TRUE WEALTHOnce 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.
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WE WILL NOT COMPLYWe 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? It was. 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. Just look. 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 GATHERWhat 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. From another. 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 endedWhat 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. ‘Mine’. 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. Against yours. 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. Why not? 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 AREThis 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. See. 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 LOCKSForever 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 GODOne 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. Never meet. 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 PLACEYou 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 accomplishmentHave 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 have. 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. Image copyright Kevinhbruce. 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. Lucrative. 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.' Lucrative. 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. Lucrative. 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. Life, itself. 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 FREEOn 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. All divisions. 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? LIFEOnce 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 oldAll 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 ITSELFThe 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. |
AuthorHello to all, I am a 60 year old man who has spent the best part of his life studying the teachings of J.Krishnamurti. My name is Henryk. I am rather unimportant, although what I talk about on these pages, has great importance. Particularly today, in this dark world, led by men of infinite wealth, unfortunately without the intelligence to match. My work here stands on the shoulders of that of J.Krishnamurti. Without this man's passion and great life understanding, this website would never have existed. His effect on my own life has been immeasurable. A man of infinite vision and wisdom, who spent over 60 years of his life travelling the world and discussing life and societal problems. Krishnamurti passed away in the 1980s. Anyone interested in the nature of discussion in the content of this site, will likely find great interest in the work of Krishnamurti. Hundreds of videos may be found on YouTube. There is a link above dedicated to his work to which new content is planned to be regularly added. The beauty of truth in life, is that it is identical for each one of us. Truth is the place we all come to meet in unity. And truth belongs to no man. Only pointless opinions, divisive, traditional, educated into and gathered by us, may be claimed as ownership. The change in our world so desperately needed this day, is within us, not external to our lives. All man's actions begin in the area of human thinking, it is this needs understood and brought to revolution. Thanks for taking the time to visit, a few posts are being added to the site weekly at the moment, when I find time. If you would like to support the work here, you can do so from the price of a cup of coffee each month, contributors are invited to online discussions. If you would like to contribute, our Patreon page may be found at the following address: www.patreon.com/rainbow_warriors. Archives
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