Buddha Explained, Brian Smirked, & Jesus Said, "Find Your Own Answers"

Buddha Explained, “Answers are a religion, a philosophy, and for a few - answers are poisons. Well, that also depends on an individual’s capacity to understand. A teacher teaches same thing to all students, but a few understand better because of each individual’s capacity to perceive & understand the answers.”

Jesus said “Answers are a way of life for me.”

Smirking, Brian interrupts… “How can answers be a way of life?”

Jesus said, “Finding ones own answers, comes from asking that question to yourself & not to me.”

Buddha said, “Tsk, tsk… Brahmins for ages didn't share any answers. I dislike their caste-ism. That’s what you are doing here, Jesus. Just answer Brian’s question.”

Smirking at Jesus, Brian barreled back in, “No! Do not answer my question! One cannot have one’s own answer when one ‘finds out’."

Buddha said “I don't need anyone to tell me the answers. I promise all beings enlightenment; the old ways...the ways of the Brahmins prohibited enlightenment for some because the Brahmins didn’t share the answers. So I share them, but Jesus, you do not!”

Jesus said “The ideal of finding one's own answers was a selfish ideal according to the Brahmins. May be the caste system is better perceived as spiritual, it may be wrong to perceive it physically. It's worse than the caste system if you think of people as: ‘This one is enlightened and this one is not’.”

Buddha said “It is not for others to say whether a fellow is enlightened or not.”

Brain said “AHHH… There is nothing like perception.”

Buddha looked at Brian carefully. “Some answers have saved humanity. The concept of 'answers' is useful for some.”

Brian said, “No, answers are not useful. There are wars in the name of answers and people are killed on both sides.”

Buddha said “Let them be…let them wage wars in the name of answers.”

Jesus said, “I agree…”

Brian said, “You guys suck.”

"Who’s your decorator?" or Zen Décor of the Mind

I had strange friends growing up. Why, I recall this one strange fellow who hung around for a period of years – he rarely spoke, so I always wondered what he was thinking about. I would often ask him “You are so quiet, what are you thinking?” And he would reply “Nothing.” That would be the end of the conversation.

He was a like-able enough fellow. He would do anything for you, but he only spoke to you when he had too. He never volunteered information; he would wait until he was directly asked first. Funny that not too many of us ever asked him questions, we never really got to know him in that way. We didn’t know the ‘facts’ of his existence, we didn’t know what was in his mind really, but nevertheless, he was a regular fixture for a number of years and we had gotten used to him. He was a comfortable person to be around.

Around the same period, I was reading Carlos Castaneda books & books on Zen. These books made me notice this quiet guy all the more. I just had to question him thoroughly because he was so Zen! How did I not notice before? I had a master in the mist the whole time!

So one evening I began to question him. “I’ve been reading a lot of Carlos Castaneda books; he often speaks of ‘the art of not-doing’. I’ve been reading on Zen too and I’m trying to train my mind not to think so damn much,” I said.

He looked at me and blinked.

I barreled in again. “That made me thinks of you. You are quiet, don’t ask for anything, and you seem so happy. We all talk too much, think too much… What do you think about,” I asked him.

“Nothing,” he replied with a shrug.

“But you have to think about something! What do you think about?”

“Nothing,” he told me again.

“What are you thinking now? Right now?”

“If I am doing something, I think what to do, as I do it,” he said. “Otherwise I think nothing.”

“How can you think nothing?” I was so confused!

“Its nice, you should try it,” he said, smiling devilishly.

Right then I decided that I would try it! I tried so hard to think about nothing, but it was impossible. I only lasted a few minutes before giving up.

‘I can’t think about nothing,” I said to him. He hadn’t noticed my attempt to think nothing, or if he did, he wasn’t thinking about it.

He shrugged. “Then think of just one thing for awhile,” he said with a final shrug and that was the end of that conversation.

So I decided I would get all Zen on my surroundings; I would Zen up my house- this is the one thing I chose to think about when I was not busy doing something. I would think of nothing else! And I didnt.

I placed end tables so when I bent my arm, my coffee cup would land on it, in just the right spot, in one movement – a movement that I could have done perfectly even if I were blind. I began to notice where my shoes and coat just naturally landed and I redecorated so there was a coat hanger and shoe box in those spots. Everything had its place and I Zenned out until I found the spot where it was supposed to be, and then I would put it there and sigh with the utmost satisfaction. Every little piece in its rightful (and most functional) place gave me such satisfaction!

I did this for years and I was happy. When people would ask me what I was thinking, I would reply “Nothing,” and I was! When I did think, I thought of where this or that should go, by staring at it and pondering it & that was all I thought of.

I gave myself a vacation from all that serious thinking. I thought for sure that the world would fly apart without my constant scheming about how to hold it together - that was indeed, my worst fear.

One of my other fears was that my relationships would suffer from neglect. Why, people needed me to think for them! The world needed my constant thought power in the great universal mind! You can’t even ask for a coffee break from the universal mind, hell everyone knows its Impossible!

But no one noticed that I was no longer thinking for them and my relationships all improved. After 15 years of Zen decorating, the world hadn't flown apart and the universal mind wasn't complaining any.

And I realized that Zenning is an endless task. I used to think that one day I would be done Zenning; that everything would be in its rightful place and I could enjoy that special feeling of a job well done. But zen decoration is never done, it's an ongoing thinking & doing.

Some people say that thinking is a behavior. Some people say that thinking is a habit. Bad behavior or good, bad habit or good…we shall never know for sure.

One old wise fellow told me that thoughts are merely the excrement of the senses; fertilizer from the mind. At first, I poo pooed him, then I gave it a second thought. Perhaps he was right. It made perfect sense, even if it smelled bad.

But when I planted roses in that fertilizer, they died and I thought, "What shitty fertilizer'' and I went back to Zenning with no thought at all.

May the Zen be with you! Namaste.

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The soup of religion, condensed for your enjoyment.

Condensed Jesus soup:

1. God made us and God made dumb asses too, why he did this, has, and will always be a grand mystery.
2. Dumb asses are ignorant.
3. Our suffering is our own fault; our only sin/flaw is that we find fault in the dumb asses.
4. Love all dumb asses equally is the way to heaven/nirvana.
5. Heaven/nirvana is dumb ass free, escape with us!


Condensed Buddha soup:

1. God ‘may have’ made us and dumb asses too, but why he did this, is not a question that is worth pondering, in fact, forget about God completely.
2. Dumb asses are ignorant.
3. Our suffering is our own fault; our only sin/flaw is that we find fault in the dumb asses.
4. Love all dumb asses equally is the key to heaven/nirvana.
5. Heaven/nirvana is dumb ass free, escape with us!

For GMITCHM, who made me laugh in the good way.

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The Apocalypse of the Dumb Ass or Why We Need Religion

It came to me in a flash; no, no, lets be honest it came to me in a wave of stupidity as I lay drooling on myself just the other day. I had finally achieved perfect clarity!

(Please remind yourself that although the following is metaphorical, dumb asses are quite real!)

Why, this heaven, this nirvana, this place of peace and joy that most of us want to attain... This place is ‘dumb ass free’ isn’t it?! May be its not so much an “award” for being ‘good’, but perhaps instead it’s a mere escape from the dumb asses that surround us on a daily basis.

Just think about it for a moment, how many dumb asses are in heaven? How many dumb asses are in nirvana? How many people there will bug the ass out of us when we do arrive there… bug us so badly that we would think “What a dumb ass!” My guess is none.

I recall the day I awoke and realized, ‘Why, I don’t like too many people at all!” Before that I worried that I was antisocial, I worried that people wouldn’t like me. The same people who I could not stand to be in the same room with! The same people who I hoped & prayed would move away, or find another job, retire, etc. The same dumb asses that I hoped to escape one day, since I had long ago given up on a plague that would wipe out just the dumb asses and leave us normal, nice people with a heaven-on-earth type deal.

