Ordinariness

Humans have only two possibilities in life, he said dogmatically: 1) to participate in the process, 2) to become the results of the process. (And it's pointless to argue, there is no process, are no results - just look around, at your CRT, etc., results of process.)



This imaginary division can be seen in only one way, by his speech. Humans become the results of their words, expressed either to themselves alone, or to others. Never silent, humans are the result of the process.



Someone "experiences" something they note as being "something" substantial enough to comment upon, and express their comment: they have become the results of the process. Never silent, he is the result of the process.



This is the source of the notion, often expressed as, a man is known by the company (of words) he keeps (speaks); and, as one thinks (of words), so does one become (speaks).



Humans, only (not non-humans which can't speak to us), exist in a never-neverland, a fiction, between Process and Results-of-process, like a fence-rider, eternal, unchanging, willing.



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In my youth, to reach the city, I walked along the pasture separating our farm from the city road, which was bounded by the most wonderful fence stretching miles, and it was just wide enough to support me the full distance from our farm to the small city we called, Our Town.



While riding that fence, twice a day, I realized that falling was always a possibility, but the outcome always uncertain. That is, I always, "could" fall, but equally - since I hadn't yet - "into what", "landing where", "then what", remained as before, wholly uncertain. That is, I was literally straddling the edge of Infinite Eternity in all dimensions. As far as that little fence-rider, me, was concerned, I was at the center of reality, and non-reality.



This, for me, enlightened the muse of spirituality as distinct from the muse of externality/materiality - themselves straddling the fence by signifying one side or the other of my, narrow fence of possibilities. That is, from the pursuit of worldly fame, money, in the city I was forever travelling to, began the pursuit of spirituality.



It was simply staying on the fence, until I jumped down.

While walking, walk. When done, stop.

Cave-paintings

Everything that mankind thinks and believes about what's going on - inside him and outside him - are cave paintings on the wall. All his theories, stories, fictions, analyses, regarding things immaterial, things he can't touch, fondle, take apart and put back together, from theosophy to philosophy, from psychology to anthropology, are nothing but cave paintings on the wall.



The more paint he applies to that wall, the smaller becomes his little cave, but at least he has some pretty pictures up there to while away the long hours between meals and sex.



He does not realize that there are people outside his particular cave, nor does he even realize what is the cave, nor where is the cave, but it sure has some soothing, comforting pictures up there on the walls.



If someone should happen by the opening to his cave, and shout out some words of encouragement to the cave-dwellers within, they are instantly cursed and told to go away, and the door which was open only a crack anyway, is pushed closed.

An experiment you can do at home

How do you make the cockroaches and kitchen mice come out into the open...



Well, it's simple as pie, and you don't really have to DO anything. Just wait for the sun to go down, turn off all the lights in the house, and if you want to see them and prove to yourself the experiment works as advertised, put on your night-vision goggles (since, as you know, you can't see in the dark), and voila! in just a little while, depending upon what kind of house you keep, cockroaches and kitchen mice galore, having their nightly party in your abode.



Let's just suppose, for the sake of argument, that the several "terms" used in the description of the experiment were symbols for something else. (cockroach, mice, abode, light, goggles)



Let's just suppose, for the sake of argument, that your consciousness could operate in a darkened environment, and think two things at once, without identifying.



What do you suppose the symbols represent, and the bigger/better question, how do you make the cockroaches and kitchen mice go away?



Too obvious, eh?

How belief holds on for dear life

It's not, believing you have a personal life, and then believing that your personal life is an example of anything at all, that's so confusion-producing in the one engaged in that mechanical process of self-delusion, it's that your thinking can't determine how to intercede, and where necessary put a stop to it.



Could you do that, think about what's going on in there - mechanically - you could intercede, in realtime, and become "more" enlightened than you already are, at least in that one endarkened area of belief.



To wit: and this is funny. People get away with saying any damn thing they want, because they realize (incorrectly) that they don't have to back any of it up. They can't (and so don't) cite proof.



