Got your attention yet
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O.K. Now let me share some wisdom, or maybe it's not wisdom, who cares?
I am not a youngster and have been lucky enough to have gained an amazing array of experience in this human world.
I want you do get this at a deep level... please contemplate: EVERYONE'S TALK IS SILLY, IT'S RIDICULOUS, CHILDISH, MOSTLY STUPID, OFTEN BORING, USUALLY ILLUSIONAL/DELUSIONAL /SELF-REFERENCING ... IN SHORT... ALMOST ALWAYS JUST A PILE OF CRAP .... I REPEAT, A PILE OF CRAP. I'VE MET WATER BUFFALOES WHO SPOKE MORE INTELLIGENTLY, (no, I wasn't on drugs!).
This is my observation. When one is fearful, one talks rubbish and there are very, very few people who are not living in fear.
So, there is a corollary to this, the other side of the coin. IN TRUTH, you are not special, not in any way. You just are. Fear is keeping you from talking in a ''more'' honest manner. Now, I am not special either. Perhaps a little lucky in this human experience, but absolutely nothing special. The luck was not something ''I'' had anything to do with.
Your ego and the self-esteem b.s. that you were raised with block the view. Parents, society, schooling, government ... etc. have all been your jailor. What else could Maya/ego produce... other than more of the same? Escape is just a decision away, a realization that IN TRUTH, you are very, very simple, very ordinary, and ... really more like a baby that an adult.
Why does a baby draw adult's attention? A child is what everyone is striving to be like but they are going about it bass ackwards. They are piling on garbage when they should be (if so inclined) removing garbage. Your self-esteem, the maintenance of your special illusion of a real somebody, a self, someone special... are very weighty and will burn you up just bearing and wearing them... unless you stop by the roadside of life and remove that burden. Just gently put it on the roadside and say, ''Thanks, but no thanks, not any more''.
Bring a baby into a room of adults and observe what happens. The adults gather around and ooh and ahh. Put the baby on the floor and, let say it's a boy. Of it goes and pees all over the carpet (baby boys are notoriously bad mannered that way). Everyone says, "Oh... he's soooo cute, just peeing away on our beautiful Persian silk rug''. What on earth do all these supposed adults see or sense here. NOTHING, the shear nothingness that the baby is. Open and available for everything and anything that arises. This is pretty close to a description of God.
Now, look around at the adults.... what do you see? Worn out, burdensome and burdened, sad eyed, bent over with age... it doesn't have to be like that... pretty much just another zombie movie and exactly why they are so popular.
Some students expect me to paint a picture, (complete with IKEA like directions) to show you what the finished product (T/R) is going to look like. This will give you a goal to shoot for. That's certainly reasonable but there is a catch. If I do that, or at least try (because it's impossible), I will fall into the NABS trap.
Telling someone that they can expect some blissful out of the world experience certainly sells, but it also traps one into expecting something, something specific and thus missing the nothing that is... that you are, in Truth.
Any picture I might give will not be IT. You cannot imagine IT, you cannot picture IT, but of course, humans want to know where they are headed (control issues anyone?). More accurately, their egos want to know. Ego cannot go there. That's just the reality of this ''situation''.
Let me rant on.....
Suppose I gave you a painting. It's a marvelous and famous painting and it's very old. Let's pretend it's from the time of the Buddha (just to make it more interesting). The problem is that various folks have come along over thousands of years and painted over it, thinking they could make it better (Church, leaders, gov. schools, etc.). Needless to say, the all failed.. most quite miserably.
I come along and see you contemplating it, yet you are frustrated because there are many, many layers of fake painting/paint on top of the real thing from those aforementioned misguided efforts. I have a special small dental type tool on me just for such events. I give it to you and tell you that it works quite well at removing the old paint... chip by chip. I am very, very old and I just happen to know what is underneath all the caked on .... hm... garbage... but don't ask me how I know... I just know.
You start chipping and but there is a hell of a lot of paint to be removed. You eventually get tired, but ever time you turn away a magnetic force draws you back for more chipping. You don''t even know how thick this covering paint is.
Now, get this... you do not know what the painting (I'll call it the ''Mona-Buddha") is like. Nothing you imagine is going to be like it, nothing anyone says is going to help you, it's not going to yield it's beauty until you have chipped away the old paint. Even if I could tell you about it, that would fall way short of what it is and would be a very big disservice. You need to chip that paint away and you have to do it yourself.
The best I can do is assist if the chipping gets a little difficult, encourage you when you are tired of chipping and re-assure you that yes, there is that painting under all of the false cover-ups that have been laid on over the centuries by well intentioned but delusional dreamers (Maya/ego inspired).
Even though you find it somewhat maddening, whenever you turn to me and give me that WTF look, I just say ''Further''.
So, the bottom line here... it goes something like this, "What are you doing?" Do you have a tool and are you picking away at the illusion? Are you picking with one hand and painting over with the other hand? Or are you just standing around picking your teeth with my special little tool. If it's the last case, please go wash it and give it back to me. I don't like wasting my little tools. They aren't easy to find. Well, there are always the counterfeit ones made in China, but they break easily. Look for the "Made by Jed" along with the Maya logo.
Enough of me... I'm going for a walk in the monsoons... love those monsoons. Oh, and will someone get a nappy and wipe up that mess on the carpet.
Love ya, Jed.