A shot in the dark place

If you are not consciously trying to determine what's going on -within you, without you, all around - then your mind is being used to receive a poorly-reproduced AM radio station, and chances are great that your lips and tongue are operating as the speakers.

Your "I" is the receiver of an "am" radio station (har, har), which is operating 24-7-365, and "you" take what is broadcast through you, as "[insert your name here]".

This, by itself, causes almost no one any great concern - not buying it for a second, afterall - certainly not your mother, or father, or sister or brother, or bosses or friends - just ask them. Afterall, they might say, "What difference does it make, my life is humming along quite nicely, I'm in control of my life and destiny?" Or, conversely, "What can I possibly do about that, if true; in any case my life is a shambles?"

People are not concerned that they are mere mouthpieces for a greater, worldwide transmission being played through humanity, that they not only can not quite hear, but certainly do not understand - sounding more like some dead ancient language than their favorite "mother tongue" - just garbles, and gurgles, and creaks, and groans, and mere whispers when detected at all. People are like puppets, entertaining puppets, sometimes handsome/beautiful puppets, but puppets nevertheless, and if they are ever (lucky enough to be) informed about this, they will immediately doubt it, or feel offended taking it as an insult against their (presumed) "humanity".

It's only the occasional person here and there that is "rightfully" disturbed by this condition, that considers this ongoing, seemingly unceasing, barely-even-heard, and hardly-even-comprehended transmission to be, let us say, irritating in the extreme.

Such people, while feeling irritated about something as unnoticeable as this by everyone else, can sometimes believe they are wasting their time trying to "do anything about it", because try as they might (utilizing whatever "tricks" of the "enlightenment trade" they become privy to - like meditation, repeating the name of God, chanting a meaningless word or phrase, self-remembering, self-observation, meditating, sensing their fingers and toes), even after decades of knowing the truth about their ordinary minds (that their minds have been taken over by an apparently >>pirate radio station<<, since they can no more locate it, as shut it down!), puppets they remain - still churning out the same nonsensical "I am" music they remember (if they're particularly alert) from their early youth!

Usually, those who try to do something about this, never ever discover the secret, never ever discover there IS a secret to discover, because - and this is a biggee, if you're still listening -they think they've already... FOUND the secret, but it's not THE secret, it's just the call letters of the particular "am" station they're listening to, and they then believe they KNOW something. But, alas, just knowing the call letters of the radio station their inner device is tuned to receive, is still knowing nothing. Some stations call themselves, W-BUDDAH, and others call themselves, W-JESUS, and still others call themselves, W-4THWAY - but one thing remains the same about all the stations: each has a particular, let's call it, genre of music that is played 24-7-365, and each person who is wired into receiving that station, "resonates" (as it were - or, "so they say") with the doctrine (the playlist), yet nobody can "control" (in advance) which station(s) they resonate with.

All righty then, wrapping up; ask yourself honestly, after all your decades of studying the broadcasts of W-4THWAY (or W-XYZ or whatever), and all your morning sensing and weekend dance classes, and occasional - but no more than 2 or 3 minutes PER day, if that -observing your "self" and remembering your "self, and all your reading of copious books and papers about the Laws of This, and the Laws of That, and Reciprocal Maintenance, ad nauseum, and all your hit-and-miss "participation" on various "spiritually-based" Email Lists, have you learned how to control the radio, to even turn any of the knobs this way or that or OFF, and have you finally discovered how to take back control of your OWN MIND from the "evil pirate radio station out there" (he said, smirkingly)?

You think you have? Sure you do.
(Hey, I've got a bridge for sale, by the way.)