For a while, I was their friend. Then I tried to be sympathetic to their life and causes. Nothing quite works because the dumb asses are quite simply, dumb asses! That’s why we think of them as “dumb asses”. You can’t change them and you can’t ‘help’ them to see things differently. Dumb asses are the reason why these words were invented: “stubborn”, “Low comprehension”, “blind”, “deaf”, “dumb”, & “dumb ass”. The sooner you realize this fully, the sooner you will be free!

So as I lay drooling on myself, wishing the dumb asses would go away, wondering who invented this weapon of mass stupidity and why, for God’s sake, why - I shot up a little prayer for their quick removal from my space, head space mostly, but the physical too. Right then it hit me! I was praying to be dumb ass free and I had been saying this same prayer since I had began praying. Sure, in the beginning I had prayed to be enlightened out of the great masses of dumb asses, and I do believe this prayer was answered, thank you Tao! But where did it get me? I may not be much of a dumb ass myself these days, but I’m still completely and utterly surrounded by them! I guess that’s where the old saying comes in “Be careful what you pray for, because you just might get it.” What is so great about not being a dumb ass? Why do we wake up one day, point at them and say “I will not be like them!” Why do we wish to be better, to be so different than everyone else?

Oh we pride ourselves on being a good person, “we are not like them!”; We are good people! They are obviously not good people, at least its obvious to us that they are not good people. Why are we so good while they are so bad? Why and how were we born with a naturally good heart when so many are born heartless? Well, that’s where religion comes in! If only we pray, we try to be good; we do this and that, why we can earn/buy or be given as a gift - our own way to the dumb-ass-free-land! Wooohooooo, that sounds so great!!! Doesn’t it? We can escape!!

So we pray, we believe, we hope against hope that may be there is a reason, may be our goodness will be given some reward, some special place where eventually we can rest dumb ass free or at least not be emotionally bothered by the dumb asses that surround us anymore; make me an island unto myself!

Now, some people hope that by not judging, not discriminating between the masters & the dumb asses, that they will become a master themselves – a master not annoyed one bit by the dumb asses. “There is no good & bad, right & wrong, it’s all perception”, they say, and then they add on “Oh but you must have the ‘right’ view! The ‘right’ view is that dumb asses don’t exist!! Ok, let’s just pretend…

Damn that doesn’t work, does it? Oh really, may be I’m doing it wrong…oh you say there is no wrong? Dammit, man! I’ll never get this right. Oh, but there is no right and wrong. But there is ‘right’ view, the right view is -"there are no dumb asses"! Why, but there is one now! Can’t you see it?

If there is no right or wrong, no good or bad, no smarty pants or dumb asses - then we are already free of the dumb asses and we are ourselves too damn dumb to see it. We are already in heaven! And nothing needs to be changed at all! Rest now, rest...

We are in Nirvana now! And who left the door open, how did all these dumb asses sneak in here?

"There must be a better place than this", Old Man Mosey growls to himself, under his breath as he tries to escape Nirvana.

- dedicated to all my enemies.

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First Story (as told by a 4 year old)

January 12, 2006

He laid the statue of Buddha down &
He put a gold blanket on it.
He said,
“Buddha has to stay asleep.
Buddha can’t wake up in the night.
Buddha can only wake up in the morning.”

“One time,
Buddha woke up in the night.
He went downstairs,
In the dark.
He saw a monster.
He woke the monster up.
The monster woke up,
And turned him into pieces.
The ghosts will get him.”

“Then Buddha made a car
With his yellow crayon
And he drove away.
That’s the end.”

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‘IT’ Will Costya

You want to see who?” Jesus said as he sighed heavily. “Sometimes I wonder if I have friends or just people who want to use my Costya”

Brian asked, “Why do they call it a Costya?”

“Cause its costs you everything”, Jesus said. He reached into his thread bare robe and pulled out a 5 dollar bill and a wad of tin foil. “Wonder who I owe that to,” he said, as he re-pocketed the 5 dollars.

“‘Well it doesn’t cost anything to use it, but when I bought it, I had to give everything I owned to own it, but I did so gladly because I wanted one! Whew did I want one!” Jesus winked knowingly.

He rolled out the tin foil and bent it in half and it turned into a laptop. “What was that name?” Jesus asked.

Brian leaned over in amazement and ran his hand up the Costya. It felt like piece of tinfoil. He couldn’t believe it now a laptop. He thought, “what the…” He barely mumbled the name out, his mouth hung open and he stared dumbly at the screen.

Jesus typed in the name and hit the enter key. He grabbed the laptop, rolled it out again and it was tin foil. He took it and hung it in the air and it turned into a floating window. It was a view into a kitchen of a woman with a wall behind her. Jesus talked to the women though the window for 10 minutes, begging her to listen.

She acted like she didn’t hear a word he said. Jesus crumbled the tinfoil back up.
Brian asked if he could see it. He rolled it around in his hands. He unfolded it and rolled it out, but it was just tinfoil. He frowned at the unyielding tinfoil.

Jesus laughed and said, “It just ordinary tin foil” Jesus took the tin foil back and ripped it in half. “It’s everywhere, but not too many people answer when you do use it. They act just like she did; they don’t hear you.” Jesus shook his head sadly.

He took the half and rolled it out, folded it in half, and it was a laptop; the same size as the other one. Brian looked at the half he held in his hand. He didn’t dare roll it out again; it didn’t work the first time. “Do it again,” he told Jesus.

Jesus ripped that piece in half, ripped that half in half, rolled it out, folded it in half and made a laptop the same size as the first one.

Brian just shook his head. He thought, “Kids these days…”, but he said nothing.

Jesus said, “You can use mine anytime, and even take a piece of it, but it’s everywhere.” He shrugged again. “But I don’t own it really. And plus, it costs you everything to own it.”

He paused and looked very thoughtful for a minute. ‘But even then, you don’t really own it, it’s more like…Hmm… Its more like it owns you….”

Very seriously Jesus added, “And plus, hardly anyone hears you.”

Then Jesus laughed and Brian became seriously paranoid.

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Jesus is not a jew; God is not a jew

Ug, I really dislike the term: "the Lord".

First, let me qualify myself, I am not a 'religious' person today. I love all old stories, legends, myths, etc... I was raised a Christian, baptised in the Holy Spirit at the tender age of 11; spoke in tongues and saw & helped performed miracles on others during my adolesence. What any of this mystical stuff really means - I have no idea; I am just giving out some free info on my backround here. If asked to label my beliefs today I wouldnt know where to begin. Someone once called me a mystic because they claimed mystics only believe what they have experienced. I do not believe nor disbelieve what I have experienced, I just try to recount my experiences or thoughts to the best of my ability. The rest is a grand mystery...

"The Lord" is old testament garbage that Jesus was trying to debunk and pull the rug out from under. The last church I went to taught the whole OT was pure evil & that it showed the wrong way to do things and the NT was the right way. But Im not basing my beliefs on anything I am TOLD. I listen to my heart.

I do believe words, scriptures, whatever else there is, are not as valid as what is written on the heart. The heart is the core of everything and listening to it is the highest calling. If the heart says "so and so is an asshole!", well then they probably are an asshole. But then the mind sneaks in and says "oh you shouldnt be so judgemental. bla bla" But the heart knows without a doubt.

I love the spirituality that Jesus taught but I dont like the religion others made about him. I dont think he would like it. He was about the heart, not buildings and rules and laws. I dont think he ever once used the word "Lord"; he said Father.