So, they say there IS a god, and no one can say to them otherwise, because they can't cite proof and >>believe<< they don't need to, they "believe it", it's part of "their life experience", so... it must be true.



They say there IS a problem with such-and-such a person, for something they did or said, but their memory is so faulty (and apparently their time so valuable) that they don't/can't cite proof, and so continue believing any damn thing they want.



If your own consciousness would NOT ALLOW you to say things, for which you could not cite proof, then you would say a lot less than you do, and you would not continue believing most, if not all, the unprovable claims you make.



Consider that over dinner, if you've got nothing better to do.

Mixing metaphors for fun and profit

Ask anybody, even yourself right now: When you are not *thinking* (there are no perceptible words coming out of your mouth, or onto your keyboard, or banging around inside your head so that you can *hear* them - which means you are NOT watching tv, listening to the radio, reading a book or email, just sitting there, not *thinking* about anything) what's going ON in there?



Do you immediately reply something like, feeling, or sensing, or whatever is left of you, in there, when you are not thinking?



Fact is, there IS no time when you are not thinking, except thinking is the wrong word here, it's a huge mixed-up metaphor.



That is, the metaphor, "thinking" is used by 99% of the planet to describe as best they can their inner mental chattering, daydreaming, etc. But they've totally mixed up their metaphors.



That is, there is a word that much more precisely describes what is going on in there, and if people would only start USING >>that<< word, instead of the >>wrong<< word (thinking), they'd discover a new reality.



But, sitting around thinking about what that *other* word is, or waiting for someone to actually tell you the word, is precisely like opening your mouth and waiting for a roast pidgeon to fly in it.



Good searching, er, uh, thinking... yeah that's the ticket.

The fallacy of 'friendship'

People don't want 'friends' - in fact, that's the last thing they want.



What they really want, is "yes- men" (and "yes-women"), people who will tell them exactly what they (their personality, their "ego") want to hear, that is, not to ruffle feathers but to smooth them.



As soon as you tell, what you consider to be, your friend, that they "suffer from" (are subject to) one or another self-limiting feature -like, they drink WAY too much for their own good, or they smoke too much, or they chatter too much - you run the real risk of losing that person as your friend.



No, people only want "enablers" of their addictions - and those addictions are many, and involve all parts of their nervous system, from instinctive addictions, moving addictions, emotional addictions, and intellectual addictions. Non-friends, strangers, will rarely tell another person of their perceived addictions, not knowing how they will react, and not really caring about them either way anyway. Only supposed, so-called, "friends" will do that, but people do NOT want friends, they want enablers.



All the foregoing is not the TRUTH, it is not even a theory, it is merely a viewpoint. Do you actually HAVE any Real Friends, who won't be your constant enabler, who won't be satisfied with the continual displays of your addictive personality?



Do you even want friends like that?



Or, like most people alive today, do you only want stranger/acquaintances? People who never get to know you well enough to tell you off, tell you the truth as they see it about the way you are?



Welcome to the Über-Mommy, www.internet.com/yahoogroups

You KNOW who your best friend is? Right?

A Definition of Sleep

People are asleep, not ordinarily awake, not conscious of themselves or their actions, and CERTAINLY not of what's being pumped through their automatically-running-on- overdrive brain, that they continually identify with, become identified with - they actually BELIEVE they are the author of the words that they write, the thoughts that they "think".



You are asleep, as in a waking dream. And waking up, or trying to wake up, is becoming aware of what's being pumped through that organ, at all times - not once an hour, not once a day (if you're lucky), but at all times, AND calling a non-conscious act, an instance of being asleep... YET AGAIN, like so, so many times before (can you say, >>all the time<


But, hey, people don't LIKE to be told these things, because they BELIEVE they're above such facts, especially when told to them by someone they don't like, or don't know, and/or BELIEVE must be a fool on wheels for having stated it so directly.



Knowing what's going on is being awake. Believing you're awake is being sound asleep.