of the old
All division is the ground of all conflict. All conflict. Man and woman, man and man, brother against brother, father against son. Conflict is guaranteed when we divide. We have given birth to the ground from which all conflict arises. From which all conflict must arise. And yet paradoxically and in the greatest of unrecognised stupidities, we actually have evolved to come to value and place our sense of security in divisions. In every area of our lives.
We find security in divisions nationally, religiously, ideologically, politically and financially, to name a few. We have found such security as this for so long, from the birth of all time, that we now automatically function this way and we seem to hold no possibility for consideration of any other way of life. We are a cursed race, and the curse of our people, are our very own actions. We seek security in what brings our lives to insecurity.
Divided from each other as we have evolved our lives to be, living in memories as we do, we have found our security in protecting our lives from so named ‘others’ from ‘others’ who are doing exactly the same thing, against us. We find our security behind our flag, our peculiar religious symbology, our political ideology. We find security living as part of a group. The group may be very large in number, as the race of Chinese people following a communist ideology, is very large in number, or it may be small in number, but the fact that we find security in a group which does not include us all, is the beginning of all our troubles.
We form into these groups, large and small, because we seek psychological security. The nature of our psychological approach to life this day is ideological, thought based, imaginary, memory in continuity. A road so well-travelled, the path has almost disappeared, and the feet which tread this path are blistered and covered in sores.
This well-travelled road has become familiar to our lives, so familiar, that we never venture into the wilderness of the unknown, beyond the boundaries of our accepted educated traditional life divisions. We remain walking the paths of our ancestors, leading our children down the same road of never ending suffering and death. The end result of all division is always conflict, and the dead are left lying on the battlefields of all continuing time, as every mother’s heart breaks open and weeps eternally. This, has been our lot. This, is our lot. And unless we change, merge with machine or not, this will forever be our lot.
We imagine we are involved in an act of 'progress', we take comfort in our inventions and our newly opening world of possibilities which the expansion of knowledge inevitably comes to offer. But knowledge is always limited, always old, no one can know anything, other than what has already past, and so, finding value in the divisive continuity of how we have always lived, we carry our divisive pasts with us eternally, a divisive past of divisions and so, a divisive past of conflict. War has never left our side. And so peace, has always been an unknown, for peace cannot be found where there is division, leading to war.
Knowledge is ever and always limited; this is intrinsic to the nature of knowledge. It can be nothing else. Knowledge is ever partial, never complete, there is always more to know. Knowledge is founded on the ground of past remembered and educated experiences, and no one in this world this day or in days to come, or in days past ever has had ability to experience all there is to experience. And so the ground of knowledge we act upon, is limited, and what is limited if acted upon operates in an overbearing shadow of immense ignorance, an ignorance of that which eternally remains unknown, by virtue of never having been experienced. No one can experience everything. And so no one can know everything. Acting on this limitation of stored experience, which is knowledge, which is thought, leads us to acting in great ignorance.
Every thought you think, is a movement within this limitation, and so a movement within a much larger field of ignorance. And when we act in ignorance to the consequences of our actions, we bring great suffering to our world. And we do, bring great suffering to our world. Who else? Leaders?
Leaders are put in place by us, blindly, (and fatally), trusted by us. Why do we feel the eternal need to 'be led', why have we no responsibility for our own lives? Is it because we have no understanding of our mind, no peace in our hearts, no love in our lives? No understanding of life and death itself? Why do we place others in the driving seat of our own lives?
These, are the experienced.
The long standing, the traditional. Those, who have arrived and come to dominate, virtue of a combination of self interest and monopolisation of resources, beliefs and ideologies over time.
We say we learn by experience, yet we have lived through millennia after millennia of 'being led', and not one political or religious leader has led us from the eternally suffering ever present overcast clouds of war. Rather these have all led us here, and we have diligently followed.
For we find security, where there is none. And we still find security in such following of the lead of the time established, so please, I pray to you in absolute desperation, tell me, how exactly do we learn from experience? We have the experience of 15,000 prior wars spanning the past 6,000 years of our recorded history, have we learned a single thing from this vast stored bank of experience? Other than how to kill each other more effectively?
If so, why is our world at war today?
We have followed religious leaders for as long as we have followed political leaders, and such men have never brought an end to our conflicts, suffering or war. In a time long gone, religious leader and political leader were one and the same man. Despite the many centuries of repetitive protestation that a man lives his life in love and care, in concern for the lives of others, our world is still, as our world has always been. Full of hatred, lacking in compassion, lacking in any care for another. Full of self-interest. A world where a little child so innocent dies every five seconds from starvation, and thirty six trillion is laid to waste in tax havens, for the delights of a few who call themselves philanthropists. And we have accepted this all as orderly. For our need to be led outweighs our concern to open our eyes and see.
Because seeing this, not understanding the conceptual words of this, will break your heart open.
Self-love, denies the love of another, who is identical in nature, to oneself. And this self-love, is perhaps the root of all divisions responsible for so many others. We are one people.
Until we come to see this we are also, our own enemy.
We have reduced love to 'self' love, and also to the pleasure, lust driven meeting of a member of the opposite sex, perhaps even of the same sex, as seems to be enthusiastically encouraged today. This has become what we have come to reflect as our understanding of love.
“I love you”.
A phrase suffice to impart a hidden fear and a total lack of understanding of what love actually might be.
Is love a thing to be possessed in the gulf of a division between a 'me' and a 'you'? Is love turned on and off to our hearts desires, culminating in sexual pleasure? Is love only represented in life in the satisfaction of physical pleasure, in the repetitive act of carnal delights?
We are not condemning sex; far from it, we are questioning its place in life. Sex has a place in life, as thought, has a place in life.
'Let’s make love' we might actually excitedly come to say. In all seriousness, 'let's make love.' Is this act, the action of making of love? Were it so easy, to come upon love in life as this. If it were, our world would be surely far different than it is today. All we would need do to bring into existence a loving world, is jump into bed as often as time allows.
Though two may be drawn to this act through a sense of deep inward connection, and this act may be an outer expression of an inner meeting of hearts and minds, a glorious flowering of a shared passion in meeting life, a shared view of life, a shared responsibility for life, a mutual meeting of the polarities of life in shared celebration of a deeper foundation, so rarely, is this the case.
For most of us, this act is the cornerstone of the beginning of a continually dulling relationship, demanding repetition, repetitively occupying the mind. As beliefs repetitively occupy the mind, as fear repetitively occupies the mind, past and future, word after word, image after image, desire, after desire.
An occupied mind, is never free. We have it all back to front and upside down, the sky has fallen, and the ground is nowhere to be seen.
The sexual act may be an expression of love, for this act, is the action of the continuity of life itself. It is, a part of life. But life itself, is born from love. The 'making' of love is not in the hands of any man. Neither in his brain of constant meaningless repetition, as 'loving' as he imagines it to be.
Is this why we are so confused in this area of life? In every area of life? This potential act. of potential so great a meaning, a physical marrying of two of greater value than any wedding vow, entered into without a foundation of love, is meaningless, a mere demand for a continuity of pleasure, and so full of fear. Fear, is the other side of the coin, of pleasure. And pain, is it’s shadow, forever waiting patiently in the wings to darken the ecstasy of this 'love'.
In such an approach to life, so empty of any true meaning, do our lives become when those we profess to so 'love', turn their eyes in any another direction towards another. We demand to be exclusively loved. We demand to be the only one. You, are 'my' love. Only, 'mine'. We now fall well short when it comes to loving, ourselves. Our love does not allow for such freedom in the life of the other we profess to love. So full of hate, so full of jealousy, so full of anguish, so full of pain can our lives become, when the love we hold, seeks to be free. And so we place the lives of another in bondage. And we name this bondage love. I love you so much, I cannot allow you to be free.
Does this attachment to another and the pleasurable desire the use of them fulfils, a repetitive act of a restless mind, fill a hole we carry inwardly, consequence of our own lack of understanding of our own lives? Is it that we are empty inside, and so seeking to fill that emptiness in the possession of another, and that this other, upon leaving, reveals the inner void previously escaped from?
Is it that the other, the one we profess to love, breaking this connection, reveals the emptiness which was always there, covered over by what we came to call love? Is it that this deeply pleasurable act, so passionate in nature, so all consuming, is the only place we have ever found in life, to truly lose ourselves?
We become imprisoned by what we call love in such circumstances. Love becomes nothing other than a repetition, and a repetition has no quality of anything new to be found. And love, is always new. This fatal misunderstanding of the nature of love, deeply encouraged by society, positioned on a pedestal, has placed our lives in a greater cage. We are no longer free if we depend on another. And how can that which neither allows nor tastes any freedom, ever profess to love?
We come to confuse love with attachment. We become attached to the other, as we become attached to a nation, a religious belief, or an ideology. We become attached to people. And we profess to love, but the love we hold is an imposter, and true love can never be found if we continually cling to this imposter. We mistakenly imagine we have found love. Believing ourselves to be in possession of this miracle, what need to ever find, to question and seek out love?
We grow attached, and so dependant, jealous, restricting of another’s life, for our sense of love demands restrictions and warrants observation of the behaviour of the other. Is this all love? This love knows pain and suffering, jealousy and ultimately, if thwarted, can come to violence. Can any of these exist alongside love? Or is love only found in negation of all of this? In negation of what love is not, only, can we ever come to find love.
And we have become attached to one side of the coin of life itself, for we have divided life from death and death from life. Yet without any ending, that which continues meets constant increasing decay, and has lost all quality of life in which ending, which is death, which is love, is ever found.
If anything, we are a deeply confused race of people. Educated to be. Dumbed down by the assurances of others in all areas of life in preference of allowing our own understanding of our own lives to grow to meet intelligence.
There are no words this day reflective of any truth greater than this. Because we have lived on the acceptances of a deeply confused society which has led our lives, our hearts and our minds, to the most barren of places. To an acceptance of lies as truths, of insecurity as security and of dependency and a continuity of lustful pleasure, as love. And we continue to be led by the same vampiric energies. Sucking the lifeblood from our veins, in the name of love. We find value in the familiar. And the familiar, is always the old. And the old is never found in love. Love, is always the new.
It is this new our race needs to find. It is love our race needs to find. The old, repeated worn out persuasions we stand upon seeking security carrying, have become the heaviest of all burdens. So long standing, so tired in nature, our acceptances from others for the understanding of our own lives now cripples its way forwards in its never ending continuity casting shadow over all potential understanding.
Promising the earth, bringing us all to our knees in never ending misery. Valuing the valueless, giving importance to where there is none, blind to treasures of life, gifted freely to all. Blind, to the most exotic of all treasure, only to be found in death. In the ending of the false, the true is found. And love accompanies death and truth.
Death of the old is the fertile ground from which abundant love grows.
Don’t be afraid of this word, fear of death is another societal conditioning related to an acceptance that life is continuity lived from past to future. What continues is of the past, and life carries no past. Life is not found in past or future; life is only found now. Death, is the home of love. Never to accumulate, never to be attached, free to move, to live, to love, and to die. Free to care for all, free to love all, unchained to limited self interest, home of the accumulated past. Un-pained by self concerns. Uncaring for the continuity of what came before, or for days not yet here, for things past or yet to come. A meeting of life as it is now. Neither holding on nor pushing away. How can you hold or push away the living? It is itself in constant movement. Love is found in the meeting place of true religion, in the home of the sacred, in the birth place of all there ever was and all there ever will be. Love is found now. Unfortunately, we all live somewhere else.
We live primarily in the past. Thought arises from memory, and memory, is the past. We value this past most of all, we have built our home here. We value continuity of life of this past, and what can continues, other than what came before, which, to life, is already over, and so already dead to life.
This continuity of living on dead matter forgotten to life has become the gifted position of all authority, so blind are we to the actual nature of universal order. And so we have become followers of an order which is a disorder, and dependant on this authority, for in our empty hearts we have no order, we have no understanding of life, and we have no love to give. Though we profess to love, and we even claim to be capable of ‘making love’, love is never born in, or from the the human mind. For the human mind, the old, is memory, is a continuity of the past, and love is a quality of creation found only in the present moment. The two can never meet. The past must end, for the present to be met.