And its only been in the last 100 years that people have claimed that Jesus was a jew. I dont think he was and neither do a lot of old doctrines and legends. According to everything he taught, everything he was against...and the immaculate conception of mary's mother Sarah -Jesus and his mother both were either no race at all or every race at once.

The legend goes...
Jesus's mother mary was born from an eggless, barren women (sarah) who did not get pregnant from sperm. Mary's mother (barren & eggless) Sarah was just the incubator; no relation at all to Mary - Mary's genes (if she had any at all) were of God. Sarah "housed" a sinless baby-mary- so that jesus could be born without the stain of sin, same as mary) So jesus was twiced removed from having any "race".

Jesus was not tribal and did not teach tribal religious doctrine. How can someone born of god be a race? Is god a jew? I can talk about buddhism, doesnt make me an indian from india and just because jesus knew the religion enough to quote it, doesnt make him a jew.

And for those who have never heard this before: The Hebrews of the bible are not the jews of today. The jews of today are descendents of the pharisees. Boy, jesus had a lot to say about them! He didnt think the pharisees were Gods special chosen people like most christians today will tell you!

So where are God's chosen special people? What did the pharisees do with them? From the good book, it states that abrahams first son (borne by his slave, not his wife) was sent off towards what is now muslim territory...perhaps the people we are persecuting today are those people! gee, may be someone should check the bible and find out!! Didnt the first born son inherite everything, even the best blessings of god? Isnt the whole old testement all about "first borns"? Shouldnt Abrahams first born son be kinda of important then? yet no one mentions this, or they are just filled with too much glory to be bothered...

Anyone that reads the new testament with open eyes will begin to notice how many times it says :"for fear of the jews"; hell its almost on every other page! and yet in the last 100 years they started to call it "judo-christianity". yet no one is awake enough to question this; cause if you do, they immedietly label you as antisemetic. Dont think about, dont even talk about it!! That may be part of the reason why "fear of the jews" is written in the new test so many times. They can put you in jail for talking against jews now. Its george orwells 1984 all over; the Thought Police. yet, if you look around, you will see these same people trying to convince the rest of the world that the descendents of Abrahams first son - the muslims - are evil incarnate! gee, I wonder why???

Ok enough ranting. I guess I read too much. I often talk with one of my old chumlies who is a catholic priest and he agrees with me. He said they are trying to change the bible now, cause the jews don't like it the way it is. Hell the bible is antisemetic! There I said it! (Against the jews, or 'pharisees' not against the hebrews.) Ever notice the copywrite? guess who owns it? Let me just say, it aint owned or published by christians, nor was it translated by christians. If it were owned by christians, you wouldnt have to BUY one; they'd all be free.

I believe we have all been fed a load of ratshit for so long that we have begun to believe it; and no one questions it. Its all propaganda BS with no basis, yet it spills out of the mouth of every christian. Dont they read the book? How about the part where jesus says "you sons of satan, you den of vipers?" or the part where he says "god could make sons of abraham out of these rocks?" I guess they just ignore that stuff. Ive heard tons of INTERPRETATIONS of what these passages mean, but after you shrug off all the pre-programming brainwashing and really just simply read the words & think for yourself, WOW!

But what do they say : no religious talk, no political talk. What fun is that? But it sure keeps you out of trouble. Hee hee oh Im probably in trouble but I dont give a shit, I believe in speaking my mind and honesty. And Jesus spoke his mind and now guess who is trying to censor him? He sure did call it like he saw it, and I do not think that is 'judgemental'. Was jesus judgemental? Discernment is a gift of the holy spirit; discerment is not judgement. But they feed us ratshit that says discernment is judgement. Dont even think it!! OH its a sin to be judgemental.

*read the immaculate conception page in the catholic dictionary for more "proof"; Read the whole page about how they still debate these issues today.

I don’t know what my story is…

Oh, he was a rough character.

All of us were a bit intimidated by the man; his presence took over the room the minute he entered it. He exuded some kind of crazy I’m-here-now vibe that made everyone a bit spooked of the present moment, somewhat like a bad case of déjà vu - right before it unravels the worlds biggest ball of yarn.

The stories he always told; the things he would say! Holy shit, we didn’t know if we should laugh or run. We never knew for sure if the man was merely joking or not. No one was ever sure.

He was very outspoken; he said his mind and he said his peace. He was the person you didn’t want to debate; the type of guy that you avoided starting an argument with, if you could help it. Because he would always win, and even when he lost he still won – oh, and he let you know it too. He was impatient, he waited for no one, well, unless they asked nicely and wore bras.

It finally came around the table to him; his turn to speak. He paused. He took 2 quick melodramatic drags off his smoke before stubbing it out in the ashtray. Expectantly, a few people at the table drew in quick breaths. Some others shifted uncomfortably in their plastic chairs.

Two people in the kitchen were having their own meeting. Trying to be quiet but failing; their voices were heard by everyone at the table.

Causually, he took a deep breath. Some guy that hated him got up from the table under the pretense of needing more coffee and went to the kitchen, cup in hand. He tore a quick unemotional glance at the guy as he walked towards the kitchen.

The silence hung in the air uncomfortably. He paused a bit more and the whole room paused with him, unsure of what to do.

He laughed a bit then, as if he just heard the best joke.

And then he said, “I’d just like to listen, thanks.”

--dedicated to Tony@25!

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Who Cluttered up my Zen House?

Some old guru once said, “There is no room for dirt or laziness in a Zen house.” At least, he said something quite similar, as the story goes, so I do recall.

And it made me think. Rather thinking is good or bad or even neither or none, for that matter, is quite another story. But, let’s say: I did think, I do think, but I don’t often think about thinking, and I try to keep it that way.

So it made me think. And I looked around at the filth in my apartment; the same filth that makes me weep with joy after a visit to “Mother’s”. I looked around me and I thought.

I didn’t like thinking that my Zen House was dirty. Everything has its place, they say. “If you finished eating, go wash your bowl.”

Because in Zen, a clean house is a Zen House, but my filthy mess - my house - is just my home.

“May the Zen dirt stay clear of your household; may you have a happy home,”
Old man Mosey says with a bow to you and utters, “Namaste.”

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The Tale of the Hiney-Less Fool

His karma dictated that he be born ass first. Yet his whole life, he had no ass to speak of; his backside remained perfectly flat.

They named him Norm & he grew up normal. At least, as normal as everyone else.
But in every way one could possibly think of, Norm was a total ass! That is, in every way but one.

‘Norm the ass’, as he was many times called by casual acquaintance and foe alike,
‘Norm the ass, the ass-less fool!”, “Norm,” they shook their heads, “What an asshole!’

He never once got pity, his life was perfectly shitty, & his heart was made of stone.
He lived his whole life Quite Righteously Mad™, because deep-down inside, he knew his karma was bad.

Until as forewarned, on that fateful day, that Norm gave up his ghost. Just as predicted, he was self convicted; old & dying, still hiney-less, & alone.

~Dedicated to Everyday Dumb Ass

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Zen Whore

The student asked the Zen master, "How do I reach enlightenment, master?"
The Zen master asked, "Have you eaten?"
"Yes, master."
The Zen master instructed, "Then wash your dishes."
“But master!” The student complained, “I have washed my dishes! Please, please tell about enlightenment!!” begged the student.
The Zen master smiled and said, “Enlightenment is like a whore with bad breath.”
“How so?” puzzled the student, taking it under consideration.
“Not necessarily something to be sought...but one may use it when it makes itself readily available.”

--dedicated to zen whores everywhere, oh you know who you are!

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Much Ado About Nothing.

Although some would have you believe that “Nothing is the Void” or “the Void is Bliss” or even “the Void (Nothing) is enlightenment”, that is just mucho ado about Nothing. For Nothing implies Nothing! How simple can it be!

