Your Worst Fears Realized

What is it that you expect from an activity such as This?  I can say that all of your worst fears will ultimately be realized.  But what you don’t now understand is that these worst fears are not dread at all, but your salvation.

How is it that the Few attempt this miraculous journey into another living time, in the midst of the ordinary world where no one else is even aware of what is taking place?  (And you sometimes think This is not mysterious enough.)

Do any of you begin to slightly see and feel the necessity for group effort in This activity?  Can you begin to glimpse the need for a kind of unknown companionship, a friendship not based on ordinary factors of one reactionary system fueling deficiencies of another; not of one illusionary-I stepping on another, but of objectively sharing the physical reality of this extraordinary food, so that its nourishment reaches the farthest corners of the Group body.  Can you also begin to understand why I cannot deal with individual I’s and the expense of either overstuffing, or starving, the ultimate purpose of This activity?

A few years back, while walking along in Western Belgium, a young man pressed a handbill on me that read, “Love, love is the answer.”  I went back to where he stood and asked him, “Then what is the question, and he said, “Beat it.”  (Maybe I should stay out of Europe.)

One summer while on the Greek Isle of Mitoma, I sat in an open air academy, joined by a collection of local scientists and philosophers who were passionately discussing the concept of “the real” as opposed to the “imaginary” and its impact on the life of Man.  The heart of the discussion was centered on the premise that humanity was far too influenced by false, illusionary ideas, and imaginary concepts far removed from their fields of scientific study and analytic scrutiny.  They seemed all convinced of a basic “reality,” which alone would serve the ultimate needs of rational Man.  A mathematician arose and decried, “For instance, my colleagues, in my field we have the supreme proof of a basic, concrete reality – there is nothing less than zero.”  As they ponder this, I asked him about negative factors, and he surveyed me with some disdain, but replied, “Those we use merely as a practical necessity; they really do not exist, they are imaginary numbers.”  And I said, “Well…” and he said, “Well?”

In North America, I once entered a small bookstore, and in the rear found three young men reading through some printed collections of my words.  I pretended to be examining a book while listening to their conversation.  The first man said, “The writer of these daily news items is surely an extraordinary creature.  He is about the very thing that we used to dream of.”  And the second man looked up rather curiously and said, “I’m not so sure.  At best, he seems to be somehow playing out for us in words the folly and misdirection of ordinary man.”  And the third one slammed his book shut and declared, “He’s crazy.”  I left just before the fight broke out but it’s good to know that some things never change.

J.