Thought is memory, memory is knowledge, and this is the worn out ground of all of our lives, divided between us all, as our past has been eternally divided between us all, virtue of our valuing our infernal continuity more than seeing the necessity of bringing continuity to an end. If we do not bring continuity to an end, continuity, will bring us, to an end.
We fear ending continuity more than anything else, the ending of what we are, which is what we have been told we are, nationally, religiously, in name, the name underlying the gathering of memories piled in futile continuity.
Death ends this continuity of the conceptually accepted yet never verified.
As beautiful as a name can be, and some certainly are, the name does not hold the quality of the life it represents.
We all know we are to meet physical death, perhaps if the insanity prevalent in continuing authority, driven by the continuing insanity of our lives allowing it to, has its way, many of our physical deaths may come a lot sooner than we had hoped for. There has never likely been throughout all of time, a more important time than now, that our race comes to understand the true meaning of death.
For this world needs love, and love, is only found in death.
And there is unimaginable beauty here, in death, beyond the touch of any woman by any man, or any man by any woman, or any other combination arising within desires of the long suffering human heart. Seeking love where love cannot be found. Seeking life by living in a continuity of days long gone.
Need we then wait for the inevitable ending of our lives to meet love?
Is death only a matter for the physical body?
We are living in continuity of more than this, are we not? We are psychological beings as well as physical. In fact, we identify more with our psychological natures than we do our physical manifestation. We question, will I survive after death?
The 'I' in this question, is centre placed within the movement of inner thinking. A societal conditioning, a pattern to be followed, a security which denies security by virtue of conceptually dividing us all. Can this inner psychologically self centred existence, come to meet its death? Can the past ever end? Can life, begin anew? The cost of love is to meet it empty of self. Entering heaven is only possible when a man is born again.
For the astutely perceptive, the value of this will immediately be seen. Few likely, are so astutely perceptive. We have been deeply conditioned by our society, not to be. The perceptive are a danger to the continuity of the old, for the established authority inevitably found here, in the continuity of any divided society, will come to be challenged. It may, fall from grace. As it must. True order finds it roots difficult to establish in a life dictated.
We live on a ground of words and images, arising from memories, arising from knowledge, gathered from the past. This is a continuity in psychological time which will end on physical death for us all. But if we do not end this before physical death, this gathered continuing past structure of psychological divisive continuity, will continue, as it always has. Unchanged, constantly progressing in time. Contaminating the lives of all of humanity, as it ever has done.
The brain of mankind has evolved through millions of years, and this pattern of seeking security in knowledge has become a security to the human brain, a security offering only insecurity which none bar the very few have ever found release. And these few, in our seeking of the continuity of what came before, have of course, been turned into the continuity of an authority. Freedom, has come to be represented by a cage.
A world of unseen beauty, immeasurable space and unknowable mystery exists in front of your eyes. At every moment of your life existence. Yet the depth and strength of the past you carry within, arising from a societal conditioned programmed automatic structure, permits only a highly limited view of this abundant majesty.
We are standing in an oasis of life and death, never quenchable, limitless, timeless, and sacred in nature and we live in continuing state of great thirst, depravity and longing.
We are a lost race, and we can never be found, until that which has led us in the wrong direction, comes to an end and ceases to dominate our lives.
Death, the ending of what you are psychologically, is the only thing which holds any chance of meeting an ever loving sacred creation. You must change or there will be no change. The sacred has no continuity, its life and death are one and the same, and so it never suffers the pains of age, it never fears death, nor ill health, nor anything, for it carries no past which it holds to and compares the present by. It has no future to lust towards or to be disappointed by. It places no value in continuing progression. It is free to meet itself as it is, and this, is the only truth, which can ever be.
Why did our race come to make such a mistake as to value the conceptual over and above the true? This question may be answered, but perhaps, this is not such an important question, perhaps, we need now, at this very moment, (when else is there?), this very moment, turn our eyes to the problem and never stop looking until we find an understanding of the problem, so that the actual meaning lying behind the word ‘death’ is found.
Until we bring our lives to change.
To do so, we must let go of everything we know about death. In understanding death, if we can do so, we will find the meaning behind the word life, for life, is found in death. The death of the continuity of our pasts into an eternally projected conceptual future, which like all futures, never arrives.
Can the psychological continuity of mankind, which is your continuity, the never ending stream of words and images coming from the past, lusting and fearing into the future, come to a complete ending?
Come to meet death?
This continuity is the continuity of the human psychological 'self', the 'ego', and this inner movement, a central part of your life, of every human life, for we all share the same consciousness, is found in the words and images which daily occupy your mind. Of every mind.
This is also in equal measure and reflective cast the authority of our shared divisive conflicted outer existence. The churches and temples, the mosques and synagogues of our outer world, and all others, which have built their foundations on the beliefs and dogmas, the words and images handed down over thousands of years, father to son, mother, to daughter. The nations we shelter behind, the flags we wave, and the politicians we everlastingly hope will bring peace and order to our shared life experiences, gain their elevated stature and meaning to our lives from our inner psychological beliefs in them.
The printed paper we have come to call wealth, the fake medicines we have been persuaded to consume, the so many lies we have been encouraged to accept as truths, which promise at best a meaningless continuity of a deeply suffering divided life existence, all exist because of our inner accepted educated conceptualised assurances that they offer to life security, where none can truly be found.
Authority is not only external to our lives, this enemy of mankind, a divisive time based approach to life, eternally becoming, has for a long time controlled the actions of our hearts and minds.
Perhaps, as long as time itself has existed.
Time is the movement of thinking. Thought is knowledge, and all knowledge is carried from the past. You can only know, what is past. A movement which divides us and leads our lives into conflict, limited as it is, divisive as it is, for no one has the same past experiences. A foundation of gathered knowledge from limited past life experiences dividing us all which has built this continuing horror of our suffering world. Thought has a place. Memory has a valuable place in life. This, is not it.
If we seek to bring any meaningful change to our world, we must understand this fact. Our world has been built from the root of a continuity of living on this ground of this conditioned, automated psychological activity. Divisive in nature, commonly known as thought.
Thought guides our lives, and so thought is responsible for the meaningless violent suffering world we find our lives lived within. Until this inner phenomenon ends, dies, until this action based on learned and gathered educated and programmed conceptual divisions comes to an end, obviously, our world will never know peace, no matter the amount of Great Resets it meets.
No matter how much it professes to love.
The ending of the old, is the only possibility for the beginning of the new. And the new is the ground of the sacred, and the sacred births the quality of true love our lives, our world and our hearts have never yet met, regardless of how many times such words fall from our lips from in inner self interested desires to hold something (or someone) of perceived physical beauty to cover over the absolute lack of any such quality of beauty or love we innately hold within.
The process is one of negation.
Seeing the danger, that thought is founded on division, will lead to hesitation prior to acting on every thought. Will lead to questioning, before acting, to looking, before leaping.
Thought, must come to end, for this inner incessant movement is root of all movements of divisive continuity of time which is destroying our race. The human mind must come to meet the vast space of inner silence, and thought needs to find its right place. Time, is thought and thought builds its continuity from things past seeking improvement into a conceptual future. We name this movement progress. 'Build back better' is the latest destructive movement in this infinitely long line of human continuity of division, and utter, soul destroying lack of love.
An interesting minor deviation. According to Krishnamurti, the original etymological meaning of the word 'progress', was to 'enter into enemy territory, fully armed.' Sounds about right.
Can you freely, without any choice, begin right now, to watch thinking?
This is the beginning activity, to know oneself.
Observation of 'oneself', (the same nature as every 'self'), leads to knowing oneself. And to knowing every other self.
All we hold as meaningful this day, must come to be deeply questioned. And observed incessantly, to establish it's value or otherwise, to our lives. The tentacles of our societal values, which is immorality, have tangled their web around our minds and hearts.
We travel this journey with the sharpened pointed sword of awareness, (without choice), in one hand, and the shield of a questioning mind, in the other. Aware, that that which is questioning, is that which needs to end. The thinker, is found nowhere other than in a movement within thought. And thought is corrupted, divided between thinker and thought. This inner division, leads to inner conflict. See this, accept nothing. I could be insane. Or even worse, I could be a politician.
Only your observation and your questioning can lead you here, into this dark room of isolation which connects you to all other members of the human race, into this unseen world which drives the seen, into the very foundation of all of a gloriously corrupt and immoral society. Into this longing agonised inner nature of ever seeking security, denying the very security being sought.
If you are persistent in nature and diligent in application, if you are stubborn and demand to understand the truth of life and death for itself, by itself, if you accept the words of no man, including this man, then you will inevitably begin the process of awakening intelligence. And ultimately, this intelligence, neither yours nor mine, shall lead your life to vision.
You shall come to see that all action to heal any wound, born from this divisive storehouse of memories, was only ever the continuity of the wounds sought to heal. You shall come to see that the other, was always ever only a part of what you are. And in the closest of observations of this absolute fact, you will come to see, that psychologically, the thinker is the thought, there never was any inner division.
You have suffered psychologically because you have lived on the accepted words, beliefs, and ideologies of others, in preference to the life found in finding out for yourself and standing on the only true ground of understanding possible. The understanding of life for and by yourself.
All conflict in your life, may at long last come to an end. And this ending will be the first step of the ending of all conflict in the lives of all of humanity in all of time. And this first step will be the last. And the conflicted ground of all of humanity will have undergone an important change, it will have lessened its burden by virtue of even one life having vacated this stream of chaotic division in psychological continuity of the past.
A small beginning perhaps, but a vital one, for there is no greater passion to be found in any word than in the words of one who has seen life as it is. There is no greater sign in life, (not to be followed), but to be torn to pieces, until the same understanding has pierced the walls of time enclosing your suffering heart. Such words are never to be translated, but listened to, and deeply questioned, never to be followed but to be verified, and when so done, to be acted upon. To be found to be representative of truth or not, either way, one comes to ones own understanding.
And with every and any action questioned, leading to any level of understanding, on this path of negation of all paths, human consciousness itself is entering the process of a revolution.
There is a chance for our race.
A chance to end, that we may begin again, free from the limitations of all authority, outer, and inner.
This chance is not to be found in any 'future', which is a mere modified continuity of what came before. It is in the denial of a future and coming to find the capacity of meeting life without a past.
Meeting life, as it is.
The world met as it is, need no memories of as it was, nor does it need any ideology of how it is yet to be. Here, is found the meeting place for all. Truth, is the same house, for every man. The world as we think about it is our divided war-torn ground of so many countless tears.
It can never be anything other than this, unless we change, and all change is found, in the death of what came before. The revolution we need, is within. And we are all, every single one of us, responsible for this.
Where duality exists this day, duality need come to be seen as one. And deeper than this, this one, must come to die into nothing. As life, and death are unknowable and unnameable, and as that which is constantly renewing, is forever nothing.
Nothing holds all.
The space between the planets is the quality of life which makes their existence even possible. Life is death, death is love, all held in indescribable beauty.
All within reach, for the human mind which has come to understand itself.
LOVE IS COMPLETE IN ITSELF
The problem with our race is a simple one. So simple it is extremely difficult to see. We like to overcomplicate things, diligently trained, programmed for so very long have we been, that anything of any value, may only come into life at the end of much effort and long standing toil.
Life itself flies in the face of all this, for life itself is a gift. A gift we have trodden upon in our infernal desires for more. What could be considered more, by a life born to all it needs? What more could there ever be? And why did we ever come to make such a confounded mistake as the one we certainly have made?
To seek to improve upon, and so move our lives away from the sphere of all creation, of life as it is, only to be met in the present moment?
All life is born in an environment which support that life. It is for man, as it is for fish, as it is for a mountain lion or an arctic fox. It is so for the spider, the ant and the toad, and no. I am not talking of any politician here. The kind, that lives around muddy pools and water. All life is born from an environment which supports that life, might be a more accurately phrased sentence.