Although once some realize “Nothing”; they tend to think that Nothing is the end. How can Nothing imply bliss? But when you place Nothing with its counterpart; Something, you can clearly see that Nothing implies Something and Nothing is the beginning of Something. Why I’ll be! Perhaps the bliss is something afterall!

So to believe that Nothing is The End; The Very Pinnacle; The Enlightenment is simplistic monolistic thinking in a dualistic world. To get beyond pairs of opposites, one does not say “good is good and bad is good too!” No!

Bad is never good! Nothing cannot exist without Something! They each are their own devils and saints; two sides to the same coin, cut from the same cloth. When one realizes “Nothing", they can be seen as the same thing but both are needed and necesary!

Nothing implies Nothing; and Nothing implies Something also, but you add the meaning to your own taste. All in All, it is much ado about Nothing, but even that is Something to talk about.

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The Zen Crowd <>Who are These People and Why do they Always Drink my Beer?

You know how in the cartoons there is an angel at one ear and a devil at the other - and the main character is torn between which one to listen to? Good and Evil; some say they are simply representations of the first people you knew, but exaggerated. They are your ego!

The guy torn between the two is also your ego; little more than a social invention of the two of them; but basically he is the central axis of ‘Good & Evil’. But even he – your ego’s main character; “the all-suffering-me” - doesn’t really exist! None of them do.

Your whole ego and its cast of characters is just a delusion you are having, and that’s all. A delusion of the two of them having a back and forth, and your main character – the ‘you’ that you often mistake to be the actual you - He is the mediator! And he is not too good at it, obviously. He has the hardest job, the poor sucker.

You start to really believe the mediator is you. But he is not you. He is just another social fabrication of the origin two-some, yin & yang, good & evil.

So now it’s crowded in there! Three people are talking, and yet
not on of them is really you! And nothing gets solved.

The answer is not ‘stop this nonsense’, or ‘change the channel to a better set of nonsense’ - it’s how you react to this delusion; do you laugh at it and carry on as usual or do or do you let it rule you & control your whole existence?

Some say the best thing to do is not mind it and it wont mind you, because you aren’t these people anyway!

You peer in the fridge and call out, "Who are These People and Why do they Always Drink my Beer?" But you know, it's YOU!

And this crowd in your head may turn out to be no more than a skipping record in the end. So dance if you hear the music, but for God’s sake don’t let it annoy you!

Call it ‘Home’ and chuckle.

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And they call me a freak

So there I was...just minding me own business;
which was the whole dang world’s business if you buy into the pantheist’s theory of "one-ness"
And this guy, oh he was a feisty character
With a smile made of broken shards of glass
I thought back to the time when I was young and I had slammed my bedroom window shut
It was stuck fast, you see, from the moisture in the air on that hot summer rainy night
I slammed it, it shattered and I backed up away from the mess and cut my right foot on a shard of glass
Felt just like something had taken a bite of my foot
And the shards on the floor had resembled teeth...
He smiled at me, his mouth full of the broken shards from my bedroom window...and he talked of void-ness
How everything was just a concept, in fact everything was in essence- 'nothing'
So I says to him, to this feisty character, I says
"If it’s all nothing, why bother talking about it? Isn’t your talking, in fact, nothing too?"
And at that he smiled fully and deeply, the sun glinting menacingly off his mouthful of shards
And he says upon me, so serenely, he says, “It’s my nature."
And I swear I saw blood on one tooth, blood that was mine from way back when I was small - blood from my cut foot that fateful day
I would have been scared shitless if I wasn’t such a freak myself

--dedicated with love to the old man who claims to be free

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Lennon sings to the Pantheist in all of us

“I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.”

“I am the eggman, they are the eggmen.I am the walrus, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.”

Pantheists are a strange lot. They believe we are all “one”. The good, the bad, the ugly - still are all “one”. This leaves no room for absolution or repentance, because if we are all one, then we are all guilty of every crime - just as we all would get credit for every great act ever done.

“I am the eggman” - back to the old chicken and the egg thing: “Which came first, the chicken or the egg?” Lennon seems to think the eggman came first, but also that the eggman came second, third, forth, and on and on. We are all the eggman! And yet the eggman keeps coming...

There never was any chicken at all! The chicken is actually the egg! Who would have thought it? Well, the pantheist - that’s who. The chicken is really the egg and the egg is really a chicken and they are one anyway is a pantheist idea.

Was Lennon a Pantheist? He doesn’t only sing that he is just “the eggman”, he also sings “I am the walrus”.

Walruses are funny creatures, just as funny as Lennon was, if not funnier. The ‘Walrus’ is also called the ‘sea horse’ or ‘sea cow’. If you lean towards the ‘sea horse’ definition then you probably enjoy the 'horse and rider' metaphor and its many implications which all fit this philosophy. And if you lean towards the cow definition, you are probably thinking, “What the hell did Lennon mean by sea cow? Why of all things would he choose that?”

The sea horse and sea cow both have ‘sea’ in them. The sea or ocean is a pantheistic metaphor - we are the cosmic ocean, just as everything, everywhere is also the ocean. “I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.” Whether you view the “one”; the whole of it all as the sea or you just focus on one drop – it’s still all of the sea. We are all parts of the same thing - the “One”, the All - is the eggman - the cosmic sea or ocean.

So what about the walrus, or sea cow? Well, cows are unintelligent grazers and cow is also another word for ‘amazed’ and 'frightened'. Lennon may have meant that he was an unknowing, amazed and frightened grazer of the cosmic ocean. In other words, he was a self-admitted bewildered and frightened, big fat dummy. As we all are whether we like it or not.


So the eggman came first and hatched a walrus, not a chicken! The grand cosmic joke continues… Walrus or eggman? We are both, Goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob g'goo.

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The Legend of the Angel of Whims

Many have heard the tale of the butterfly flapping its wings and causing a hurricane half-way around the earth, but few have heard the Legend of the Angel of Whims.

When Whimsy had her way….

Whimsy was a beautiful, happy, magical, heavenly creature that floated along on her tiptoes in the utmost of utmost of Heaven’s best Heavens. She wasn’t a big thinker or a big decision maker; she simply existed from moment to moment on mere whims.

Whimsy was the creature that blew on all of the wildflowers in all of the fields, scattering the seeds to the four winds. She was the one who couldn’t pass water without splashing joyfully in it. She was the one the song birds sung about every morning, with their first song of the day, upon seeing the sun rise whimsically once again.

She tirelessly traveled from one whimsical thing to the next, but whatever presented itself on her path along the way - she just couldn’t refuse it. She had not even considered trying to refuse her whimsical nature; not even one time.

One day on a whim, Whimsy stopped to blow the seeds off of a few lovely flowers along the her way. Sitting perfectly still on a nearby rock, a butterfly watched as she gently blew on one small, delicate flower. At the same moment, a fat, happy caterpillar sneezed, surprising Whimsy.

The caterpillar was as surprised as Whimsy was surprised. The other flowers were surprised by the whole thing too and even the sky was surprised, although it wasn’t sure why it was surprised.

But the butterfly was surprised the most. The butterfly was blown away.

Caught in the motion and emotion of the moment, the butterfly (which later was heard to have caused a hurricane by flapping its wings only a single time) was swept completely away.

Falling, slowly and quite subtly, the butterfly plummeted to earth from Heaven’s best Heavens, never once flapping its wings.

Legend has it, that you are that butterfly.

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For Bala

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The Legend of Brian Buddha

The Legend of Brian Buddha

Brian Buddha was never enlightened because

he was made that way to begin with.

