9:58 pm, 3/8/2010 3rd, 12 Alligator

WHY LAUGHING BUDDHA LAUGHS

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You know, something has definitely changed about these journals. Oh, yes, I know many
things have changed; and they will keep changing. That’s just how life is, when we flow
naturally with it. But what I mean, here, though, is that I always seem able to journal, these
days.

Maybe that doesn’t make sense to you. Maybe you think, still, that I am a person, and that I run my life by this
mind, by thought. Well, that’s an easy enough mistake to make. After all, I do still look like a person, don’t I? At
least I think I do. Heck, I’m even expecting that to change at some point. Why not? Everything else
is; ha!

You know, it is this way with every sage. And I am not even a sage, I assure you; just
someone a little bit higher on the mountainside - maybe! That’s all. But once we leave duality
and polarity consciousness--or rather, once we are extricated from being so entangled in it--
then we are no longer a person.

Actually, I agree with Nisargadatta, that there really is no such thing as a person. But I make
an effort not to get too far off into mysticism, here, or into things that would just confound too
many people’s understanding. So, though I can talk that language, I generally don’t go there.

There are almost always so many ways to view or to say the same thing. It’s like the
difference between DOS and Windows, you see? Windows gives us so many options, none
particularly superior to others; just different ways to get at or to do the same thing. I like that.

People are meant to be that way, too; or we can be. Individual people don’t really exist. Yes,
I know, they seem to; that’s pretty clear. It’s just an appearance, though. On the whole, we
don’t have much of any deep understanding of the material dimension, the creation.

Oh, we get the superficial aspects of it very well. That’s no problem, either--unless we stop
there, and go no deeper. Then, we wind up getting all entangled in the surface of things, and
of Life. We wind up identifying with the material things, and then we’re lost. Like the fish in
the ocean, swimming around asking everyone to tell him where he can go to find this stuff
called water that he’s heard about.

It’s just about that ridiculous, too. What do you think the Laughing Buddha is laughing about,
anyway? Well, actually, I have no idea why he’s laughing, but I do know that things really
lighten up a lot once the duality of 3D is left behind. We look back on it, on the way we used
to see things, and sometimes all we can do is laugh. Ridiculous is a good word. I like that.

Okay, I don’t want to go too far afield. I really did have a point, even if it’s a minor one, at the
beginning, so let me tie this up. What has become different about the journals is that I can
now journal at any time, it seems. I sit down with the keyboard, and my little fingers just start
tapping. It’s fun to watch.
It didn’t use to be this way. Once, I had to wait for what I’ll call inspiration. I was still in heart,
of course, but even so, I had to sort of watch and await a certain sense that would let me
know that there was something that wanted to be said. Otherwise, I could sit at the keyboard
all I wanted, and nothing would come. Just nothing. Silence.

Back then, I thought that was just the way of it. Like I had to wait for my Muse, or something.
Well, not exactly; I don’t want to make it like this flow originates with something external to
me, with some other being or another. I don’t want to separate the Self out like that.

Okay, truth time: I don’t know where it comes from. It just comes, okay? It just flows. It feels
like me--whatever ‘me’ is, of course. That’s a whole nother conversation, though. If I had to
conceptualize it--which I don’t much care to do--but if I had to, I guess I’d say it comes from
Higher Self.

Let’s just leave it at that, though. It doesn’t really matter. It flows. I flow. Journals are
written. They are fun, enjoyable...at least to me. They bring many blessings to me, and I
trust that Source would not have inspired me to begin posting them unless they could bring
blessings to you, as well.

Here’s a question: if there’s no me, no person, here, then is there a person there, where you
are sitting? And what if there’s not? Have you ever considered that?

I like the way Sri Nisargadatta put this. When asked who he was, who he is, he would answer
this way: “I am that by which I am know I am.” See, he is not the I am, the being, the
person. Rather, he is at the source of that. He is that light by which he is able to be aware, to
know that he exists. That which enables awareness of existence; not the existent thing.
See? Like that.

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Oh, and one last thing. Yes, of course I could sit down and write, anytime. That is not
journaling, what I call journaling. That would be using the mind. The mind’s words cannot
hold a candle to journaling. Both may use words, but that’s where the similarities stop.

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