Cloning Clowns

“Be Consciousness. Contemplate Consciousness. Transcend everything in Consciousness. This is the Epitome of the Way of Truth.” Da Free John

Death IS as much Consciousness as life, even as we seem to be alive until we seem to die.

Understanding that each instant of living is at once dying, to One’s and one’s core, which is Sunyata = Voidness, is the great help of a True savior.

As usual, every new day seems to begin for each of us apparently separate humans only AFTER we seem to wake up from a needed period of---SLEEP. Thus, one of the most obvious common happenings for all of us humans most clearly exhibits and demonstrates our firm “attachment” to our true mother-father: the only One Who Is, or else the bodily nakedness that can never be escaped, which is eternally returning to our True proceeding state before our mother and father were even born.

Here’s the NEW thing---consider our noospheric “mental health”, which we bathe to varying degrees, by reading or hearing the latest NEWS. These days, perhaps a regular dip into the Drudge “water” can best illustrate this.

So, in our immortal TODAY habits, we randomly find SOMEONE who just physically died (who really stopped moving and being, who they took themselves to be since bodily birth), and resurrect their famous acts.

Every 365 days, or one earthly cycle around the sun, contains inevitable plucks---so, let us celebrate and mourn Bobby Thomson and James Kilpatrick! Who would have thunk these two wildly different characters would bond in death?

Keep in “your” eternal mind that identification, differentiation and desire do INDEED perfectly explain our constant lives; or, better understood in physical terms, in one form or another, we always are pinching ourselves. Quote the Moody Blues: Lost in a lost world.

Perhaps a helpful story will serve.

With growing free space-time, the other day I dove into Google. Since sports has always been one of my most identified with realms, I looked up one Jim Barnett, a basketball player. This, of course, via Google, offered the most “hot” OTHER linked places to cast my attention, and I eagerly exhumed my NEW BORN self from back in the 1950’s by jumping to the Oregon Sports Hall of Fame web page.

Yes, witness DEATH!

Instead of the singularity of momentary attention on a Bobby Thomson, say, right there we had a single page that collected HUNDREDS of names of famous people, who over the past century or so, were able to achieve enough standout performances to be recognized. Of course, there were all the usual dominant categories, along with more recently invented ones, or less famous ones.

What a rush down “identification” memory lane! A slow reading of all the names was quite adequate to flick my gray matter off, by sparking so many vital memories surely still spinning around “inside” my skull!

Over more than fifty years, and probably close to sixty, there it all was. Just think---something like 700 LONG months, or 3,000 weeks, or 22,000 DAYS. Each of the latter had to be filled with something: imagine a myriad of newspapers facing blank sports pages. There always exists SOME humans who rise to the top of their “identification” realm, the secondary “writers”, who end up choosing the who, what, where, when, why and HOW about that!

Well, it’s almost TOO raw, to allow the apparently still living memories in aging dudes like moi to come to the surface, because a lifetime of self-pinching just might hurt TOO much, and induce---DEATH.

Oh, wait a lifetime, or a second! That’s what Conscious noticing IS, and/or does.

Now, in the already conventionally conceived human dimension, wherein common sanity is well defined, there always exist layers of possible understanding. Therefore, every ONE must constantly pay attention to all apparent others, because they can ruin your physical ass, if pushed beyond their limits.

A personal example---years ago, in a human potential growth movement group with a small group of fellow males, I Absolutely lost it, at one point, by going on an Ecstatic riff about how there is ONLY God. Before long, a hardcore Christian grabbed me by my throat and flipped into angry denial---right in my face! A coda---later, he saw me at a restaurant, and was like a warm puppy, exuding friendly happiness at seeing me, as if he’d never threatened me at all! Me? I pretended not to know him, and escaped his wicked presence: good company rules ”my” identified life sadhana!

Anyway, let me at get to the this-worldly point I have been aiming for. This is the even unenlightened Truth, which the most unconscious devil can at least appear to agree upon, although ACTING on it is enough to make one a member of the Enlightened Hall of Fame.