Brian Buddha was the original Buddha from which all subsequent Buddhas were named. Many people say otherwise, simply because time is an obscure mistress as much as, if not more than, surety breeds strange bedfellows, but without Brian Buddha - Buddha could not have reached for 'The Unreachable' because Brian Buddha was 'The Unreachable' before reaching itself was ever fathomed.

B. Buddha, as he was publicly known, was a walking metaphor of non-duality, oozing with absolute nothing-less. The Buddha that many believe to be the first Buddha spoke of nothing-ness. Herein lies time’s truth like a waiting whore, because one needs nothing-less first - to be able to deny it later; which is the base that forms nothing-ness. So in short, B. Buddha was the original Buddha, the metaphoric Buddha who invented Buddha-ness, and the unstoppable force that from which all-good things flow outward.

The term ‘B. Buddha’ later turned into ‘Be Buddha’ which meant 'to be like Brian Buddha', which later was shortened to simply 'Buddha', which took on the meaning 'Nothing-less left could possibly be said' before it was finally shortened even further to 'O'Buddha' which became the choosers choice of expletives to subtly and ambiguously imply just that. Although there are different stories as to where the O in 'O'Buddha' came from, no one knows for sure, but it makes one smile anyway.

Nothing-less left could possibly be said of Brian Buddha, except that he was and is the timeless Buddha, occurring both before and after regular Buddha, and perhaps even during, if one enjoys relativity sprinkled on their donut holes, O'Buddha!

--Dedicated to Brian Buddha on his 36th birthday.

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The Legend of the Dumb Ass

Strange thing about the past, it only exists within the mind. Sure, you can point to the hands on a clock and recall what you did 10 minutes ago, but what are you pointing to really?

Something that now, is but a memory.

“All in the mind,” that’s what “they” say.

Who are “they”?

Perhaps “they” are us; they are us, reminding us because we asked them to!

But, we are bad listeners, and plus, those dumb asses talk way too much.

The General Consensus states, “Although 80% of us believe in the ‘universal mind carpet ride’, 75% believe it will occur in the future!

(In the future, when the tooth of time has grown long within the jaw of the dumb ass, causing its own extinction. *As prophesized by the Monotheistic Dental Society of the One Tooth, the Only Tooth, So Help Me God! )

Only 5% of conspiracy theorists believe the ‘universal mind carpet ride’ has already occurred in the past! The same past, which they fear, they have forgotten!! (Its also rumored that probes were involved in 1% of theses cases, although some well known big head conspiracists theorize this as a left over anal fixation stemming from God’s bathroom.) Of the 80% of us that believe in ‘universal mind carpet ride’, 50% are total dumb asses; 'they' are dragging us down.

And 'they' are not the bad listeners, either.

Try as they might, the Big-Heads could fly the ‘universal mind carpet ride’ only as far as they could escape their own past, which was roughly 3 1/2 feet from the nearest dumb ass. That’s not far enough to get a smart-ass Big-Head off the ground, much less get his/her thoughts out of the past and into the 'theorized' dumb ass-less future.

What is time, exactly? Time is a neat trick of the mind, ticking off what has happened, as it passes by. Time is the minds little mile markers, separating the past into compact sections.

Time is always in the past; it never arrives, it only passes. You can take a step back; recall time. But you can never go an inch into the future, not a single tick, now or ever.

In the future, the timeless-minded mind is not an option! Hell, it’s not even a classic or an antique; it’s so old that it’s pre-existent as just a simple possibility.

The Big heads can and do take this leap of faith, out of the time-minded box because they badly want to escape the short-toothed dumb asses. Hell, anything is better than this; it has to be, they wager.

But alas, they cannot forge into a time-less future by ticking off how long it’s been since a dumb ass told them something absurd. After all, timelessness would have to be dumb ass-less-ness too, right?

So in the end, the dumb asses keep the rest of us down with our own desire to flee from them!

We may never fly again!

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Pantheists waste no time...

The Soul will always return to the body; it’s home…but not necessarily the same "home" if left from. It is likelier that the soul will return back to the closest home; not closer in distance, because, of course, *distance is as relative as relatives are at a distance; but closer in time, 2 seconds closer, to be exact.

*from the theory Relatives Staying at a Distance or RSD™

Sometimes 2 seconds are an eternity. If one was well focused, one would know simply by counting, that within the general relativity of the common mindset, these very same ‘2 seconds’ have already been eternity 1,429,894,321,937,798,317,304,089,0338 times and counting!

Some will argue that 2 seconds can’t be an eternity. Such perpetual notions must be discounted entirely, for they are not based on Relatives Staying at a Distance (RSD™) - for the simple fact that such notions always come from relatives standing right next to you, invading your personal space, breathing their garlic breath into your face, while they tell you how wrong you are about Relatives Staying at a Distance (RSD™).

Although only 2 seconds have passed, those 2 seconds were eternal seconds. As we all know from counting perpetual nothingness too many times to count, Eternal seconds are counted as 0 or null, in the same way that time is counted as null due to Relatives Not Staying at a Distance (RNSD ™). Although minutes, hours, and days sometimes pass during Relatives Not Staying at a Distance (RNSD ™) time, it is always counted as not counting at all.

The one and only exception to the theory of RNSD ™ is a conspiracy theory by the well-known hooligans, or as they preferred to be called, “pantheists”. The pantheists claim god is everywhere and everything at once, every single thing is a part or piece of god, and we are all voyeurs of ourselves.

If we could be everywhere at once, as the pantheist suggests, perhaps we are not who we think we are? If we are not ourselves, who are we? Perhaps the pieces of self, that seemed trapped in this earthy body are not truly ‘us’ in the sense of the ‘us’ that we all know, perhaps they are uninvited guests…us from the past or the future, intruding upon our now, simply because they were in the area, so why not stop by for a visit, to see their old pal, “us”?

So, if the pantheist is correct in his/her beliefs, which we all know s/he isn’t, all time, including eternal seconds would be null and void, because all time would be Relatives Not Staying at a Distance (RNSD ™) time. Since we would be everything and everywhere at once, not a single second of time could be counted as any time at all; which means no time has been wasted yet.

Including the time it took to read this.

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The Bane of the Intellect

The cry of the intellect is, “Me, me, me!”; away from a group consensus and towards individualism.

“Think for yourself,” is the primary goal of the teachers of the intellect. How can a teacher teach a student to think for his/her self? The message behind their words: “If you are not so wholly self-realized as us, you are mere sheep being led to senseless slaughter,” yet, the modern intellect is the largest sheep-herding device of this day! They cannot teach us to think for ourselves; they can only teach us to think as they think!

The intellects primary means of communication is to confuse those that approach it; to occupy the minds of those around it with argumentative philosophies and moral ideologies; such things that intellects believe cannot concretely be absolved. This subterfuge creates a diversion to shift the focus from the intellect toward the “ignorant” who cannot answer such questions adequately; since the intellect has long accepted no answer to be the one and the only answer to all questions of divinity, morality and ideology. (Which the intellect has been taught by his self-proclaimed 'peers' is the only true course for the self-proclaimed free thinker.)

The intellect, who has been taught such diversionary tactics and seeks to use them to smash the small minded ignorant, never realizes that which he has become a party to. Through such highly advanced individualistic thought patterns and actions, life drifts from lawful order to chaotic lawlessness; no problem can be solved, no issue can be corrected through such means and measurements because each and every case depends not on the facts or the law; on innocence or guilt, but on the highly individualized circumstances of each and every individuals life, personal choices, and precise motives which no other can truly be privy to!

Together, we are strong, divided we shall fall. We are not one in our individualistic differences; we are one within our group consensus, which is a driving force toward goals and lawfulness, the needed changes that we all seek. These highly individualistic compact consciousnesses are not the self-contained entities that they proclaim to be, rather they are a new-age version of the subterfuge, which seek to separate the “ignorants” to the point that they can never join with their brethren and become a guiding force of good!

