Laughingstock,

 

How much longer can you keep unconsciously busy with your petty, superficial, superstitious, but also manipulative and indeed far-reaching consequences having word games? Misinformation, according to you, is the incorrect information, which is supposedly spread without any actual deliberate deception. And then there is disinformation, which you also describe as: spreading blatant lies with the active purpose of misleading people. This lofty, exaggerated, compulsive goal, which you and so many others have continued to strive for, may have financial, political, spiritual or ideological motivations and pay-offs. Throw it all in my cap, all those expensive difficult words.

 

It is all so complicated that no one can discern what it is actually about. It is said that words matter, but that is not true at all, because you and everyone else are, unconsciously, trapped in your conditioning history with Disembodied Language (DL). Your words only matter to you if you deal consciously with your language and therefore have Embodied Language (EL). In case you haven't had enough yet of this senseless, stupid, destructive, hair-splitting, there is also so-called desinformation or conspiracy theory, to somehow create some kind of contrast or counter-weight, with what is all claimed, by the establishment. Speaking truth to power? Really? Peace talks have never created lasting peace. 

 

You are a laughing stock, especially by trying to be so serious and important, but never succeeding in believing in yourself. You agitate endlessly, about what you disagree with, but you are and you remain - without ever realizing it - always busy with the same DL, retarded drivel, spiteful grumbling, pitiful complaining, exaggerated boasting. Everyone is so concerned about the corrupt elite, who know how to get the attention. Something needs to be done urgently to stop this injustice, so we are creating, with much fanfare, a truth commission. It is the umpteenth joke, because nothing comes of truth. We take – gullibly – two steps forward and – desperately – three steps back.

 

Any concession, in terms of how we actually handle our language, is a total mockery, which kept DL's deafening blaring and malicious babble going, but we don't even listen to it. The rules and laws, which millions of people in various cultures dutifully adhere to, are nothing, because the world is not flat and the horrific reality of DL has still not surfaced. There was never any reconciliation because of a reconciliation committee and the transition to a society which is ruled by human rights never came to fruition, because we, all of us, continued with DL unperturbed. If we are finally going to really talk to each other about what we do, at the International Court of Justice in The Hague, we need EL for that and then our DL should first be stopped.

 

Another way of describing the catastrophic habit of our usual, automatic handling of our language with some more fancy words is to call EL, Neword and DL, Noword. Neword is always in the moment, but Noword never is and makes language meaningless. We pretend that Neword is difficult to understand, but it is very easy to understand, because you can experience and feel it directly. In Noword you feel nothing and have no awareness of what you are experiencing, because your language is always about something else. You never adapt to the situation as it is, you keep reacting, to supposedly change it, to make everything your way, fit your belief. Neword is not a matter of having to adapt, but if you voluntarily adapt with determination,  you will find that everything is very different than if, because of your Noword, you keep fighting. There never was such a thing as fighting the good fight.  

 

Of course, it's not just that people try to pigeonhole you into who they want you to be - to them - because what's much more important, is that you keep trapping yourself, by pretending to be something, which you cannot be, because it is not true. How can you take charge of others, let alone your own life, if you still don't even realize that you always require validation from others? How did that happen? It has nothing at all to do with your unresolved, repetitive, uninteresting, demanding trauma of clinging to priorities that always resulted in you focusing on others rather than yourself.

 

The illusion of what others would think of you kept you from really enjoying yourself. That so-called thinking is nothing but what we say or don't say, what we write or don't write, what we hear or don't hear, what we read or don't read. What is not said does not, as everyone believes, remain inside us, where it accumulates, but it is simply never said. So in the end nothing more is said - not because we've finished talking, but because we never really started EL - and that should be our freedom? Such poverty.

 

Like everyone else, you too worry about all the injustice in the world and your Noword leads you astray again and again, even though you say you don't care anymore. Neword does not bring you back to reality, but it is the only action that makes you real. Neword cannot be desired, achieved or pursued. Even though everyone runs away from it, you only go through with it, because you have heard the love of your own sound, while you speak.

 

If others overtake your openness with their pushy Noword, it means they want your attention, because they can't give themselves that attention. And, when someone, like me, doesn't like their ridiculous behavior, they feel rejected, but in that way, they always go back to their dreadful Noword. If you have Neword, you are left entirely alone with only yourself, because that's how you eventually die.

 

With Noword we never come to accept our true, mortal, temporary nature and our problem remains that we inevitably look for each other, in order to lose ourselves. You don't speak to yourself, in order to really listen to yourself, to what you have to say to yourself. It is said, a person is silent like a grave, but why don't you ever talk to yourself about the fact that this silence is always a form of lying. You keep silent so as not to lie, but not talking to ourselves is why we keep lying. Moreover, in Noword we always inevitably silence each other.