It is very strange to hear anyone asking the question ‘where did I come from?’ So strange is this and so revealing to how far we have lost any understanding of what we are, the ill effect of willingly turning our lives into machines always seeking to gather more and to better upon perfection. We came, from here, and we, are this. And what does that mean? As Alan Watts once so eloquently put it, and forgive me for I paraphrase a little: ‘as an apple tree 'apples', the earth, 'peoples’.
We have grown from here, we are here, over millennia we have grown from here, from the dust and the rocks, over millions and millions of years, a process named 'evolution', although the word does so little to portray the longstanding growth of the human body and brain, of which we are. From the simplest of bacteria, we have grown, cells building and constantly dividing, this world has grown itself into us. For the earth is a living thing, our mother, is a living thing, and all life upon her, are her children. And children, share a similar quality to their parents, and good parents, provide everything their children need to grow.
I should extrapolate a little more here, it is not only the earth which is our mother, we have a father, and we have many other relatives which have set the path and allowed for the possibility of our existence to arise. Without the Sun, we would all die very quickly. Bill Gates and others are discussing blocking the Sun and building an artificial replacement. Eternal and infinite are the blind ideologies which come from men who have no understanding at all of life. Rarely, are wisdom and numerical wealth found together, easier for a camel to pass through the eye of needle, than any rich man Jesus said, and with good purpose and understanding. If your whole life is lived in self interest, little energy is left, for the understanding of life, as it is. A learned pattern, is taking predominant precedence. And there are many, so many Bill Gates in this world. So many it makes you want to cry.
In a sense, the Sun is a part of our being as vital as any vital organ we could never live without. Why then do we not see life this way? Because we live in words and we have come to view what we are as an isolated bag of words and images held within the temporary structure of skin, and bones. A semi permanent bag of words and images, concepts and beliefs, wrapped in a bag of skin, for a short duration of measured time. We were educated to this, programmed, brainwashed to this. We are not this; we are so much more than this. At least, we have potential to be, we are however living as this today. Living within the illusions of how we have been brainwashed to see our lives. We are living in an infinitely limited understanding, and so within an infinite limitation of what we actually are.
The word 'Universe' itself, etymologically originally meant ‘one song’. One activity. Not billions of activities unrelated to all others in life and death competing against each other for who gets to dominate over the other in a duration of conceptual time. This, of course, would be a rather chaotic song, and for mankind, his life and death has become this. A chaotic lack of melody in a Universe of operatic splendour. A screaming in your face cranked up volumed deafening death metal verse and chorus without ending, rather than an operatic delight which dances its way through the mystery of it all.
We have been so misled. And we live within the laid down words, beliefs, images and concepts of our own misleading, which we now gain a sense of illusory security from living within.
We have been misled, not only in our lifetimes, the misleading goes back thousands of years, I wonder at times, shall we ever be anything else? Shall we ever live in any other way than in the ever present darkness of deep illusions?
Words have led us here. Something so simple, but simplicity ever gives rise to the complex, as our original propensity to hit each other over the head with clubs, has given rise ultimately to the nuclear bomb, and God knows whatever other weapons of mass destruction our governments salivate over, hidden from our eyes, promising a life of never ending war. Words have led us here, to this darkest of places. And words are so powerful they might actually bring about the entire destruction of all of our lives. No truer words ever spoken than these: 'The pen, is mightier than the sword.' It is not the pen of course which is mightier, it is the words it writes.
Words are so important to us. In the word ‘God’, lies our understanding of the nature of all, lies our placing of the ultimate of all order in a life in which we have otherwise found no order at all. The word ‘love’ is equally important to our ears. We translate this word into the meaning of that which we feel, when we feel, magnetically attracted to another person. For a moment, I was going to say the opposite sex, but times change, and the wise change with them.
We have two loves. We all know too well the undeniable attraction to another, an immense physical attraction, if lucky, a subsequent meeting of mind and heart, the inarguable pull just the look of that one person may exert upon the heart and drive into imagery within the mind. Interestingly, and thankfully in equal measure, we do not all see the same attraction for the same people. Were it so, life, would perhaps be a lot more of a battlefield than it even is. ‘Falling in love’, is a complex issue, a plunging into an unknown, fraught with hidden dangers. Both parties may be beneficiaries to the most wonderful of life embellishments, both may be equally cursed. Often, there is a combination of these two, most relationships carry a play of the negative and the positive. From here, we seek balance.
Society provides us with a pattern of recognition of the beautiful. And so we come to meet the ugly. And this is all so conceptual in nature, today, a curvy, or thin woman might be consider more attractive than those carrying an ample supply of body fat. It was not always the case, as classic paintings of historical beauty adequately display.
But whatever the fashion at any particular time, the most positive edge of the spectrum of measurement of the scale of acceptable beauty has been established, and the other side of the scale comes along for the ride. This is so with all in our world of words. Up creates down, good creates bad, noble, creates ignoble, and love, well, love, brings along jealousy, fear and hurt for the ride. How could we know our position in life, if we did not have a comparative measurement to judge it by? If all is 'up', then 'up' disappears, because there is no 'down' for 'up' to be measured against, and so no need for an 'up'.
'Falling in love', for so many of us, leads to a train wreck in our lives. What at first seemed to be the most essential, an attraction which could never be negated and pointless to try, can in time turn into a rather disappointing affair. Divorce statistics qualify this fact. The attraction for so many, soon becomes at best a commonplace and a friendship may endure, over the course of time to set into a patterned routine of daytime work and night time television, with the only meeting place being a repetitive regularly demanded meeting of physical pleasure, agreed between both contractual parties. Alongside of course, periodic quarrels and arguments, conflicts and name calling, (we are human after all), whatever that word means.
For many more, love, soon finds its accompanying measures of jealousy, pain, hurt, fear, and hate. 'Crimes of passion' have their roots grown firmly established in the initial joy found in 'falling in love'. 'Love thwarted is a powerful adversary' and 'hell hath no fury like a woman scorned'. Although, I do not think such scorned fury is only held in the hands of the fairer polarity of our species.
All this is 'love', apparently. And the potential for all of this measured morality, is what we receive, when at first all we see is unimaginable beauty and infinite enticement.
This must be the case for so many, but not for all. I so hope, not for all. For a minority, an appreciation of the companionship of another may truly flower into something beyond the initial pull of physical attraction. Most attraction towards this human recognised meaning of the word love, begins with this, a physical attraction. It must. Who would even ever in the first instance, seek to approach another in search of a meaningful relationship without this initial attraction? However, if this is all to be found, as time develops relationship, this can become a shallow affair.
But if two people can meet in the central psychological world of thought, and this is far easier said than done, a spontaneous appreciation of the nature of another meeting of life, more so than anything which need be cultivated, then a physical partnership can indeed perhaps be possible in the unfolding of the wings of initial human attraction into a love without the so many potential stings present in the tail inherent when only physical attraction is the road to direct the travel.
A meeting of minds, what does this even mean? Mind, is words. Words, images, (images are words) and emotions. All, closely related and interdependent. All, knowledge based, all arising from the past. An absolute essential requirement for traversing the many twists and turns of a life, for so many, this inner automatic pilot, can come to bring life to deep despair. Too often, for too many, thought acts in ways not welcome or desired. Ever wonder why?
Thought can lead a life into the deepest of depressions, into anxiety, psychological suffering, torment and a pain as great as any physical pain might come to be experienced. Thought can deceive and make of life a meaningless affair. Thought brings fear in equal measure to pleasure. And thought, as it is today, is divided. And this division is between the thinker and the thought. It is also of interest to notice that as we act on thinking, and thinking is greatly divisive between us, it is this divisive ground which gives rise to the relationship, (or lack of), between human beings we come to call 'society'.
This psychological division between thinker and thought is not true, in the sense of it is not really a division of any substance. Think now, as you read these words, of the face of someone you have loved, or someone, you think you have loved. A present relationship, or one meaningful from the past, or one you hope for in future days. Remain with the image a while, notice, if this image of this person increases emotion within your body, likely towards the gut. ‘Butterflies in the stomach’, I believe is the term used. Is the image you hold now something totally separate and divided from the psychological factor which is observing the image? Of course not. I asked you to create the image. You are the image. Thought created the image out of memory. It is a part of you. Memory, is a part of you. And you are the observing component of the mind, what, in the dark ages of psychological understanding as we live in, has come to be known as the thinker of thoughts. A permanent entity, apparently.
The thinker has continuity, or at least, we think the thinker has continuity, birth to death, and we all hope, following a life as long as is physically possible, for something to continue after death. Just not hell, though the fear of hell does little to impact our behaviour in this life, as little as the promise of reincarnation of this thinker does, in the eastern world. We believe in such things, but they do not modify our behaviour to suit the images we believe in.
The 'thinker' is a process of evolution, or so we think. Something held within the long corridors of time, in constant improvement, religiously minded, or not, political, or not certainly self interested, on the long path of duration towards eternity, infinity, a journey to move beyond death, and ultimately, to reach understanding of all. To sit on the right hand side of God. Or to reach enlightenment, the understanding of all things, as all things are.
I want you to again return to the satisfying warmth of the image of the love of your life, whether in your life presently or not. Please imagine lying by a water’s edge, on a soft blanket, in a bed made of daisies, in long grass, not far from the waters edge, hand in hand, watching white clouds float across the deepest of blue skies. You see how easy it is for thought to enter into the imaginary? You see how this imaginary, pulls you like a magnet towards itself? Now, let’s open Pandora’s box a little, just for a little peep, or as we might say in my original Scottish tongue, let’s take a little 'keek.'
I am going to take the plunge and tell you a truth about yourself. This is not my truth, this is not an opinion to read about and argue over in lengthy intellectual discourse. Truth lives way beyond all such possibilities. And the beauty of truth is that it can be stated categorically and without fear. It is the responsibility of any man who comes to see any truth to do so. Without fear, though many, lost in their opinions, will stand arguing to their dying day, that this is not so. Truth is frequently denied and so rarely understood. Ever has this been the case.
The beauty of truth is that no man can lay claim to it. It belongs to no one, and so is not a thing to be coveted. It cannot be searched for, or acquired. Truth, is simply, found in 'what is'. And meeting 'what is' is a process of revelation, not a process of search. Truth, is the same for every man, and so here, we find the solid ground of understanding needed to heal all our societal and personal wounds. Truth is remarkable. But to come upon this ultimate jewel, this beauty which changes life forever, which revolutionises any man's heart and mind, what is not true, must come to end. For truth can never be witnessed by anyone who maintains in holding onto a lie.
Back to that plunge.
Look at your 'love'. Look at this inner image you hold within. This is an abstraction, is it not? Your lover has not jumped into and occupied the cells of the brain. This, is an image. A conceptual representation of actual form.
Be it the closest of meaningful relationships, a lover or otherwise, look at this inner image representing outer form, processed within and by the memory cells of the brain. Now, I want to point something out, which is so valuable to see and so useless to accept and repeat without seeing. The truth repeated without seeing it for yourself, is the most devious of all lies.
What you think of as you, this seeming inner centre of your being, this substance which your world revolves around, is of identical nature to the image you now hold of the person you imagine you love. Read that last statement as many times as you need to get to see the direction the words are pointing towards.
The observer of thinking, the thinker of thoughts, is a movement within thought. A repetitive longstanding, groove forming habit of the brain it has historically, traditionally and been brainwashed by societal education to find meaning living within. This is an inner image constructed from the totality of past experiences your life has passed through. The thinker, is a movement within thought. You do not think thoughts, thoughts, think you.
This is not ideological, not anything conceptual, not an opinion I am asking you to accept. I detest opinions, the man whose life certainty stands on opinion, is nothing other than a contributor to the chaotic world we all meet today. This is a truth, and a truth is not to be analysed, nor to be turned into conceptual images or words, though one must use such conceptual words and imagery, to point out an observed truth to another, once it has been firmly established in your own life.
This is an incredibly important realisation.