The modern intellect are a new breed of sheep that do not seek an obvious goal, but seek only to undo the goals of others with their new-age brand of reasoning in which no goal can be properly defined, much less attained, except for more division, more individualism, more obscurity, and more fear and loathing of the ignorants who do wish join forces and become a part of 'the big picture'. 'Life' itself becomes conceptualized shades of gray that no single person nor group can get a grip on, much less talk about without over-generalized, obscure, middle of the road definitions, which un-define semantics itself.

The intellect, through his/her own ignorance will refuse to see that he/she is nothing but a new-age brand of sheep, taught by other self-proclaimed sheep to be 'self-defining'; cryptic, ambiguous, and obscure; to create uncertainty where there is none, to create diversity where there is none, to create a subterfuge so that the ignorants that they seek to proclaim their superiority over, will be so consumed attempting to explain their own simple words, that they will not see that the intellects have nothing to hold over them; that the intellect has learned nothing except for the oldest trick in the book and has self-labeled this as his/her own “intelligence”.

Affect not little shifts and subterfuges, to avoid the force of an argument. --I. Watts.

By a miserable subterfuge, they hope to render this position safe by rendering it nugatory. --Burke.

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“Can you enlighten me?”

What does this really mean? If you enlighten someone, do you give them new and valuable information, or do you just take away the fog which clouds their seeing, so they may “see” clearly on their own?

Personally, I do not think any person can enlighten another.

How many times can you hear the same theory on a thing, yet told a different way, until one of the styles breaks through to your understanding? Is that up to you, or up to the person’s to “get through” to you? How can you get through to anyone who doesn’t hear?

“Let he who has ears, hear…” Good quote! I often think that if we could learn to limit ourselves to speaking to those who will and can hear, we may save ourselves a lot of grief.

I think part of why we try to talk to those who don’t listen is because we don’t listen. If we did listen, we wouldn’t talk so damn much. The less you talk, the more you listen, the less your mind will talk to itself and the more room you have to listen with! As long as you keep talking, you cannot learn.

After repeating a story enough times, you finally hear it yourself (perhaps you become convinced!) and you no longer have the “need” to repeat it anymore. This is growth. (many people don’t know this and will tell you the same story forever, RUN!!!) There seems to be an individual number of times 'sane' people must repeat their stories.

But you can just stop. No one but yourself forces you to constantly repeat the same things. I have noticed from extended periods of silence that if I don’t chime in and give my opinion, that “someone” will take my place after a while and say exactly what I wanted to say.

If you just observe this phenomena without participating, this will enlighten you. Enlighten meaning to ease your burden, “lighten” your load. You will no longer feel that people are getting away with not understanding properly. You will (after a while) be able to listen without feeling the desperate need to “fix” them, to tell them the point they have missed, or to show them the proper way, etc. You will begin to allow people to live and grow on their own!

And you will begin to listen. The inner voices in your mind will slow down, or at least stop calling people so many names, and you will smile more.

There are many ways to say a thing, many styles to try. You must learn to use as many as you can. Tools are good to pass along, words are not so good unless they are things such as metaphors and poetry; which go way beyond simple meanings to the heart of the listener. That is why I like humor. A funny thing is a good thing, as long as its not harmful; it can surpass the mind and have multiple meanings that last a lifetime and keep you laughing towards enlightenment!

You must not be discouraged when what you say is not understood by those who do listen and do want to hear. It all goes in and stays there. One day, a light comes on and BINGO! They get it! Or you get it! Don’t be so concerned with the outcome…the enlightenment part. Just pass along what you can to those who can hear. And listen! The people that you least expect will say things that you may have heard before, but now you will hear it again for the first time! And it just may ease your burden instead of adding to that vast warehouse of useless knowledge.

"Let he who has ears, hear the metaphor!" - Old Man Mosey's take on Jesus

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The sublime, explained simply; metaphoric religious transubstantiation of the ever illusionary and illusive ego

The first stage that must be transcended: literal interpretation of religious metaphors. This is the lower realm where the ego takes root.

Religion is filled with transmutation metaphors. These metaphors are obvious in their simplicity to people who have defined their own ego as the central characters in all of the religious epics. Those who cannot “get out of themselves”; who are stuck in a reality where their thoughts are reality itself, often take these metaphors literally; accepting them as facts or just good “moral” stories. Many fight against them helplessly, becoming atheistic, agnostic, satanic, ‘new-age’, pagan, or worse; “self defined religious”!

The main character of the ego – the ‘one and only’ illusion of the mind: The dictator. The dictator always embraces or rejects authority; its own authority or god’s authority (i.e.; god’s authority may come through others), after defining what it believes is its own central dogma. If it rejects or accepts, it has a chance of viewing the religious metaphors as metaphors. If it becomes apathetic towards the “grand mystery” of these religious metaphors, it loses a grand opportunity to rise above them.

In the second stage of ego-disenfranchise, the ego begins to notice the common elements in the stories. At this point, it doubts the literalness of the stories or just “some” of the stories, picking and choosing what it likes. It does this out of fear of the unknown, which seems to be set mathematically against it, often into an overwhelming infinity. Or it may see this type of infinity and embrace it as “no one could ever possibly know/understand/explain such infinity”. Within both of these ego-mind sets, literalness is still king and master of all.

The final stage is the basis of all the transmutation metaphors; the act of viewing the ego/thoughts as who it believes that it is: a separate self who thinks it has free will and believes what it thinks is actual reality. (The Free Will Concept only exists inside of the ego, which is the first-born child of all “thinking” creatures.)

To “get out of oneself”, to be able to view the ego as what it truly is, one must not be caught up in the good or bad interpretations that the ego defines or try to change the ego’s systems at all. One must accept the ego as is and then just seek to turn it off. Only a moment without the ego is needed. Trying to outright ‘kill’ the ego is the futile exercise of megalomaniacs who still wish to overthrow God or Satan.

Once the ego is set aside, even if only for a moment, the true self, the ‘infinite within’ is able to discount the ego’s thoughts of dualistic opposites. This can happen instantly or even quicker. This is transmutation. This is a living metaphor of ‘ego death’, because the ego will rise again, transmutated, reincarnated, and soundly set in its fight for or against this new “freedom” in which it is not master or king.

If you literally interpret this page of words, rituals such as the transubstantiation* ‘seem to be’ de-evolution of transmutation. This is not my intent! Everything written on this page is in fact a metaphor also!

Go figure.


(*The Christian doctrine holding that the bread and wine of the Eucharist are transformed into the body and blood of Jesus, although their appearances remain the same.)

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Letter to the devout atheist or “debunker”

A Conditioned mind sees only the conditions that it is aware of.
I call this rubber necking.

No one can miss the accident, oh what a tragedy!
But many miss the kind person, or the quiet person and they don’t know what they are missing, or that they have missed anything at all!

If you only notice the asshole, what does that say about you? If you speak only of the vain pompous people, what does that say about you? (That you would not know a good person if they sat on your face and farted daisies up your nose. Hee Hee!)

Is this whole thing "the nice guys" fault? Should the nice guy learn to yell louder than the fool? I think not! It is your focusing problem and it has nothing to do with any outside source!

Your problem, not his!

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He who laughs last, laughs best (story time with Mosey)

A man had 4 sons and he was ill most of his life and his 4th son cared for him always.

The other 3 sons ran the family business, fighting and bickering everyday, but only agreeing that that the 4th son was a waste because he did no real work.

