Zen and the Art of "Hanging Out"

 (...language maintenance**)

What we in the conscious circle are doing - week by week for years and years, unlike so many who have never attended... not even ONCE! - is surfing the light fantastic, discovering thrills and chills the ordinary 3D body is not accustomed to experiencing. Not from roller-coasters, not from base-jumping, not from sky-diving, not even from sex-with-alien-babes (well, that one's pretty close.) Not from anything out there in the physical world that requires a ticket to be admitted, or you can't get there from here IN AN INSTANT! bzzzzzzt!

We are learning, every single time we meet, that there are concepts that can be comprehended and expressed wordlessly which resonate in everyone within that head-space (whatever that means - you figure it out), and that new sounds, tastes, shapes, colors, angles, curves and turns in the road suddenly appear, seemingly out of nowhere, that were never even dreamt of existing before. It's not a big deal of course - certainly NOT to the casual onlooker, bystander, eavesdropper, or drive-by "here-today, gone-tomorrow" looky-loos (who might seem interested, but whose actual intention is only to browse, and then walk away mumbling negatively to themselves), because they do not have the (ten-) sensory apparatus to appreciate all of this - except to the circle of friends who, by their Will, Attention and Consistency, make these occasions Sacred by their Presence.

But then again, you don't need to be 

reminded of this yet again... 

do you?

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(Zen and the art of) **language maintenance: in order to not allow oneself to, as it were, be continually "stopped-out" by the guard-at-the-gate (samurai-on-the-bridge) who seeks to keep one from realizing higher truths about who and what one is, who and what others are, what is Life, Being, Humanity, Consciousness, and especially those millions and millions of ordinary experiences, and memories about them, that continually want to be re-membered, and re-expressed, that actually CAN BE transcended... but aren't. And so... like dirt and debris in the pond, they muddy and roil the otherwise calm, clear waters... And so... not being able to do any of that - i.e., being yet again "stopped-out" - they continually fall back into their old, tired, and overly-well-worn patterns, forever "trying, and trying again," and never seeming to get anywhere.

What can you say but, 

Ho Hummmmm.