The realisation of this truth has potential to change your life and to change this world. For the understanding of this one inward confusion, ripples like an ocean wave, altering the tension of the whole of the ocean. If you, if the thinker, is not a permanent entity responsible for every word, image and emotion arising in the brain, if the nature of the observer is of the same quality as all other inner movement, and most importantly, if this is seen, then all inner conflict may come to an end. All inner conflict, in the nature of fear, anxiety, depression, is centred around this inner concept of continuing self. Self-interest, inevitably, gives birth to self-pity and self-concern. And all three, deny the potential for a different kind of love, than the love found in the arms of any lover, as delightful and meaningful, (or not), as such an action may be found to be.
An incessant detached passionate observation of the movement of inner thinking, may lead a mind to come to witness the actual functioning processes of inner thinking. Societal conditioning of the mind, is being revealed. As it actually is. Not as any psychologist assures it to be so, not according to Freud, Jung, or any other. This is far more valuable than taking courses or reading books. When you read a book about the mind, you are reading the authors considerations, which will act as an unnecessary filter, later distorting and prejudicing your own view. There is little need for such an irrelevancy. You have everything you need to look directly. You have a brain functioning and you have the capacity to observe.
This can be arduous work. We have lived for thousands of years, over millennia after millennia and the psychological state of the human brain has been abandoned, this field is overgrown and so full of weeds. It may be a desirable pastime to sit for hour after hour imagining the gentle caresses of a lover, imagining the meeting of two human beings who care deeply for the lives of each other, a process which raises the physical vibrational plane to a seemingly higher level of operation. But the mind is populated by many other issues than only those most pleasing.
The human mind is a movement of and in human memory. It is the same for all of us, a communal ground our entire human existence stands upon in its continuing unrestful existence. When you look at your inner psychological nature you are looking at the entirety of the psychological state of all of humanity. Perhaps now, you may begin to be seeing why things have gone so dreadfully wrong for all of us. You are looking at what is in charge of all, and what is in charge, is itself in a state of disorder. Divided, pleasure seeking, desirous, isolated, fearful and ambitious. Self interested.
Perhaps the next thing you might see is that any potential which holds any value to put things right, must begin here, at the very root position of the growth of every problem. At the root of the human self. This is the point of change which will affect every other.
We have arrived at the root of all of life's problems. Thought drives action and divisive self interested action has built our divided world.
Another kind of love lives out of reach of a mind which lives in psychological time, for thought is psychological time, thought is memory, you can think of nothing which you have not previously experienced. And as you act on that experience, (ever limited, ever divided), in mechanical obedience to an educated and traditionally accepted patterned approach to life of becoming something in a conceptually projected future, living on the other scale of measurement of psychological time, you are doomed to leading your life in a repetitive modified continuity of what came before.
Living this way, we can do nothing other, than repeat the past, in modified form.
Love is found everywhere, to a mind which has, even for a moment, found capacity to suspend its own inner talkative image building nature, which is the nature of all of humanity. A different kind of love to the arms of a lover, as pleasing as those arms may be. A love which is found in creation, in death of self, and a life lived without continuity and without seeking future gratification. To receive this life, we need let go. We need die to all that we have accumulated and carried. We need end the continuity of our past. But first we must understand what perpetuates the continuity of that which we hold. This, is thinking.
The beginning of this process is in the realisation that the thinker is the thought. So remain here, until this is clearly seen, for when it is, clearly seen, the ability for the first time to freely observe the movements of thinking, without interference by an outside observer imagining him or herself to be eternally divided from thoughts, will enter your life.
A path is opening.
A path offering the view, once found, to see life as it is. Not as it is imagined, claimed, believed in, or asserted to be. As it is. The first step here, is the last step. The beginning of the journey, is the destination to be reached. In the first step outside of any prison cell, a man finds his freedom.
Once you are free to look, you are free to look at the whole of life. You cannot look freely at the whole of life, if you are continually asserting how it is, based on your learned past experiences, be those the nature of a belief structure, an ideology or an ambition held in perpetual continuity. You can only see the whole of life freely, when all and every inner movement which may distract from clear sight, comes to end. There is nothing more distracting than the inner incessant movement of thinker and thought, held in perpetual division of a false nature which generates its own energy in a continuity of this lie. As we have lived for far too long already.
A lie, which has so far cost the sanity of our race and may even come to cost the lives of all of humanity.
When you value more what thought tells you about life, than life itself as it is, you value the past more than the present, you value the future in equal measure to the past, and the present, which is source of all sacred creation, necessarily is removed from view. Love dies and becomes replaced by pleasure. Freedom becomes a process held within the walls of dictatorial order, and the sky, literally falls to the ground.
Will you walk with me? Will you walk into this unknown dimension of all that is known? Will you turn on the light of perception without choice, that what may be seen living in this dark room, so unexplored to date, may come into clear vision? Whatever it is. Will you stand firm, neither running away from nor running towards anything revealing itself to the light of perception? And will you remain dedicated to such observation to the point of the complete understanding of life as it is?
If so, if you can brave the storms of this inner world so long ignored, so cast aside in eternal futile pursuit of ever becoming something other than we are, if you can bring understanding to this land of infinite ignorance held in such vast knowledge, your life may come to find a meaning beyond words.
And your life may come to be the beginning of the very change this entire world needs to see.
At such a point, if you hold a heart within built from titanium, resting in inexhaustible tenacity, you may yet continue to find delight in the pleasure of the arms of a lover. But it shall not consume your being in the same way as before, neither will it bring your life to inward agonies as jealousy and fear. Or you may not. And it matters not. For love seeks no expression. Because love, is complete within itself.
And that which is complete, is whole, and that which is whole, is holy. The change our world needs to meet is religious in nature.
But you may need to revisit your present understanding of that word.
Image copyright Boardman Robinson - 1916.
the carrot and the stick
I often begin writing by exploring the etymological meaning of a word. I do so, because a word does not hold any meaning within itself, it is merely a pointer to something else. A symbol, a signpost, a direction. As a simple example, the word ‘Door’, is not any actual physical door.
Words are symbols. The reality the symbol of a word points towards is variable and constantly changing. A door may be as small as a door in a dolls house or as large as one might find to the entrance of a 13th century monastery or a Palace. Doors may be a variety of colours and made from a variety of materials. And so, viewed alongside the possibility of destinations any signpost of words may point towards, are a myriad of possibilities.
The actual, is tangible, variable in nature, as closed and inaccessible to the word, as a door itself, may be closed to the outside world. The word, or group of words, do not contain their meaning. They contain a direction to look into, to find something else.
To find the meaning.
From childhood, the importance of the word ‘motivation’, was deeply instilled into our brains. I don’t care what your background in life is, Jew, Arab, Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, American, Iranian, Russian, Chinese, European or African. Or any countless number of other possibilities. Rich or poor. The word is not what it points to. I do hope this has been adequately explained. The word itself is a sound. Letters. A symbol. We must look beyond the word to ascertain any meaning.
Life, is not found in words, it is found in meaning.
The more words, the better the description, the more informative the symbol. The larger the amount of words, the more intricate and complex is the signpost we are to follow to come to an understanding of the meaning of the words. This may be enhanced by studying the etymological recorded meaning of the word, which is the original intended meaning, which provides us with greater understanding, yet, still consisting of words, remains in need of investigation. For no amount of words, no amount of symbols, contain the meaning which is only to be found in the tangible living quality of what it is they point towards.
In this instance, we are investigating the words ‘motivation’ and ‘motive’. Words, with close meaning and belonging to the same family.
The word ‘motivation’, carries an etymological meaning of “act or process of furnishing with an incentive or inducement to action”. The psychological meaning of the word “motivation” etymologically defined is “inner or social stimulus for an action." Sounds about right, and likely few reading this so far would have any cause for disagreement.
We are, of course, building more signposts, but as in the case of a map, the more signposts we find, the easier to arrive at our location, providing they are pointing in the right direction which is not mistaken to be the word being used to point there.
Let’s now look together at the word ‘motive’. In this case we find "something brought forwards, a proposition, assertion, or argument", carrying a meaning of "that which inwardly moves a person to behave a certain way, mental state or force which induces an action of volition". Again, we likely would all nod heads in agreement and recognition that this is an accurate extrapolation to provide greater symbolic meaning to the original solitary isolated symbol of a word.
But still, we have not arrived at the destination, we must be careful not to be caught by the words, or we are living in the nature of the fool whose eyes are glued to the finger of the man pointing at the moon. We are the man who imagines he has travelled the width and breadth of a land surface, by studying a map.
‘Motivation’ – an “act or process of furnishing with an incentive or inducement to action”.
“Incentive” is etymologically defined as "that which moves the mind or stirs the passion," as in the case of a donkey, who has no desire to carry a heavy load on its back for miles, but will gladly and willingly do so if a carrot is offered.
To ‘induce’ etymologically is "to lead by persuasions or other influences," Of course, looking briefly in this etymological focussed direction, we can see these words are very similar in nature.
And so a ‘motivation’, or ‘to be motivated’, means to do something for the sake of something else. Coming back to our poor old donkey, this is to walk for miles with a heavy burden, ever chasing the carrot suspended in front of its face. The carrot provides the stimulus for the desired task of moving a heavy load which could never be completed without it.
One can therefore be motivated to complete a task unsatisfactory to one’s own life by being similarly manipulated by others through the offering of reward, or through fear of punishment.
The carrot and the stick.
Motives are very important in our shared human existence. The motive of providing a wage to support a family is what drives many people to work. A large amount of people finds no enjoyment in their work activity per se, which is within itself often laborious and unsatisfactory, yet the motive of a wage provides the carrot which stimulates action, leading to the desired aim of meeting the goal of financial enough security in life enough to support a family.
At least until recent years, this has been the case.
Having a motive, or 'being motivated', simply means to be involved in an action for the sake of a reward which lies outside of the action itself. It is not the action itself which is rewarding, rather, it is the hope of eating the carrot promised, or the avoidance of the stick threatened.
Every child is educated to this. It is laborious to spend days and nights involved in remembering generally uninteresting information, but the seeking of a high mark on the exam sheet, often rewarded by parents and society alike, becomes the carrot to drive every child forwards. Or not, as the case may be. The ‘successful’ conforming to this pattern is taken to be a sign of innate ‘intelligence’, which of course, is ridiculous.
There is nothing intelligent about complying life actions to meet the demands of others.
Living a life acting on motivations, therefore, is to find the value of life not in the actual daily actions of life, but in reaching the end of those actions and receiving one’s reward. The joy of playing a musical instrument, is lost in preference of becoming a ‘rock star’. The joy and happiness of bringing a sick child’s life to health is lost in preference of a motivation seeking great wealth for doing so, succesful, or not at the task, as the case may be.
The joy of meeting life as it is, as it actually presents to us all, is lost whenever we meet life with a motive. And we have all been educated to this pattern of living, so much so, it has become an automatic process in our brain cells.
And so we have lost the joy of life. Joy in life is found in a love of life, and you cannot love living a life full of actions in which you find no joy in doing.
We build relationships, often not so much relating to all people in our lives, which is only to say meeting accurately without bias the people who live in the shared time and the place we find ourselves alive, but, motivated as we are, as we have been societally brainwashed to be, we now seek a future goal, a reward, in everything we do.
We seek the carrot.
Meaning, we have removed ourselves from the ability to do anything for its own sake. Everyone wants a reward for everything. The more unique the offering, the more useful to others, the greater the reward expected. We can see this in all areas of life.
In the pandemic just passed of questionable origin, vaccinations offering a stated medical solution came at great financial cost. We are not investigating here the efficacy of the pharmaceutical industry's ‘solution’, we are looking into the legitimacy of ordering our lives on motivations, an approach to life in which we all are well involved in. From low to high.
The billions, even hundreds of billions gifted as reward for vaccine production was funnelled into the arms of the pharmaceutical giants who produced them, greatly enhancing the lives of those so invested. The giant carrot at the end of the journey. The motivation for the production of the vaccines. The vaccines themselves, as is always the case when approaching life through a motivation, were likely of secondary interest.