Above the family business, the 4th son and father lived so that the other 3 sons could keep an eye on them. Often they heard the 4th son laughing like an idiot, while caring for their sick father. Sometimes they heard their father laughing along with ‘the idiot - who had never worked a real day in his life’.

On his deathbed and with his dying breath, the father praised the 4th son, "Even if you were not my son, I would have been so glad to have known you. You have taught me much and given me laughter," he said with joyful laugh, and then he died.

The 3 sons fought and fought over who would claim the business and what needed to be done. The only thing they did agree on was that the 4th son was a waste and they promptly threw him out onto the street, homeless.

The day came for the reading of their father’s will.

The 3 brothers sat in their best business suits, pretending to weep into handkerchiefs while they fought quietly back and forth.

The 4th son, all dirty and dressed in rags, sat there happily grinning like a fool that his father had thought to invite him to the will reading, even though he had never been involved in his father business. He knew his father well enough to know that he would not inherit a single thing. His father had loved him and he had loved his father; this love they had shared had made his life full, rich, and complete.

The lawyer read the will, "I bequeath my business to be split equally among my first 3 sons..."

The 3 sons started shouting and fighting angrily; interrupting the reading of the will.

The 4th son laughed and laughed like a happy idiot.

The Lawyer who was reading the will, called them to order, and finally they stopped bickering and he began to read again.

"…As long as there is not one angry word between them during the reading of this, my will and testament."

At this, the 4th son laughed his best laugh! And as the story goes, he is still laughing his best laugh.


"But many that are first shall be last; and the last shall be first."

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THE MEANING OF ENLIGHTENMENT

What I am about to say cannot be said. There are no words. No way is the way.

Words are meant to explain concepts; concepts are snapshots of things or happenings that are stored in your mind. What you are saying always refers to these pictures, which you can never show another human. We are locked into these snapshots of concepts, filing away every new thing that happens behind the first snapshot of the first time this “same” experience happened.

Nothing is new to this type of mind, it the same cycle repeating endlessly. Some may call this karma. Perhaps people that can predict the future or read palms are really just good at noticing these types of patterns.

I wish there were a way, like osmosis, that I could show you the pictures in my head so that you would really know what I am saying. Some people “connect” in this way. Maybe these are people who have the same snapshots. Perhaps people we cannot understand have totally different snapshots than we do.

No one can explain things to you, unless you already understand what they mean. You always relate everything back to the concepts or snapshots of the “first” time this happened to “you”.

Bruce Lee said “No way is the way, no limits as the only limitation.” He said rehearsed routines lack the flexibility to adapt. He said after studying a few different techniques, he learned that you must use what you know when you need it in the situation that calls for it. He did not think a single “style” could make you a master of the moment. He believed in No way. (No way does not mean, “Do whatever.”)

No way is the opposite of the concepts. Although it may master and use the concepts to achieve it’s purpose, if it needs to.

The mind has within it a narrator. This narrator (or “you”) accesses the file of like things, (to what is happening now) and from that info s/he talks to you. What you think you experience is always in the past for this reason. (Some people seem to have a greater lag than others).

A lot of people seek to get rid of this narrator. They may think it is evil. Or they may say to embrace it that it is your dark side. Or they call it intuition, because perhaps it can see the patterns it has created.

Personally, I see no reason to get rid of the narrator; you can reprogram it; it is a good worker. Or it can be your friend; it is good company, even if its jokes are raunchy.

There is a switch and you can just turn off the narrator when you want; it does use a lot of energy. If you do choose to keep it running, it should entertain and comfort you at least.

Once you do turn it off, you may think you lose the filing system. You do not. You still can access the past; it’s just not automatic. (And now you can reprogram the past too.) You can experience the present in the now. (And not 2 seconds from now - which is when the narrator “told “ you about it before you turned it off.)

Losing the narrator can be depressing. You no longer know what to think about anything or what to do. “Things” lose their meaning because the narrator gave it THE MEANING in the first place. But, you can now see concepts that are new. New input will now be filed in a new spot and everything is new.

“What is a life without meaning?”, you may ask. (It makes me think of small children playing.) Life without meaning is enlightenment!

Well now, you can go “Teach” others this enlightenment once you achieve it. You can attempt to pass it on, as I have just done: by saying what cannot be said. (And remember to keep it entertaining!)

Or you can just go have fun.

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The Devil is in the Details

The world as we know it is in a perpetual dream state. The idea of this dream state is mirrored in many ways to the sleepers, but most don’t want to awaken and instead choose to ignore these hints.

Most sleepers are waging the war of images. Images are neither good nor evil; images are simply images. Images are pairs of opposites, both sides of the same coin, and truly subjective depending on the preferences of the person interpreting them.

What is not subjective is the Source (by “Source” I don’t mean the source of the images). What does this really mean? That the answers are not found within the images, but the answers are found in the Source!

The more attention one pays to the images and the image-makers, the further one goes away from the wake up call that would deliver one from the dream.

Inside the dream, one can fall into an even smaller dream! Inside this smaller dream, the dreamer has given control of his/her dream to another dreamer – and he/she is no longer the director. From inside this dream in a dream, one could even fall into a smaller dream, and so forth and so forth; smaller and smaller - an infinite number of times! One could go from being the main character in their own dream to working as an unpaid stand-in for complete strangers! Who are these people?! (In the words of a famous director whom I love, “Get the fuck out of my frame bitch!”)

Imagine with me for a moment, this world of images in images; each one smaller than the last and each one further away from the original dream - with its wake up call from the dream inside it. Images inside of images, inside of images, perpetually decreasing in size, infinitely progressing further in, and one has less and less control in each succeeding dream!

The few who do notice this pattern tend to awaken quickly; the shock so otherworldly that they are lost in reality; because what really is reality to the dreamer? The awaked dreamer cannot trust that which he learned in the dream!

Perhaps you are here now because you are awake, but how can you test wakefulness? Everything is suspect because the awaked dreamer is still critical and skeptical that ‘parts’ may still be a dream, or that it ‘all’ may be a new dream!

At this point, the awakened dreamer may ask, "How does one find the source? What is the right way?"

Knowing that images are simply images and little more than a bad diversion, the awakened dreamer turns his/her face away from the blinding array of never ending images and image-makers to the Source and the light is already there.

The awakened dreamer has merely changed direction. No longer diving into the detail of a detail further into the black sea perpetual images, the awakened dreamer giggles and floats because the Source has never changed!!

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Poem time! "- Ode to the Image Makers"

Slay the double-eyed monster
of the See!
The image-making dragon
of the sleepers;
The unenlightened wolves
Madly howling,
“The moonlight protects us!
The moonlight protects us!”

Fortified city, walled in shame!
Your inheritance;
The craftwork of adultery,
Your slaves;
The carpenters and blacksmiths
of Idol minds.

You are the faux-fillers of ancient predictions!
Messengers of the profits!
Overflowing with adulterated obligations;
Commentative buggery - your holy grail
Offered to the thirsty!

With the utterance of a single 'oppositional' word
You make a man out to be guilty!
The name you bore yourself in hiding
Became the discord you now must strike
from the books of shame you have beguiled
to have authored in your own defense.

O’ Ceaseless wanderer of the once sacred earth
Cursed evermore by the blood of your iniquity
Absolve yourself of this ancient misery
With futile philosophies of philosophies undone.

O' ye offspring of shallow waters
Mockingly proclaiming to own
The wind of eagles’ wings beating;
Your unwarranted sacrificial fruits.

Quickly escape inside the walls!
Your protector; vanity in vein
Your blackened heart trembling!
The land of sorrows and woes
Seals up the enmity within you,
Forevermore.

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The Unfathomable left you a message.....

Fill in the blanks as you go if you are insane. Otherwise don’t.


