Saturday,
December
15, 2001.
Caution:
Those with a deviated scepter, or who are prone to abrupt-head-trauma
should NOT collect the Fresh News from yesterday, today and tomorrow,
and on Sunday read them together as fast as possible in swift succession.
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The
numerous situations unique to man which humans refer to as, “problems”
all
have the same cause:
humans
trying to help other humans with
such so-called problems.
There
is a group of actors who are obliviously out of control, save for one,
but
who, by the judgment of other bands of unruly players,
still
put on quite a show -- even though they appear on stage
only one at a time.
Go
now beyond just the question of: “What drives my life?” to one more
specific;
“From
where comes my personal interest in the particular non physical matters
to
which I am attracted?
The
instinctive need for nourishment makes me get up and turn on the stove,
but
what causes me to get up and turn on the stereo?
The
motivation behind one couldn’t be clearer -- or the other,
more obscure.”
Man’s
unending discussions are only about things which have no physical existence.
People
are not numbed into mental catatonia by interminable droning regarding
bauxite
or carburetors.
One
man says: “When I lay down in bed at night and everything is still and
quiet,
I
fully realize then what, ‘being-asleep’ means;
for
I know where my body was that day,
but
when I think back -- it is as though ‘I’ was not there.
I
know it is the same for the rest of the world -- but they don’t notice
it,
(or
at least, don’t care),
but it scares hell outta me.”
In
soap operas, when characters first began having their “evil twin”
appear,
it
was called an inspired piece of fictional creativity,
but
in truth, the idea already had a few years on it -- like five thousand
--
-- in real
life.
Everybody
needs a secret location -- one that
is unknown even to them;
everybody
has one -- but only a few recognize that it is
unknown to them.
Once
you get past the pseudo mysticism of ThisThing,
at
first it may seem like it becomes just a word game --
but not so;
it
is a deadly active sport intended to end all word games --
especially
those unrecognized as such,
(read: Everything ordinary men ordinarily
say).
Trying
to change the workings of your mind when you have only thoughts to do the
job makes the term, “Losing battle” seem downright optimistic by comparison.
If what you think about does not result in action it was meaningless.
Why,
of all the Super Heroes, does only the Invisible
Man constantly talk about himself?
A
person struggling to awaken
can be seen either as, or both as:
a
harbinger of man’s future -- or an example of his past.
You
can look at the attempt to wake-up
either as
the
highest use a man can make of consciousness,
or else as a mis
use of consciousness.
The
Ole Sorehead huffs: “In the face of ordinary people’s take on life:
anyone
who can still feel periodically happy might consider the possibility
that
they are manic-depressive.”
There’s
not only, TheBigSecret,
but a string of smaller ones leading up to the big one, and you may
as well know it now: they’re all pretty
obvious.
Reminder:
There is no more potentially beneficial activity the few can undertake
than
the personal investigation of the question:
“Do
the thoughts which continually pass through me
turn
out to have any effect at all on the life I end up actually living?”
The
door to clear sight & astounding realization is always
open
and accessible -- if
you
will ever quit loafing on the inane belief that
you
already know what you are going to see.
Nothing
can anticipate the discovery of its own insubstantiality –
particularly
the entity whose interest motivates the search.
There
be in this entire universe but one such entity.
There
are dogs who bark -- but only in yards of their own creation.
The
imaginary cannot be destroyed;
the
imaginary cannot be overcome or controlled;
the
imaginary is not non existent -- only blinding,
to
those who do not realize its function.
The door to a great, obvious secret is quite near –
all you have to do is look up (internally).
J
...............................The
inspirational mantra muttered by all Portuguese sailors as they undertake
each new voyage says it all:
Lancar gordura noz vento: “Cast your goobers to the wind.”