Bill Gates, a man who lives and breathes motivation, who has lived his life directed towards the sole purpose of gathering huge quantities of wealth, (carrots), is one central figure to this entire sorrow filled episode in humanity's history who personally benefitted greatly from the pandemic. There are many others. Political and so named 'scientific'.
No joy, no satisfaction, no happiness, in finding a cure to be found in the action of finding a cure, the motive, has so obviously been the reward. Otherwise, why is it even there? Why is the reward so very high, regardless of the outcome? Do we need a carrot to do anything of benefit for humanity, for our own family? Is the joy of meeting the issue itself, not reward enough, and if not, why not?
Would Mr. Gates have even considered spending his time, energy, practically immeasurable wealth, (previously gathered carrots), in helping his fellow man, had there been no motivating factor? Or was his own stated twenty fold return on investments in the vaccine industry his main focus?
I leave you to listen to the man's own words and to decide.
And yet, if helping a fellow man is the only reward, and none other is expected, nor sought after, are we not then in best possession of an honest action of care and love and relationship to and for others? Is this of no value to our lives? Has our childhood deep indoctrination to motivation so corrupted our lives?
Does the seeking always of a reward outside that offered by meeting the task itself well, not distort life and make life unnecessarily complex, causing us all many problems? Has this practice not resulted in the benefitting this day of only a very few, the most established, the most 'driven', the deeply 'motivated', (as we all are to gathering more and more). Lets divert a little and compare our society to a garden. In our societal garden, these giants are now channeling all water and all nutrition to themselves, let's say, the largest of trees. Inevitably, the garden as a whole thirsts to its demise and the water laden trees themselves eventually come to drown, and so inevitably, the end destination of self interested motivation and its seeking of higher and higher rewards holds within its own movement the inevitable destruction of the whole garden. Is this a sane approach to life? Or one we have accepted without question until now? Is it not time we began to question? Before the whole garden dies?
We are not criticising Mr. Gates, only pointing out the underlying train tracks which our lives have all been glued to travelling upon from a very early age. Brainwashed into, from a very early age. Bill Gates is only one of the world’s most adept in the societal unquestioned art of leading life by a motive, which is so destructive to us all, but we are all operating in the same fashion.
We are all acting in this way. We call this 'seeking success'. Becoming something. Then becoming something more.
Pity the new born child born into a world at a time when all has been previously claimed and stashed into someone's back pocket. Oh, and that date has been forecast, 2030, we all own nothing, and we are all happy. The carrot. If not?
Does the stick await?
We will never be happy until we connect our lives back to their meaning. Living in completion, where and when we are. Going nowhere, other than for the joy of the journey itself.
Our lives miss the joy of living found only when doing something for itself. When acting without a motive, which is to act, without seeking the carrot. Depending upon our own previous and present and yet to come life experiences we will all have our own outlook as to how well the Covid vaccines met their stated aims, to safely protect us from harm. They were practically promised by government and science alike to be so, yet came with no money back guarantees.
My personal view, which I am not trying to encourage anyone to accept, is that the reward given well outweighed the task expected and well missed the assurances given.
In this case, I think the donkey dropped the load before he even began travelling and gobbled up all the carrots.
I personally may be called 'vaccine injured', and I never even took a vaccine. I am a case belonging to the category of what has come to be known as ‘shedding’. I caught Covid four days after receiving a Vitamin C injection from a doctor, (for an unrelated issue), who that very morning had just received a Pfizer booster. (She told me so). I developed Covid symptoms shortly after, was bed ridden for around five weeks and life has been a lot more difficult ever since.
It is now almost one and a half years later, and although certain therapies have helped, I still suffer debilitating daily neuropathic pain, eye problems, deep brain pain, general chronic fatigue, severe muscle and joint pains. Some days, a lot of days, I find it difficult to stand, such is the degree of neuropathic foot and leg pain I continue to experience.
I know it was the coming into contact with this recently vaccinated doctor which was the source of my physical problems. I have long suffered an autoimmune disease, which had previously affected my nervous system, I was in a wheelchair on and off for two years around thirteen years ago. Covid, or 'shedding' from this almost immediately vaccinated person, ramped up old symptoms to an agonising degree and brought along a handful of new ones to boot.
Prior to this one massive slip up, which ironically I had decided upon to try to protect my body from the Covid virus, due to my autoimmune illness, and so had shielded my life almost completely from the much broadcast virus, I had taken great care to avoid contact with others other than my family, who had taken the same level of care, to protect me. My stepson had moved to living with his father as he did not wish to be so limited in life, my son had taken to home schooling.
I had never previously heard of ‘shedding’ (unfortunately), and so was ignorant to the dangers. Ignorant to any possible physical danger which might meet an unvaccinated person coming into contact with one vaccinated. I never considered the vaccine for myself, not because I am ‘anti-vax’, but because I did not like the fact that it was all experimental. ‘Safe and effective’ it may well seem to be, but being an experiment, only the forthcoming march of time, could ever truthfully paint an accurate picture of. DDT was deemed so 'safe and effective', that people were advised to bathe in it, doctors once encouraged pregnant women, not to stop smoking, but which was the best brand for them to smoke.
I have heard from many others, people like me today, in similar positions. I deeply question the unquestionable vaccine as the cause of the rise in sudden adult deaths. I am not saying it is so, I am saying I deeply question it. It is insane not to. That media, owned by the same large investment firms which profited from the vaccines refuses to do so, raises an eyebrow so high it almost touches the ceiling. Are we looking at the curse of humanity of living life on the unquestioned word of the holy book of motivation?
I cast no blame, I seek no judgement, the past is the past, I cannot travel back in time to undo the effects of that day. Neither can Bill, or others like him who stated the whole world needed participate in this science experiment, which from this perspective was the most unintelligent advice any man could ever have given. Bill appears to have benefitted greatly from the misery of millions. Was his advice arising from truth, or from a hidden motivation? Again I leave you decide. The last thing I am trying to do is to convince anyone of anything. Look beyond the words, look at life. It tells you everything you need, if you have eyes to listen, and ears to hear. Look beyond all words.
We are all living rather insanely, in fact, we are not even living. We are too occupied chasing our rewards. And what is occupied is never free to meet life as it is. Life passes us by, we are too busy focussed on something else to notice it. The excitement of the next prize drowns out the beauty of our lives, love is lost, relationship dies and conflict comes to reign, as the rewards demanded become greater and greater in size, denying even sustenance to those who either see no sanity in living this way, or to whom life never dealt such a hand. Denied the smallest of rewards by those seeking the largest.
Living for a motive as a directive for our life actions, (which the gathering of wealth always is), money is the carrot, is to do something with eyes turned towards a seemingly greater interest. I may hate what I am doing. I may have no interest at all in what I am doing. I may wash dishes or clean toilets all day long and my life ultimately becomes a dreadful meaningless bore. And I will continue doing so, as long as the reward offered is providing something I want or perceive I need in my life. Something I see as of the greatest value.
Which may in truth only hold value to the extent of what I have been conditioned to see as valuable, in effect, this may be the most valueless of all.
As an example, 'wealth', invented by others, drawn from thin air.
And what use is a twenty kilo bag of carrots to the donkey who already possesses a warehouse full?
Perhaps we are beginning to see, that those most motivated to do anything in life, are those most likely to do a very bad job at it and those most likely to accumulate to themselves more than they could ever need, while simultaneously, removing what many do need. The reason is simple, I have no interest, hold no love, no passion, no care, for the task itself. Nor for others. My mind is constantly occupied with my motivated gatherings.
This is how we have been raised. This is truly how we have been raised.
And this is why our society has gone to hell.
Is it any surprise?
We are valuing as the most valuable, the act of forever seeking a prize and the price of seeking that prize is the denial of an ability to live freely in the present moment, in the very place our life exists. We have been educated to turn our backs on life and so deeply has this programming burrowed into the human psyche that we have now find life rather meaningless, death fearful, we live in the world, without meeting the world, we are all too busy to give our complete attention to this world as it is. Seeking future rewards. Even the King of England, a man who reportedly owns one sixth of this planet's surface, is heavily invested for future returns. In a world where six million children die of starvation yearly from hunger.
And so this man, the King of the 'Great Reset', the man who sits on Golden Thrones and adorns his head with priceless jewels, for all his landed and other incalculable numerical wealth, is as much a pauper as anyone else who lives this way. For to live for future recompense and planned out motivation, is to live missing the point of life itself, only found in meeting the present moment unencumbered by time.
It is to live loveless in heart and self interested in mind. And so the human mind and heart become a battle place, short in temper, lacking all compassion, void of love and care for another, as each man seeks his highest reward.
You cannot be involved in a battle and hold love in your heart.
The greatest of rewards is to be found meeting the present moment, but to do so, one must meet a death. The mind of societally conditioned self interest, must end. The mind must meet silence, to see the present moment as it is without the distraction of time. Thought is knowledge, stored in the memory cells of the brain. Thought, is time.
Is there any value in looking at life at all through handed down unquestioned images of any description which divide men, (and divisions lead us to war), when the world as it is, without such imagery is the same for each one of us. I wish my brothers and sisters would stop fighting, I wish they could find eyes clear enough to see that these images they hold, handed down over centuries, carried of each other and of themselves are the root of their violence between and against each other. I wish they could forget themselves, that they might come to see another.
All are looking at symbols, love is not found here. The symbol is the pointer. And the symbol is projected knowledge from the mind, and so the image seen of the 'other' a burning hatred which may come to be focussed upon, is a part of the person possessing the image.
They are looking at themselves.
We see the world, not as it is, but as we are.
I cannot see any person clearly if I hold a signpost with their name on it in front of their face. I cannot see the world as it is through any image.
The difficulty now, is coming to a clear view of life, removing the symbols which divide us, for in the corridors of time many winds have blown and many signs are pointing in a direction not conducive to our ability to live in harmony. Yet, we find security still in following these unquestioned symbols. We never travel to the destination to verify any of them. We need learn to question the maps we carry, are they still an accurate lay of the land which they claim to represent?
We find our security in historical images, religious, national, ideological, political and others. As we have been educated to, brainwashed to in a way. To become part of a larger group, which divides from all other groups, for no other reason than it has always been this way. From early childhood we are told what we are, and what we are differs dependant on where we have been born and who is telling us. We never question as children. We accept, and this acceptance becomes our authority later in life.
I personally see every man as my brother and every woman my sister. I belong to no group, and so, I am free, to see you all freely and to love you all. I hold no beliefs, for I witness daily, how these tear our lives apart and burn down our homes.
And so, I am as far from an 'anti-semite' or 'anti' anything else as can be, but I must question the logic in the recent statement by Ursula von Der Leyen when she stated the following: "We must keep telling the Horrors of the Holocaust and Never forget".
Why Ursula? Why need we do so? Why need a horrific past never be put down? Why is the past more important to keep in memory than to awaken to see the horror of the world we are living in this day? The horror of the Ukrainian/Russian war, as one example? It is beyond tragic that six million of our Jewish brothers and sisters died because of divisive ideologies between men. But this happened now around eighty years ago, it is over today - and has our world changed one bit?
Have we learned the lessons and ended all divisive ideologies and imagery we see the world thorugh, which makes it possible for such tragedy to happen? Six million children die every year, this year and every year, from starvation. The same number as the totality of Jews murdered in the entire second world war. And this, is happening, now. One, every five seconds.
Is it not more important to see these poor suffering children, for they belong to a time that we may yet save them? They belong to now, the past is over. What can we do to affect the past? What is the purpose or motivation behind being requested to remember forever one particularly brutal insane activity from the long history of never ending sorrow from the divisively led lives of humanity we could choose from?
I have personally visited Auschwitz on more than one occasion. And I have wept. But I have wept more for the world we all live in today. For today is before my eyes, it is a living thing, and the past is only a memory.
We have discussed why seeking a reward is to remove life from the joy of living, which is true action, which is the action of doing something which we find the reward, not in a future carrot offered, but in the action itself. The action itself, is its own reward. Seeking rewards outside the action, leads us to manipulate our own lives and the lives of others to our motivated isolated desires.