I downloaded these

_______________for you from the
Unfathomable words

_______________because of your request to
The Unfathomable

_______________for these exact
The Unfathomable

words was received by

_______________on many occasions throughout your entire Life.
The Unfathomable

Even the parts you have not lived yet, yes, those too.

You will ask again - in spite of these

_______________you are given now.
Unfathomable words



Happiness had nothing to do with anything outside of your head.

Pay careful attention to these words, groups of words and wordings. These specific words were chosen exactly for you and are completely accurate. You will accept these words completely and unfathomably if you read this a few times.

In between your ears worlds are created, loved or hated, exalted or punished, destroyed and reincarnated.

Do the people in these worlds in your own head love or hate you? Do they worship you? What do they say to you?

Do you pay attention to the worlds between your ears or do you just dismiss it quickly with no ‘thought’?

Read this slowly out loud:

Happiness has nothing to do with anything outside of my head.

Happiness has nothing to do with anything outside of my head.

Happiness has nothing to do with anything outside of my head.


Some people say it like this; say this inside your head only:

The kingdom of heaven is within; happiness has nothing to do with anything outside of my head.


There is creation – which is you and you are it, along with the earth, sky, and universe. Within creation - all are one.

The earth is your relative; be it mother, brother, or however you like to imagine it. It is blood kin.

But the world between your ears is truly and forevermore:

Your one and only begotten son; your closest creation; your only heir.
The blood, sweat, and tears of your loins.
Your creation!

Listen to it; love it; raise it well!

It’s all your choice what you do with the world you created between your ears.

A) You can deny that you continuously create it.
B) You can try to train it like a naughty child
C) You can ignore it, try to silence it, or ‘work at’ teaching it.

But I ask you now, “What would God do?”

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Fill in the Blank.


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The East meets the Dumb Ass

Fri June 21, 2004 10:10 AM
Tamil Nadu, India - A small group of Masters recently discovered that a part of the populace of their village was nonexistent!

They noticed that the villagers were speaking to people who were not “there”!

At first, the Masters assumed that the missing populace consisted of deceased members of the village or gods of some sort.

But the Masters remained stumped by the villagers odd behavior, until one day while eating figs, the Masters “realized” that the villagers were speaking to perceived projections of their own selves; quite often, extremely “real” negative projections.

The Masters tried in vain to help the villagers discover their error; to help them lose their projections, or, at least, to help the villagers exchange the sad projections for happier ones.

In spite of their best intentions, the Masters could not help a single villager, since they lacked a suitable metaphor to explain away something that they themselves could not “see”. Still, the Masters did try. They learned to use their words and silence as a tool to teach the villagers. The villagers took the tools, but they did not learn. They took the tools of words and silence and made weapons instead, which they used to gain power over other men and land, never once understanding the intent behind the Master’s words and using it only to further their own will.

In spite of their differences, most of the villagers learned to live in peace with the Masters and often benefited from their presence.

When a villager came close to death, they would call on a Master to show them they way to the unknown, and when one gave birth, they would call on a Master to witness the birth.

In their successes, the villagers would praise the Masters. In their losses, they would curse the Masters. The Masters were again stumped by this odd behavior.

A few of the villagers nicknamed the Masters “dumb asses” when faced with legends of their own nonexistence. When asked about this, the Masters simply replied, “You can’t believe everything you hear.”

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Karma meets Christ: The Screaming Baby Realm vs. Pornography of the Mind

Screaming baby realm:
Years ago I had a vision. As far as visions go, they can neither be good nor bad. The interpretation of such visions is made by the listener second hand and not by the person who actually had the vision. You will be the judge of my vision. I will live with knowing that it was “true” in some sense, because I can feel it inside. You can only judge it by these shallow words and concepts that follow.

The vision I had was of a realm of screaming babies. They were all mine. Every time I had ever had sex (or thought of sex) I (and the other person) had created a baby in that realm. Most of these babies were insane and screaming for my blood. I was very disturbed by this.

In the past I had sex, both in my mind and for real with people who were not quite “right”. After having this vision, I stopped both. I just didn’t “go there” anymore in mind. But the babies still screamed for my blood.

I pondered this at length, unsure of what to do. I came to the conclusion that it was pornography of the mind, what some people call karma, what others call the effects of free will (heaven and hell). Call it what you will, its pornography to me.

So for a while I abstained from baby making, still the numbers of insane babies outweighed the number of good babies in this other realm, and none of them were happy babies.

So I began to make good babies and I made them fast. Soon the good numbers far outweighed the bad, and the good babies began to calm down the insane babies. All was well for quite a long time, my “karma” had shifted, and my willful hand had turned the tides for the better.

One Sunday a loved one asked me to attend church. I was not a churchgoer, but I went to be with my loved one simply because they had asked. They fell asleep by the end of the sermon (later I discovered they were quite insane, but that is yet, another story). A traveling preacher gave the sermon. He talked for an hour about the screaming baby realm that I had “seen”. He had gotten it from the bible somehow, even though to my knowledge there was no such thing in “the good book”. I was scared shitless. How did this random man know about the screaming baby realm? I had never told a single soul!

When the collection plate came around, I put all the money I had on me in it. And I never went to church again.

Since then, I have come to realize that every interaction we have is a form of sex.

If we have a nice talk together, it’s a form of sex. If we argue and fight, it’s a form of sex. Everything we do, in fact, is a form of sex and the number of babies grows and grows.


Pornography of the mind:
The pupil complains about suffering-life to the Master on the mountain. The Master listens and when the pupil is finished with his story the Master says simply, "pornography of the mind”.

So the pupil gives up all his negative thoughts and sits mediating with the Master on the mountain. Until one day, the student (who is now filled with all good things) smiles serenely at the Master, at total peace with himself. And the Master sees his smile and says simply, "pornography of the mind”.

The student, upon hearing this, gives up all of his good thoughts, too. He and his Master sit on the mountain, both empty of thought. One day, out of the blue, the Master turns to his pupil and says simply, "pornography of the mind”.

The student leaves the mountain and returns to the village of his birth. He gets married and has children, never again thinking of “pornography of the mind”, except for when he tells the story of his Master to his kids and later on, to his grandkids.

On the mountain, the Master tells his new student the story of the pupil who mastered all concepts and lived his own story.

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The Storytellers and their Stories or Truth is False

The stories are more about the storytellers who tell them, than about the story itself. A good storyteller will become a story others tell, the story of the great storyteller! These are the best stories.

A man will hear a story and repeat what he thinks are the choicest parts. If the story is really good, he may recall it almost word for word. If it is not, he may add or subtract from it. Each story is added to in this way; by the unique way this storyteller tells “his” story. Even if it is not “his” story, it becomes his while he is telling it. This is the highest form of flattery! Someone has done something or something has happened, that requires a storyteller.

Choose your storytellers wisely! They will show you a whole new world if you let them.

Don’t just sit by anyone’s fire and listen to any old story. Look at the face of the storyteller and look at the faces of the listeners. Is that the face you wish to wear? If it’s not, find another storyteller to listen to!

Are the stories true? They are stories! Find the metaphors and ingredients in the words; don’t look for facts and proof. You miss the enjoyment this way and you learn very little.

Unless you experienced the story yourself, it’s not “true” and it doesn’t matter that it isn’t true. Even when you have personally experienced the story, once you tell it, it’s now a story and it’s not “true” in any sense. It’s now a story and not a “doing”. (Doings are the only real “truth” and they are only true while you are doing them, the stories of the doings are not true.)

Once you learn this difference, between truth and storytelling, you can enjoy almost any story as long as it is one worth repeating and has merit. A merit filled story will live long and continue to haunt you in a good way.

--dedicated to truthisfalse, a truly inspiring human.

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