Given---Consciousness without inwardness, first transcend the mind, not the body. Be the body only. Inwardness is flight from love. Me is an illusion. There IS no I “inside” the body.

So, merely and only being the physical body, surely we can agree that learning geometry is most basic. And, we don’t have to get very complicated. Indeed, it is best to simply keep in “mind” the reality of a shimmering temporary boundary, to wit the skin.

Of most vital course, the eyes stand out as connectors of this bound body.

However, just as a circle or a sphere or any other “bound” seeming entity has only two physical activities, the same is true for YOU! In OR out---get cracking: UP!

That is, reception-release rules. The body, while alive, that is, communes with/as the atmosphere, breathing in and out. And, there is also the Conscious possibility to just DO NOTHING, to be “breathless” by holding the breath, at any stage in any cycle. Why, I even read somewhere that a crooner like Frank Sinatra learned how to breathe IN while he was vibrating OUT in song.

Just so, since we humans currently hover, mostly, in the physical realm, usually ignoring what bodily senses are unable to FEEL, why don’t we apply reception-release to every iota of arising NEWNESS?

Here’s another NEW insight. One of the hottest manifestations of the physical play is cloning. As evolving humans live and die, with some coming in = reception and some going out = release, unless and until a massive revulsion or revolution or devastating event occurs, marching time ORDERS that unexpected creations must come.

Well, truly, if any one is open enough to notice what’s way beyond the heavy physical, the light noosphere is itself dominated by—cloning! What the hell do you think “school” is?

In fact, the whole physical state of being, nowadays, is permeated by cloning, and I can’t resist pointing out that this truth has created only---CLOWNS!

Yes, we reach a bottom line---cloning clowns describes the whole human dimension!

Ignoring the implications of the inevitable results of reception-release run amok is not an option. The growing number of obese and fat people exhibits this, since these days it’s all about reception, and forget about release: hold on to that fat tiger!

Therefore, it just hit me: just as it’s a fact that, whereas in my youth of fifty plus years ago, one had to go to the circus to see the “fat lady”, nowadays open public life IS a fat lady-man CIRCUS, one-worldism shows itself by the way cloning has managed to infect the human race, so much that the same thing is true wrt CLOWNS!

Oh happy day! All that’s required, for Absolute entertainment, is to immerse oneself in the public realm, which is composed of a vast majority of FAT CLOWNS!

That’s why, by the way, that it should be NO SURPRISE that America = fat clowns should choose a skinny clown like Obama, as well as his goofy enablers.

We have met the fat clown enemies, and they are US!

What is to become of US?

Oh yeah! I have managed to recall probably the key physical insight that impelled me to merge with this noospheric rant: necessarily branching off the reception-release truth, let’s consider how the body basically “works”, when it comes to food, or all that goes down the gullet, liquid or solid.

The spinning digestion system resembles a spinning potter’s wheel. While most people never fast, this spin cycle always goes in one direction. When a fast begins, it’s as if this reception-release cycle slows down, until after about three days, it not only stops, but, given no new solid food, since the body need “gas” for energy, it starts spinning in the opposite direction, and uses = eats the stored fat and crap distributed inside the trillions of cells.

Hence, a fat clown---me, included, most assuredly!---who’s had to hold on to too much waste in all those cells, can be forced into the released cycle, big time, as the body eats its bad self to nothingness. Of course, taken to its extreme, such a fast cycle leads to bodily death, but done wisely such an activity brings the hoped change to a slim and awake un-clown.

Well, I leave it to “you” to extend this spinning cycle story to the noosphere.

Suffice it to say that given the accumulated growth of fat clowns over the last many decades, it is quite easy to understand that there can be no quick fix. Indeed, the fat clowns may be on their way to winning, which means that one way or the other, a physical readjustment must happen.

Jawohl---the fat clown boom must burst!

posted by James at 8:05 AM
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