This leads us to dishonesty. Individually and societally. Think of the Iraq war. I am sure you can add your own examples. There are so many.
The politician seeking a reward, ceases to act in the interests of his people, the trusted position he occupies is a mere washing of the dishes or the cleaning of the toilet.
The eye is turned towards the larger carrots offered by those who seek that political direction to be veered towards their interest, which are their motivations, which are the carrots they seek.
The hidden goals behind every agenda.
Do you see how motivation is destroying our lives?
Are you motivated?
Motivation, the doing something for the sake of something else, appears an educated conditioned curse indelibly stamped upon the psyche of all of humanity.
This very day western nations are being flooded with immigrants, legal and 'illegal', which in time will forever alter the lives of all on this planet. People living physically together yet psychologically apart, holding divided outlooks, divided beliefs, divided backgrounds, and so living with different values and giving contrasting meaning to their lives inevitably come to conflict.
This activity is someone’s motivation.
Or more likely, a group of people. The group with the largest fridge full of accumulated carrots. No one else other than this, could pull off such a task simultaneously in so many countries. Let's not talk about the closing down of farms, the fires at food production facilities, as lab grown food hits the market or the explosion of interest in the rights of gay and transgender people. Such a shame no one has designed a pretty coloured flag for the rights of starving children to bread, one of whom, as previously mentioned dies every five seconds from starvation in this motive driven world. We need not forget this statistic, we need only open our eyes to see them.
And we need only open our hearts to save them.
The stated public aim is to help poor refugees. I would have nothing but praise for such an action if the action were transparently honest, but I question deeply if this is the true sought outcome. I suspect this to be more the superficial cloaking of someone’s (or group of people’s) hidden motivations. Someone is seeking an outcome within which they hope this action will lead their lives into. They are acting, not for the satisfaction of the action itself, they are acting for a projected end goal, and so they are acting with a motive.
If we truly want to help refugees, is it valid to do so by disrupting the lives of local people who have lived and raised their families on these lands for centuries? Do local people's lives count for less than the refugees? If the care of all people is central to our hearts intentions, would a more accurate approach not be to stop all wars, and so stop all refugees, no matter the cost? To make all homes and all lands liveable.
We seem to have an infinite supply of wealth for war, yet spend not one penny investigating the causes of war, that we may end them forever. War, is inevitable to a race of people all acting from a base of divisive motivations.
Collectively, we, are that race.
To spend as much time, energy and money to bring war to an end today, as we seem eager to spend on its eternal continuance.
We destroy our lives, all our lives, we are one people, what we do to another, we do to ourselves, when we seek to act for the benefit of a reward which lies outside that which may be found in the action itself.
A war rages between Ukraine and Russia today, soon to count in years. A war of motivations. All sides seeking an outcome, all sides destroying the world we live in this day. And so denying the security which can only be found when we live without seeking a motive. We are not even seeing the world we live in, for when the donkey’s eyes are turned to focus on the carrot in front of its face, the beauty of the road it travels and the potential of all relationship to it, are forever lost. And the man seeking to manipulate the donkey may have little love indeed in his heart for the welfare of the donkey, the desired goal reduces this life to that of a throw away tool.
We have lost love in our lives because we so value motivation. Love is to meet life as it is.
Life as it is.
Motivation leads us to seek life as it is not, but life, as we aim for, hope it to be, believe it should be. Life as it is, is the same for each one of us, and is an effortless living in peace. Life as it is, is nothing to be strived for, it has already arrived. Life meets our senses effortlessly. The sound of a bird needs no effort on our part to reach our ears, the touch of sunlight against our faces, needs no effort to be felt.
The love of life is met without choice, without seeking, and without strife.
In fact, to try to meet life as it is, is to deny meeting life as it is, for in completion, there is nothing more to do.
Arriving at one’s destination, where and when one is, there is nowhere else to travel.
It is not motivation, which has led us to our incessant insistence on ‘progress’, which will bring our people to salvation. No matter the insistences of the leading members of the 'Great Reset' this day, or of any of its government infiltrated, (motivated), ‘young global leaders’.
Life needs no leaders.
Life needs be met.
Not as you want it to be, as it is.
Leaders provide the motivation, the encouragement, their direction, the dangling carrot. When the carrot fails the fall-back approach is the stick. This is how we are all living. This is how we are all being led. And this has all been made possible because we all have our own motivations, and so we are a deeply divided people, all in our own little groups, all seeking different things, all motivated by different beliefs, identifications and values. All ignoring the ever present potential of relationship in our lives this very moment, which insists that my eyes are not firmly focussed in any other direction than where I am and on no other time that when I am.
It is here and now, we meet life.
We have no need to travel further, if we have arrived. But to arrive, we must stop travelling.
Our thinking is the inner concealed location of our motivations. Thought is the continuity of desire, both positive and negative. Our minds are cluttered inwardly, worn out, detached, isolated, fearful and desirous, because of this complex societal indoctrination, received at a young age, of accepting identification to conceptual ideologies and motivation as the driving factor of all our lives.
Close your eyes, (not now), but at the end of these words. Close your eyes and listen. You will hear an inner world of great chattering. An inner world of fear, desire, pleasure and pain, division and a sense of conceptual time.
Is this a world of inner harmony?
This is a mind common to living for a future reward, and so necessarily detached from where and when life can only be found, here and now.
A complex inner state which brings pleasure to life as easily as pain.
Now turn attention outwardly. What is happening here? Depending on location, you may hear a bird song, a car driving past, a plane flying overhead, a bullet ricocheting or a bomb drop. Myriad are the possibilities, and I do hope your world around you, at least externally, remains a relatively peaceful one. How long that lasts, if it is, is greatly dependant on us changing how we approach life.
We need an inner revolution to take place.
We need to come to our senses. We need to meet the world in direct relationship to how it actually is. And to do so we need stop travelling. And to stop travelling we need to stop being motivated.
As this living identified and motivating force found in our lives is functioning within our divisive patterns of thinking, it is here, we must meet change and change demands an ending of what came before, and an ending, is the death of what came before.
Notice how the inner chattering takes away the ability to relate to external events. This inner programmed approach has completely removed all joy from your life and replaced it with pleasure. And pleasure is a poor substitute, for pain, is the reverse side of the coin of the constant pursuit of pleasure.
Thought, rooted to divisive identification and motivated to future achievement, as it is now functioning, is the greatest of all life limitations. It will destroy us all, unless we change.
A complete holistic relationship to life is needed to find joy and meaning in life. I cannot care for what I do not even see and I cannot see if I am intent on painting an image in front of another or arriving at a future goal. The beauty and depth of the relationship to others and this present living moment, which is the only meaning of all of life, is lost to the man whose heart is filled with divisive images and future desires. Whose mind is full of fear and pleasure, hatred and pain, these are all children of division and desire, and desire gives birth to motivation and division continues all wars.
Motivations are a limitation to our lives. Divisions are the root of all conflict.
That we have been educated to see it as otherwise is more indicative of a deep continuing sickness within our society than of any noble understanding.
Working for self-interest is a limitation to our lives. We miss the whole of life. We miss here and now when we are on a road towards our own self projected self-fulfilment. Our life becomes meaningless, out-with of the promise of a greater conceptual future, the beauty of life itself as it presents to us is lost. And so we come to destroy the ground we stand on, which is a part of what we are, we destroy each other, who are the same as what we are, only holding different identifiable images, we destroy everything we have built and reduce our lives to an eternal suffering. And we call this suffering life.
And we do all this in the name of progress. As a donkey progresses towards his carrot, and as the taste of the carrot is never met now, and now, is the only place where life has any meaning.
The Jew has his motivations, the Arabs have theirs, the Christians, the same, the Muslims, also. The Americans, the Brits, The Russians, the Ukrainians. Do you see how we are all the same? All acting on educated beliefs, seeking the fulfilment of the divisive stories told to us as children, seeking a future harmony divisive between us promising great security, denying security now for all, in the only time which ever truly existed in the only place we ever find our lives?
Here and now.
The rich and the poor, the powerful and the downtrodden. The noble and the ignoble. The religious and the profane. We are all the same, all on train tracks offering an isolated (and so conflicting), conceptually driven accepted unquestioned destination which never arrives, upon which we all travel so fast that we miss the living beauty of the landscape which surrounds our lives and offers the healing of love and joy, of peace and understanding. Relationship, to life, to another, to death, to illness, to whatever presents in life, is only possible now. Relationship is denied when we seek it in a ‘future’ which is nothing other than a continuity of our divided past, projected eternally forwards in time. Life is not found in the continuity of what came before, life, is forever present.
Love is effortless. Love cannot be sought. Love is not a reward. Love is not found in living your life seeking compensation. Love is not anger, and love is not hate. Love is not violence. Love is not an image. Love, is forever kind and forgiving. For love, is to meet life as it is, and to do so, you cannot be self-absorbed in the action of turning life into what it is not. Love is timeless, only those on a journey to a fixed destination know the pain of death, which is the denial of their future projected isolated rewards and the destination of the road of future desires fulfilled they live for.
The denial of the continuity of self-identification. The denial of continuity towards a promised Nirvana. Time is measurement, and measurement has no place when living, for life, as it is, is infinite.
Immortality is not to live forever in time.
Immortality is to live free of time. In the ever present here and now. Which is to live without past and future. Past experiences, our own as well as educated into us, provide the impetus for our future seeking, within which our minds are eternally occupied in an action of becoming. Occupation, denies freedom, for what is occupied, is no longer free.
Life is here, it has arrived, and so demands no becoming. Love is not to be met in the minds of men seeking a future carrot. Monetary, or otherwise. Love is outside of this mind of time, for love is a quality of timelessness, met only in completion, met only now. It is always now, and this now is home to the infinite. You cannot strive to love.
All effort is the denial of meeting life as it is.
And yet love is what we need to meet. How will we ever accomplish such a task so unfamiliar to our societally corrupted minds of time and divisive motivations? So alien to our traditional divisive approaches of meeting life by destroying the life we seek to meet?
Quite simply, we can’t.
This is not 'doable'
Any movement we take towards love, towards completion, towards the understanding of our lives, (which is the true meaning of a religious life), is a denial of what we seek. We are back again travelling towards a destination. And love is going nowhere. It is here, now. Love may have its own movement, but its movement is not that of travelling towards any fixed destination. We are forever missing the point of our lives.
Love is complete, love is whole, love has already arrived, and love, being complete in itself, being whole, is holy. Another etymological relationship. Without this change, this internal revolution needed in how we approach our lives, we are doomed to the suffering our own actions brings to our lives as we each seek to make them better, all involved in the same process, all seeking reward, but each seeking our own personal isolated versions of it, based on beliefs, educations, identifications and judgements, which themselves are all based on past experiences.
We deny that which we seek, which can only ever come to fruition now. For now, is the only time which ever existed.
What does it mean to die? It means to end does it not? Death, is an ending. An ending of a journey, is the death of the action of travelling. An ending of a life, is the death of that life. An ending of a habit, is the death of that habit in your life.
Death is synonymous to the word ‘end’.
And death is nothing like what we have been educated to see it as. Death holds great beauty. The ending of all concerns and all efforts, all fears and all desires. The coming to peace in your life. Coming, to rest. And death is the meeting place of life and love. Life and death go together, they must do so, for life and death, are one.
Death is not found at the ending of life, death, leads us into life.
Would it be possible for our lives and so for our race to die to our divided pasts each seeking their own continuity in time through divisive motivating drives which divide our people, destroy our lives in war and actions against the lives of others acting the same yet holding differing life motivations that we may find the ability to begin anew?
Is the past never over?
To life, the past is dead. Life dies as it lives, lives as it dies, and this is creation, and this is the reality behind the word ‘God’ which man has so corrupted and has sought in so many directions yet never been able to find, for what can be sought other than that what is known, and is the birth of what is ever new, ever dying, and so ever being reborn, and so an act of creation, incapable of being met through an act of seeking it out? Only the old can continue. Only what is known, can be sought. And what is known, is old, and the old is never the creative.
