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Recieved: 2002/10/17 07:56
Subject: [K-list] There is no Choo-choo train
From: riversoma
On 2002/10/17 07:56, riversoma posted thus to the K-list:
Hi all,
Please accept this post in the manner I wrote it. As a simple
exercise in the way dualism and words can cause misunderstanding and
divide peoples. I do not agree or disagree with what Aaron wrote but
his post did seem designed to provoke controvery. Blessings to all
and remember that the heart loves to laugh.
There is no Choo-choo. The imagination is powerful to decieve the
mind. We
are deluded into thinking we are having a traveling experience. But
that
is the nature of choo-choo trains. We believe we are riding in a choo-
choo.
But there is no choo-choo. While the choo-choo is as plain as day. It
is easy to
become deluded into believing that we are "riding" while the belief
of
riding itself is born from the travel planner. The quintessential
seat is
everything. It is everything because it is both in the choo-choo and
the out of the choo-choo.
Before time existed in our minds, as an infant, there was no more
an "arrival time"
than there would be a "departure time". I remember very well the
exact moment that the
train schedual was born in my consciuosness. I didn't like it at
all, to say the least, and tried my best to avoid it although knowing
somehow
it's integration was somehow inevitable. I can remember arguing in my
mind,
with the ticket seller, although not knowing how to explain it, that
this idea of
"schedual" was ludicrous and unnecessary and so much weight to have
added on
the journey. That is where I am returning to. However with an adult
mind to boot. I
am returning to no-schedual. I have wreaked havoc on myself prying
with choo-choo
concepts. Thinking I have come along in my journey. And that I must
be
"closer" to something.. or "farther " from something else. Paying
close attention the
"money" I am spending, or the amount of "mileage" from the "ride".
But I decieved myself in
the ride. Because of one key point. In my delusion I had virtually
forgotten what true "travel" even meant.. because I had forgotten my
seat.
Essentially, or quintessentially, the seat that existed when I was as
a walker. They say walkers are close to The Conducter, and I believe
this. But it is
easy to admendum what it is to be "a walker". I won't forgoe with any
rules
and regulations. Those are for the individuals journey. But I warn
those who
forget that walking was a time of innocence. And remember well the
anticedants that lead us from walking into riding the choo-choo.
There is a second
seat on the choo-choo. And a time to to take off your shoes. It's
different for everyone. The rules I placed on
my seat regarding my journey were tremendous. Quite difficult for one
who expects
to ride among telephone poles and eat in the dining car. But there I
was indeed
bludgeoning myself with impossible hills and valleys to encounter,..
having
accepted this is what "choo-choo" was. Indeed, one who is one with
The Conductor does
ride among telephone poles and eat in the dining car. But blinded by
the flashlight, we find
ourselves out of tickets at every step, and slowly descending into a
place of
the box car. We judge ourselves at every corner, every train station,
because we are
not enough.. and we worry for our window view, our journey. But then
we
should know that choo-choo desires us to leave our itinerary. To
throw off
destination. The crunch is quite unbearable, to travel, without a
destination, we cannot see out the window. We see "travel guides"
around us. Foreign personalities we
doubt our seat in their names. They may have mastered their seat on
the choo-choo, but we have not. We forget our seats. We throw our
seats to the
bandits, if the bandits have guns. We have forgotten what it is to be
a
walker. To be free of worry, doubt, and hurtling steel. But choo-choo
demands a
spirit capable of embracing entire towns. Brothers and sisters who
are
hanging out at the tracks. There is no possible way of embracing such
things without
an engineer and a commitment to the seat. Not the assigned seat. But
the
quintessential seat below us. Had I forgotten permanently where my
seat was.
I would have lead myself down a tunnel of no exit and blamed myself
entirely
in the end believing that my seat was simply not good enough. Trying,
in vain, to
force a travelor to be a bandit. There is a rail to travel. But it is
through travel
and through travel alone. We cannot be blinded by the flashlight and
allow illusions
to destroy us. Each of us must ride alone. To be alone one must be
honest.
Sincere. and know his/her seat. Never let another tell you where to
sit. If
they speak to be so. They must be ignorant themselves. That is the
challenge
of all who know where to sit while others do not. To doubt our seat
is to
believe another over our seat. We know where to sit. We were born
knowing where to sit. And it will never leave us. The Conducter does
not leave us. We and The Conducter are One.
And The Conducter does not create any bad seats. Believe in your
travel.
Believe in your window view. And let your feet be naked, on your
travels, be your own Travel Guide.
And choo-choo will dissappear. There is no choo-choo. There is only
you.
There is only travel.
Peace in the Flashlight,
R
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