Everything is a Zebra

Upon waking, not remembering the dream, I thought, or someone said,"everthing is a zebra", almost as if that thought would catapult me to  to total recall of my dream if I said it at a later time. Of course I did my usual on the fly metamorphosing analysis and came up with. "Zebra. Black and white, Duality. It is or looks like or is interpreted as duality. "

The work of awareness being realized is to peel away layers of seeming duality, which apparently is couched in various self justifying judgments. Like a self correcting spelling program on a computer document program, inner work is something like that, although it transcends the confines of actual spelling and is a blur of filtering through and extracting true vision from a muddled and usually bad ass attitude over something.

This brings me to Robert Anton Wilson and his contribution to my eventual clarity of vision, and ambition to not be a cosmic schmuck. Couple this with Terence Mckenna's comment "culture is not your friend,"and, "No one is smarter than you." , and Allan Watts' endless manners of koan language, I had it made in the shade during my cyclonic changes, while mulling over seemingly endless  excerpts of others' sayings, others' teaching, words, ideas, etc. Let's not forget my almost idiotic desperate reading of the Power of Now, by Ekhart Tolle. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Meaning, at some point one needs to really HEAR what is being said. Such as, "No one is smarter than you." So, until I am fully convinced that within me is all the knowledge and wisdom of the universe, I am a mark for the gurus.

I thought to myself, "I feel I need to write," but also saw it as almost a useless objective, as if the back drop of my intentions is a sense of the question, "Hasn't that been said before ?" What could I say that would cause the greatest ripple, challenge the most staunch victim ? Is there anything uniquely "me" that I can salvage and share from, beyond the traps of sharing from a place of former conditioning and misconceptions ? Just because I came through a torrential rain storm and have experienced a great deal of liberation from just getting rained on, does not necessarily follow that anyone cares to know about my experience. In fact, they don't. The world needs a vacation from the endless self help books, and hey, look there ! THAT guru really has it going on !. The fact is these are NOT self help books. They are a writer's claim to something that obviously the reader has not experienced as a form of direct knowledge. Having not experienced something desirable, and being conditioned to "want" all that is desirable, including spiritual states. Thus, is it at least somewhat very evident that spirituality is its own marketable stuff ? I don't want to be counted among the many who market and profit on the wandering and suffering and perpetuation of separation and suffering of others. I'd like my legacy to be one that stands apart from this, but even my desire to stand apart is a form of greed and pride.

Having said that, what can I offer that is marketable ? Nothing. I refuse to enter the den of thieves and participate in that aspect of this reality's unfortunate and macabre enticements. But people need help, you quip ?  They only need to know who they are, having forgotten and having been drenched by the identities of their historical personalities and karmic debts. Let's slip out of the "idea" of karma and recognize a ground where all is evenly scored and the true examination is the most inscrutable eye, and heart of the one who sees all. Like it is, the only one who cares if my heart weighs less than a feather at the time of my bodily death is me.

After some careful deliberation, it seems that what comes through for me is a form of relationship tuning, or being a tuning fork for two people in a relationship, or being a tuning fork for someone interested in being in a relationship with him/her self. Realizing I am a conglomerate and amalgamation of all the authors who I have been steeped in, and now come to the point of wishing to be only a chalice for the divine energy of love to pour and continue pouring as poured out and shared, in the wish for value and cohesiveness of purpose be gleaned as a result, in love.

Is that soft ? I agreed to share something of value, unique to me, as a co creator of a new order, among infinite possibilities of orders, allowing the transparency of conviction to prevail for the good of the unified consciousness, so I open my head and let the stars rain in, one by one, and flow through my veins as a refreshing and a glorious transfusion in life. We are in this together but we are not created equal. Equality presumes homogeneity and repetition, denigrating the essence of the creative gift, so well quenched by the educational systems of days gone by. "Leave the thinking to the big guns. And we'll tell you who the big guns are so you can cast your vote."~voices of education.