Life, love, joy and beauty are never old. The majesty of life, is found in the meeting the new. But for this to happen, the old, must end.
Our lives are lived in divisive continuity of old patterns. Christians are two thousand years old. Buddhists, two thousand five hundred years. Hindus, ten thousand years old. The never ending nature of the continuity of our divisive pasts. Names and identifications come and go, but what divides us and makes relationship, care and love impossible is the continuity of these historical and psychological divisions. All seeking their own future, all divisively motivated to do so. And so all, although involved in the same activity, bringing great conflict and suffering to our world. The ‘Great Reset’, inevitably a 'Great Upset' to so many lives, is only the latest example of this limited and divisive, loveless, uncaring activity.
Not casting stones, only stating facts.
To cast a stone, it would have to be a very large one, for this is the activity of all of our lives.
Can you die to your past continuity seeking future reward? Can you die to the activity of doing anything in life for a future reward, or for a reward offered by another? Can you be responsible for your own life? Here and now. Can you cease to believe in life anything you have not found for yourself to be true? Can you cease to be led in any field? Can you doubt, question, tear apart what you think, can you deny that which you find psychological security living within, which is no security you have found for yourself, can you face your inner carried fears, your worries, your anxiety, as they are, without seeking to go beyond them, change, suppress, or run away from them? Can you cry all your tears and put away forever your false laughter? Can you become real, as this living present moment, is real?
Can you come to find the meaning of your life?
For and by yourself.
Can you throw aside the many carrots offered by others and break the sticks used to drive your life into their divisive desired destinies?
Can you stand alone in life?
Interestingly, the word ’alone’ originally meant ‘all one’, which is another word for 'complete', another word for 'whole,' another word with etymological relationship to the word ‘holy’.
What is possible is what we have so far achieved, through carrot and stick, through rewards and punishment, the possible is what is leading us, the possible is what we know. The known is where we live, the known is the past, the past which is divisive between us, the past is memory, memory is thought, thought drives our actions.
This is the inner movement educated into us as children. You were not born for this. You were not born to this. You were educated to your beliefs, values, identifications, names and attachments.
And they are all valueless.
You were born empty of such things, you had to be taught them. Can you return to the mind of a little child who meets this living universe as it is, free from as it is thought to be? Free from even any knowledge of what you are?
Can you meet life unknowingly? Can that which is ever new, ever be ‘known’?
Memory, the past, experience, knowledge, all has its place. The past has no place in leading life. The past is dead, over, and what is dead has no access to love, for love, is a living and dying thing, a movement, always changing, the past in comparison, the ground we all stand on, which divides us as much as the lands we were born onto and the religions we believe in, remains eternally the same.
The etymological exact meaning of the word ‘religion’ has been lost to time, but is greatly accepted as being most likely in the area of ‘gathering all ones’ energy to come to one’s own understanding of life and death’.
As it is.
Not as you have been educated to find security in unquestioningly accepting it should be.
We cannot meet life and death as they are if we live in conceptual habits handed down over centuries which claim to love a living God, yet destroy the lives of men. Love is not divisive, love cares for all and love recognises no past and no future. And truth is nothing to be believed in.
Love, is eternally present and truth is to be lived.
Please, cast these words aside as a crazed man’s ramblings if you will, it means nothing to him. The author of these words is no authority and is asking you to accept nothing. But a word of warning, accept not one single word spoken, from any direction, not from me, or any other, unless you have travelled beyond the signposts to come to see what the word is pointing towards. Doing so has a tendency to lead your life into trouble, for all of us humans, and none more so than 'leaders', hold hidden motivations. We have all been brainwashed to this.
Always keep in mind, the word ‘door’, is not the door. If you are passionate in life, take your own journey, it is your responsibility to do so, this is your life. Take the journey of no destination to come to where and when your life is actually lived.
Here and now.
Deny all who says you need travel with great effort and sufferance to reach elsewhere than this.
Beware the time travellers, they are seeking something outside the magical completion of life found this moment, when you have stopped all travelling.
Find the end of your journey, negate all motivation, negate all thinking seeking a reward and come to a stop, at the beginning of truth. Let nothing motivate you, see all, including yourself, as it is and as you are.
This can be an arduous investigation, your societal conditioning has encouraged you to live in pattern ignoring your own life holistic awareness through the senses in preference of 'becoming' something. In this act of continual ignorance of the present moment in search of a reward to come and a destination which never completes the human mind has been wrongly used and is now home to many conflicting desires, attachments, ideologies, beliefs, fears, worries, concerns as a result.
Listen to it all. Without choice.
Face your birth pains that what you are this day may die, and that your life may be born anew, in truth, meeting life this moment as it is, the same for every one of us. And so, let your life come to be the beginning of the healing of this troubled world.
If you can do this, if you can learn the art of this action of no-action, you will come to find out for yourself if these words written reflect the truth of what you find, or are deceptive in nature, pointing in an opposing direction than they claim to be.
Either way, your life and death will have greatly benefitted by coming to your own understanding of it.
At that point in time, you may accurately judge the validity of the signposts, the words, which pointed you there. And having reached the destination, having ended the travelling, having kissed the lips of death and life themselves, as they are, not as you think about them based on educated beliefs and ideas, the words themselves, true or false, will at that moment, have so very little meaning.
For who, in their right mind ever goes back on a journey to praise the signposts which pointed them to their arrival point?
I hear today, as part of our proposed led into a ‘New World Order’, we are to be led into a new ‘religion’, which those who hold their own motivations, (as we all do), have claimed 'Artificial Intelligence' to be capable and adequate of conceiving and delivering.
This is a denial of the etymological meaning of the word itself.
As is every belief based option available to us over countless centuries still present today. Take no offence at this statement please, let it open your heart to the cleansing movement of questioning.
Question everything, the truth does not arrive to life if you insist on carrying and finding security in a continuity of the false. And what you have not personally verified in your own life, is always open to question.
A continuity of what came before will not solve our many problems, we need to find something new. If the past continued were capable of solving our problems, we would all be living in a different world than this one today.
Beliefs divide us, and love is only found in meeting the whole of life, and so the meeting of true religion, is a house of no divisions. And truth, is not a matter of belief.
It is a matter of life.
Doubt everything, certainly, including these words. Find your own understanding of your own life, for and by yourself, there is no greater truth other than this.
And be the change this world truly needs to see.
Or forever live your life chasing a carrot forever out of reach, being whacked on the backside by a sharp stick.
HAVE YOU BEEN LOOKING WELL ENOUGH?
To place an image in front of life is to see the image and not to see life.
Pretty standard stuff. Pretty common sense.
No need for arduous lengthy study to immediately recognise this as fact.
No need for opinion, no need for argument, truth is the same for every one of us, if seen clearly and this statement comprises words which to all other than the certifiable insane, points to a truth.
You can’t see what lies behind an image.
An image is a picture or words.
Images are representations of something other than themselves, a photo of a mountain is not the mountain, the word mountain is also, not the mountain, though both represent the mountain, neither actually is, and each is only a capturing of the real in symbolical form to in some way communicate to another.
Symbols, words, images, are pointers, signs if you like, towards a truth. They are not the truth itself, they do not contain the truth, they merely assert that the true exists. But the nature of the symbol is that it can misrepresent.
To verify, to be sure, one must look beyond the symbol.
If I am told in words that a beautiful mountain exists a hundred miles from where I live, I must travel there to validate the accuracy of the description offered. If I merely accept words or a picture, I have no ground to stand on regarding my understanding of what is truly there.
I have only words.
In these days of AI, I can also no longer come to trust the image or even a video, all can be falsely generated and represented. I can no longer trust any image of what I see as being factual. If I wish to understand the true nature of anything for myself, I need to look at the fact, for myself. If I wish to validate that a mountain truly stands there, I need to travel there to see it. Then, and only then, the image, the words, have value, or not.
All else is hearsay.
We live in complicated days, full of hidden agendas. The words our media are telling us, the words our media are not telling us. The fact that the media we have grown up to trust frequently does not marry to the world we meet daily, all points to a rather grand deception being played out in front of our eyes.
But how can we come to the truth?
When all is trying to convince us of something, how do we clearly see the actual, not the image, not the words, for as pointed out, these are not the actual and this day more so than in any day, are prone to falsification.
We need check it all.
Are we truly on a road to building back better? Was Coronavirus truly a natural pandemic? Were the stipulated medications truly safe and effective? Are governments attending the World Economic Forum working in the interest of their electorates? Were the fires which began the other day in Canada and have blanketed New York in thick lung clogging orange smoke truly a result of climate change? What did become of the 30,000 tons of Ammonium Nitrate which went missing from a cargo train a short time ago which, reportedly, on exposure to sunlight, emits an 'intriguing orange hue'? Is this all coincidental? Were the fires started intentionally to justify an agenda? Are we being lied to, spied on, manipulated and cajoled towards someone’s isolated desired future outcome for our lives? How can you tell? Will you listen to the picture painted by another? Or will you go look for yourself?
The questions above are only a few on the tongues of many members of our race alive in these most unfortunate days of catastrophe which have arisen since King Charles announced his 'military style campaign on a war like footing costing trillions' at the COP 26 meeting in Glasgow a few years back, in the name of climate change, to save our planet. I understand this to be the case, for I run a Telegram channel (link on homepage ) and this kind of question is repeatedly asked daily by many people, day after day after day.
Kind of to be expected, I guess.
I don't know the answers, and even if I did, they would not be yours, I would be placing you in the same position to ask you to accept my words, but as one watches the entire unfolding picture one gets to see a broader lay of the land. My conclusions could be well off the scale, so I am not repeating them here. I am pointing out in this blog the necessity and urgency that we all learn to start looking at our complex world as it is. As it is, is a movement. It is never static, unlike the images and words we use to understand it.
'Climate change' is a posture interestingly enough strongly argued against by many actual living climate change scientists, who claim no global warming is taking place and that the minute quantity of Co2 produced by humans has no effect at all.
Who to believe?
We must drive to the mountain. We must lift our own images and those provide by others, and see the truth of the world we live within.
This is a complex world, in a complex time. How does a person come to verify the absolute truth?
It needs be pointed out repeatedly that this blog post is offering no opinion. No condemnation in any direction, no attacking anyone, no justification. Attacking does nothing but add violence in an already over violent world. We are questioning if we have the ability to impact our world for the better.
We are questioning if any of us are even seeing clearly.
I seek only peaceful solution to the troubles our race brings to it's own numbers. My conflicted and broken family. This is a problem of greater complexity and longer standing than what presents this day. The issue, is one inherent to our collective consciousness.
We are discussing, in such a world of disparity as this one, where we might come to find stable, solid ground to truly ascertain the world around us, as it is, that we may act rightly in response to its daily happenings, to the events which keep piling up on top of each other, like some huge quantities of chemical laden trains jettisoning their loads repeatedly over prime agricultural ground. Or countless food factories spontaneously repeatedly catching fire, time after time after time.
If we cannot ascertain truth from fiction, we are standing in a dangerous place. Our actions will not meet the facts, if our perception of the facts is out of sync with what is real and true.
Are we truly 'building back better'? It’s been a couple of years, can I ask where the 'better' is to be seen? Trillions apparently, where are the signs we are coming to 'betterment'?
But I diverse. Let’s get back to the art of seeing clearly.
None of us are seeing clearly and until we learn this art, our world, whatever the events of the next few years, which I personally hold sneaking suspicion may go very wrong for many people, unless we stop relying on words and images for our understanding of the events unfolding provided by others.
We can never be best prepared to deal with life if we are not acting on factual information.
If we are not seeing what is actually there.
Since the roll out of the highly ‘safe and effective’ (though experimental) medication to combat the surprise pandemic long forecast, in the isles of the UK alone, my home country, an estimated 2,500 additional deaths are reported now to be occurring weekly.
