INVISIBLE GURU FORUM

What if you are not enjoying anything while thinking about it. You might enjoy your thoughts but they only remove you from what is arising in your experience. Remember, thinking is the problem, not the solution.

Love ya, Jed.

.... please do....

First Amusement Ride
Kathy’s parents took Kathy to an amusement park. She was in line to get on a car ride. She was excited to get to drive a little car her own size. She and her sister got in the car, Kathy in front of the driver’s wheel, and off they went! Kathy saw a curve up ahead and she dutifully turned the steering wheel in the direction of the curve, but then a thought occurred to her. What if she didn’t turn the wheel the right way? What would happen? Kathy began to be frightened of the possibilities. She made sure she turned her wheel correctly at each curve, but the fun went out of the ride. Kathy did not realize, until many years later, that the cars were on a predetermined track and that she could not fail. Kathy was not the one in control.

In the story, the track—it seems like it was a barrier of sorts, between the left set of wheels and the right set of wheels, on which the car sat—was in control.

Not acting in accordance with the track (not steering in the right direction, or not steering at all) would make for a jerky, yet successful, ride.

Who was in control of laying that track? There appears to be an infinite regression (so many factors, and their antecedents) in play here.

Who is at the end of this infinite regression? I don’t know! Isn’t it turtles all the way down?

All I know, right now, is that it is not me in control.

Is there a way to know who is in control?

Hard to disabuse myself of my genetic coding & reinforcement history, and this YOU of which you speak, how would I discover this YOU and why would I want to? I guess that’s what the books are about & this forum is about. I’m good, for now. Maybe. The grandkids are enjoying “our” (husband manages a ranch for rich people) private 100 acre lake & the trampoline float. I’m chilling in the shade after a nice swim on this beautiful Southern sunny day. Living the dream, I guess. This YOU apparently likes me for some reason and I’m happy to let it be as it is. I’m aware that it’s doing its thing beautifully and I’m thankful.

She arrived safely.
She weathered the storm.
She’s a seasoned sailor.
She’s no longer forlorn.

At the bar, before leaving on her next journey, she sings this Old World Song:

I’m so glad we had this time together.
Just to have a laugh or sing a song.
Seems we just get started, and before you know it,
Comes the time to say, “So long...”

She’s become a comedian—
A true puppeteer—
She pulls on your strings,
And then disappears.

No, wait, she’s a poet,
The kind Plato despised.
She’s just playing around
In her dreadful disguise.

Oops, sorry, I forgot you didn’t like poems...

Or stories...

What’s left?

Oh yeah, that...

Your response reminds me of the movie “Funny Games,” a scary movie. One of the lines in the preview is: “You shouldn’t forget the importance of entertainment.”

Is there a difference between “lived experience” and “watched experience,” as in watching a movie? I think so, but I have a feeling that you would disagree. I’d hate to live through that storyline in Funny Games, on either side, terrorizers or victims. 

On the other hand, someone watching a movie of my life my cringe in horror... and, come to think of it, I’ve played both the roles mentioned above.

Good thing it’s me living my life. I’m perfectly suited for this role. What a thought! I’m not sure what to make of it, if anything.

“Make nothing of it.” Got it. My most easy assignment. Does this mean make nothing of anything and everything? Uh oh, now I’ve complicated matters... why do I always do that?