Mainstream media has labelled these deaths ‘Sudden Adult Death Syndrome’ and the roll out of the experiment continues. The British present unelected PM, Sunak, has stated in Westminster his absolute faith in these experimental medications, yet has failed to address the rising deaths or seek out from which source their number is arising. He is, on this matter, surprisingly quiet.
It's a complex world all right. Needing questioned, needing helped.
Once more, perhaps for the last time, I am not passing judgement, nor pointing a finger, merely stating that not to question the position of an authority is to live on the accepted word of that authority, which is to take for granted a beautiful mountain resides one hundred miles from my home, without ever taking one step to verify this as fact. I could be living in cloud cuckoo land. Many of us, so many of us, I fear are. We have been 'educated' to accept authority.
I have my own take on the experimental medications several highly influential people openly have stated all people in the world must take, which does seem an incredible insanity, after all, they are experimental, anything could go wrong.
Many are stating it already has.
I myself have been physically wounded neurologically, without even taking one. I am a case among the many of what has come to be known as ‘shedding’, a word which only a few years ago could likely only have represented the loss of hair of an animal or pet, yet this day has taken on an entirely new meaning. I know through my own investigation this has happened countless times.
But my experiences are not yours, and if you take my word for anything, that makes you a second hand human being, and that is the last thing I wish for and counter to the purpose of this post. It is quite simply insane to be so reliant on the word of another for your understanding of life. And so, to hold no understanding of your own.
The whole world becomes a North Korea.
And the potential intelligence of the entire human race dies.
We are not trustworthy us humans, not many of us anyway, we are inner motivated to benefit our own position, brainwashed to compete against each other, often at the expense of others, who we do not value in life position to the same degree as we value for our own lives. The dark art of competition inherent to our prior way of doing things, classroom instilled into each of us, has seen it to be so.
Thirty-six trillion in tax havens as a young child dies every five seconds is adequate enough example.
I know, it’s a figure I repeat often, it never ceases to astound me, I guess that’s why.
We love to talk collectively and congratulate ourselves about how 'civilised' we are, our technological prowess, our advancements, our progress, our humanity. Our never ending solutions to problems which only bring more problems which only need more solutions which bring more problems.
We very rarely look at our constant innate potential and propensity for absolute barbarity.
It is perhaps the easiest of all to see. Are we so ashamed of our animalistic nature that we try to hide it in flowery sounding words and concepts of care?
As human consciousness is one shared movement, (don’t take my word for that), we can cast no stones, and I cast none. I really mean it. I cast none. My work is questioning the potential for humanity to come to intelligent action, to end conflict, to end wars and to at last, at long last, find a life here on this beautiful planet worth living, free from the fear of the actions of any other.
The past is over. The future is not here. It is what we do now that counts.
To throw a stone at an attacker is to increase the level of violence in a world already dying from too many stones already thrown. At some point, we have to waken up to the fact that the way we do things, just isn’t working.
And it’s us needs to change.
Chaos abounds in our society, at every level. The higher the position, the greater the corruption, the more the lies, the more the missing funds, the more the weapons manufactured to kill innocent human beings. The less the care for the people the authority is in position to represent. The more the self-interest. The greater the ego. Lower down the chain, the same problems manifest. Only to a less impacting degree on the lives of others.
The root of the chaos is within our collective consciousness.
The enemy is within us all. The enemy is what we are.
It is our shared psychological state we need bring to revolution.
In technology, which could promise so much for our race, the same devious self-interested divisive controlling competing motivations populate every step forwards, leading our race one step forwards collectively and five hundred steps backwards. Innovations are used to consolidate power, to manipulate statistics, to take from those who have little and to give to those who could never spend what they have in a billion years.
And we all worship this insanity with more than could ever be spent, as if this was the most noble sign of success.
To this man, this is nothing other than a sign that our race has miserably failed. Better to judge our success in the falling numbers of starving children, than on how much one man has managed to control and conquer the world for his own desires. Perhaps I am strange. I hope there are many others strange like me.
Our most 'succesful' will never lead our world to a good place, they have had enough time, if it was within their ability, we would be there today.
It’s a strange world isn’t it? What word based imagery might we use to capture it? Chaotic? Barbaric? Insane? Demonic? Confused? Divided? Unintelligent? Sick? Degenerate? Psychopathic? Perverse? What's the cause? Not who is the cause, because this is our history, it will be our future also unless we change, nothing more certain. Change can only happen now. Should we not all be asking why we have and continue to always live this way? Why our 'ordering' brings chaos to our lives? Why we always end up in war, and even in times of peace, we are all busy preparing for the next war? Why we benefit comparing ourselves in pointless measures when we could all be living well, in harmony, in intelligence? Is it that we have never looked at life without the screen of what we divisively think about life? Is it? Is it we have no love for each other, and if this is true, then why not?
So many of us claim to love a God we cannot see and outside of the words and images provided by others, have found no life evidence of. And we are so quick to take the lives of other men as we yet claim to love God.
The mountain, is a hundred miles away, we just never travelled to see it. We accepted a description.
We fear death so much that our numerically wealthiest this day are spending all their energies to live forever, but we have no understanding of death, other than an idea that it is the ending of the continuity of this conflicted bloody violent ongoing suffering misery of our collective lives.
You know what would be funny? If death turned out to offer an existence one thousand times more satisfying than this life, and if these rich self-interested egotistic alchemists of this day were only prolonging their self-imposed conflicted torment?
Wouldn't that be so funny?
I personally hold no fear of death, I really don’t, it’s what I was born to do after all, it’s natural to life, not the end of life, but a part of life though such vision has been a long time coming.
I do however fear what may come before it. For so many of us.
Unless we all waken up.
Another statistic I often quote in my writing is the 15,000 wars in 6,000 years our race has recently lived through, pointing to the fact that our collective insanity is nothing new, we never just rolled over into insanity in 2020, offering the Great Reset's 'narrow window of opportunity', there has always been a psychopathic glint in the corner of our collective eye.
Is it not weird that we never have never apparently questioned why?
Over a thousand years ago, Alfred the Great was laying down the path to the golden throne to keep King Charles’s bum warm this day.
A thousand years before were the times of Jesus, and we all know of the persecutions and divisions of those times. If the stories are true, babies were being slaughtered en-masse to cater for the neurosis of one man who held a particular image in front of his otherwise clear view of life. I am of course talking of Herod as he sought to alter the course of a future foretold. To secure his life position by bringing immeasurable suffering to the families of every newborn. These days are likewise as biblical in nature, as factory farmed genetically modified children raised by the state are being discussed by certain affluential types to be the norm as soon as 2030.
Have we lost sight of the natural designs of life altogether, so closed are we behind our inner accepted words, ideas and images?
Evolution has certainly occurred technologically; humanity is wired exactly the same as the days of Herod.
Sends a shiver down the collective spine, does it not?
Will we ever change? Can we ever change?
Were we created by this universe to live demonically, to meet our ultimate destiny, slain by our very own kind, kicked to the ground by our very own people, constantly under attack and repetitively murdered by our own brothers and sisters?
All holding divisive images before the shared view of life, as it is? As it presents, when and where it presents. The same for every one of us, void of our divisive images, words and sense of isolated future this all builds.
The enemy of us all is inside of us all. Without what we thought about and projected onto life, without the distorting images which make life as it is un-perceptible, we would be living in the same time and place. Without self interest, central to our societally programmed braincells, we are no more important than any other.
Is this the ground of the love we are missing? Is this the birth of true relationship? To place an image in front of life is to see the image and not to obscure life.
If we all agreed on what we saw, if we all saw the same, we would stop this collective divisive madness in a second, now present for thousands of years to this very day. We really would. You likely don’t believe it, and that is very good, you should believe no one and believe nothing, if you seek to understand your life and not rely on another’s understanding for your wisdom. For if you do, of course, you have no wisdom. And you are open to manipulation, and this world, and our kind, as it is and as we are, are simply put, not to be trusted. How sad is that realisation?
If a problem presents and we all see it and no one has a hidden motivation, we can solve the problem immediately. At least we can give every ounce of energy in one direction to do so, with immense energy, unified in action and this holds the most promise for a successful outcome.
But if all have a hidden agenda, the outcome will be another one than a solution.
It’s when one man is interested in one thing, another in another oppositional area, that our energies become divided, conflicted, even warring, and we lose all potential unified possibility. And we have always lived this way. In competitive measurement against each other, never seeing the potential or the value of our living together as one.
When all is cared for, all is cared for.
When only a few are cared for more than their needs, the result, is this world of sorrow, lack, confusion and suffering.
No sane gardener floods a few trees in his garden and lets all others die of thirst. This, of course, kills the whole garden. This is our society today. And it will die, as the garden will die when so similarly treated. We need to look after us all.
We have the resources this day to end the suffering of the poor. We can lay down arms and join hands as the brothers we were born to be. We can stop whispering in sealed rooms annually secret plans for our own benefits. We can start to serve the whole of humanity.
Which is what we are.
We can cease to value numbers as wealth, and begin to value more the actual life occupations we are engaged in. We can see health as less interested in numerical rewards and more in health. Music more interested in the beauty of the sound than status of celebrity. Politics more interested in people than in their political bulging back pockets.
We can do this. We need only collectively see the danger of what we are doing this day.
I blame no one, or I blame all. So, no bees in bonnets please, only mirroring in words daily nauseatingly transparently observable facts. For any man who has ability to look beyond any distorting image..
We can build homes where they are needed, feed those who need it, share equally, forget about travelling to Mars until Earth becomes a hospitable planet to live on for all. Forget about the obscene nonsensical tradition of title and illusory sense of superiority such nonsense brings to one man’s life over the lives of billions of others. No more secret societies, no more double talk double standards, and broken lives. Banks which look after our money, rather than steal it all. This is self interest, and we are all self interested.
We could revolutionise this world in a single day.
But first, we need revolutionise our lives. We, need change.
We need to understand our inner image making and put down the divisive self interested images we are all holding in front of the view which lies behind them all, for this view, when unobstructed, is the same for us all, only the images are so very different.
We live in images, we live in the past and the future, and ignore the source of all life, the present. What is. Within every one of us churns away day and night a little image producing factory, a little AI computer is constantly transforming our shared world, deep within our ‘educated’ brains, turning our shared view, our position of unity, the home of love and harmony, the land of peace, into divisive self-asserted translations we subsequently come to decipher the world through.
Some of us hold Christian images in front of the world. Some Muslim. Some Jewish and others Hindu. Some American, some Russian, some European and some Asian. Some Rich, some Poor. Some Regal, some worthless. But we are all engaged in this destructive activity.
I quote examples from the long list of 'educated' image based possibilities of likely billions of potential examples of that which is divisively destroying all our lives.
Regardless of the accidental background dependant on the corner of the shared world we live in and the family born into, all hold images of remembered ‘self’. All look at the world shared, the same for all, through concepts learned, beliefs held, desires sought after and fears run away from. Our image of what we are differs, our consciousness is one. One big divided mess.
This inner image factory, a process in memory, legacy of education, is perhaps at root a wrong turn in the evolution of humanity, encouraged by a few who have benefitted from this quirk of nature.
We have now so focussed the understanding of our lives in symbols, into the words of others and into the images they paint that we no longer even appear to have the capacity to travel one step of the one hundred miles for ourselves to ascertain the actual lay of the land, in any area for ourselves. It is this inability which has potential to end our race, if not so, to ensure we continue to collectively suffer for an eternity. As we have collectively suffered an eternity lasting thousands of years leading to this present day.
We are on a life destructive loop. We need to change. We can change. We must change. We must be the change this world needs to see. We must come to find the ability to meet life as it is, free from conceptual divisive educated remembered traditional divisive 'self'.
None of us is seeing life as it is, we are seeing life as we are and we are all fighting as we maintain it need be or wish it to be. All distorting life by the images we hold up which obscure our view of the shared universal life we all inhabit. All interested only in or own back yard and our own isolated lives, uninterested in the lives of others.
To others, you, are an 'other'.
You see the problem? Then act. Find out what it means to see life beyond the image.
You may be surprised to at last come to see what you will inevitably find. Life, as it actually is, the same, for every one of us.
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