 

 

Lachertje,

 

Hoelang kan je nog bezig blijven met je onbenullige, oppervlakkige, bijgelovige, maar ook manipulatieve en wel degelijk verstrekkende gevolgen hebbende woord-spelletjes? Misinformatie, volgens jou, is de onjuiste informatie, die zogenaamd wordt verspreid zonder dat er echt sprake zou zijn van een bewuste misleiding. En, dan is er disinformatie, die eveneens door jou wordt omschreven als: het verspreiden van aperte leugens met het actieve doel, om mensen te misleiden. Dit verheven, overdreven, dwangmatige doel, waarnaar jij en zovele anderen bent blijven streven, kan zowel financiele, politieke, spirituele or ideologische motivaties hebben. Gooi het allemaal maar in mijn pet, al die dure moeilijke woorden.

 

Het is allemaal zo ingewikkeld, dat geen mens meer kan ontwaren, waar het nou eigenlijk nog over gaat. Men zegt wel, dat woorden ertoe doen, maar daar is helemaal niets van waar, want jij en iedereen zit,  onbewust, gevangen in conditionering geschiedenis met Ontlichaamde Taal (OT). Jou woorden doen er voor jou alleen maar toe, als jij bewust met je taal omgaat en dus Belichaamde Taal (BT) hebt. Voor het geval dat je nog niet schoon genoeg hebt gehad van al die zinloze, domme, destructive haar-splijterij, is er ook nog de zogenaamde desinformatie ofwel de   complot-theory, om op de een of andere manier toch een soort van contrast te creeren, met wat er allemaal wordt beweerd, door de gevestigde orde.

 

Je agiteert eindeloos, over waar jij het allemaal niet mee eens bent, maar je bent en je blijft – zonder er ooit erg in te hebben – altijd bezig met dezelfde OT, achterlijk gezwam, hatelijk gekanker, zielig geklaag en overdreven dik-doenerij. Iedereen maakt zich zo druk over de corrupte elite, die alle aandacht weet op te eisen. Er moet hoognodig wat gedaan worden, om dit onrecht te stoppen, dus creeren we,  met veel tam-tam, een waarheids-commissie. Het is het zoveelste lachertje, want van waarheid komt niets terecht. We nemen – goed-gelovig – twee stappen vooruit en – wanhopig – drie stappen achteruit.

 

Iedere concessie, op het gebied van hoe wij eigenlijk omgaan met onze taal, is een totale aanfluiting, die altijd weer het oor-verdovende geschetter en het kwaad-aardige geouwehoer van OT liet horen, maar we luisteren er niet eens naar. De regels en wetten, waar millionen mensen in diverse culturen zich plichtmatig aan houden, stellen niets voor, want de wereld is niet plat en de gruwelijke werkelijkheid van OT is nog steeds niet boven de tafel gekomen. Er kwam nooit enige verzoening vanwege een  verzoenings-commissie en ook van de overgang naar de recht-staat is nooit iets terecht gekomen, omdat we, allemaal, onverstoord met OT verder zijn gegaan. Als we het eindelijk echt met elkaar gaan hebben, over onze zogenaamde mensen-rechten, bij het internationale gerechtshof in Den Haag, dan hebben we daarvoor BT nodig en dan zou dus eerst onze OT een halt moeten worden toegeroepen.

Een andere manier, om onze catastrophale wijze van onze gebruikelijke, automatische omgang met taal,  met nog wat meer mooie woorden te beschrijven, is om BT, Nu-Taal en OT, Nooi-Taal te noemen. Nu-taal is altijd in het moment, maar Nooi-Taal is dat nooit. We doen alsof Nu-Taal moeilijk te begrijpen is, maar het is juist heel makkelijk te begrijpen, want je kan het direct ervaren en voelen. In Nooi-Taal voel je niets en heb je geen enkel besef van wat je ervaart, omdat je taal altijd over iets anders gaat. Je past je nooit aan de situatie aan, zoals die is en je blijft  reageren, om het te veranderen, om alles naar jou hand te zetten. Nu-Taal is niet een kwestie van je moeten aanpassen, maar indien je je vastberaden aanpast, dan merk je, dat alles heel anders is, dan wanneer je, vanwege je Nooi-Taal, blijft vechten.

 

Het is natuurlijk niet alleen maar zo, dat mensen jou proberen in een hokje proberen te persen, van wie ze willen dat jij dat – voor hun – bent, want wat veel belangrijker is, dat jij jezelf blijft klemzetten, door te doen alsof je iets bent, wat je niet kan zijn, omdat het niet waar is. Hoe kan jij nou de leiding nemen over anderen, laat staan, over je eigen leven, als je nog steeds niet eens door hebt, dat je eigenlijk altijd bevestiging van anderen vereist? Hoe komt dat? Het heeft helemaal niets te maken met je onverwerkte, herhalende, oninteressante, manipulatieve trauma, dat je je krampachtig bent blijven vasthouden aan prioriteiten, die altijd tot gevolg hadden, dat je met anderen bezig bleef, in plaats van met jezelf.

 

De illusie van wat anderen van jou zouden denken, weerhield je ervan, om het jezelf echt naar je zin te maken. Dat zogenaamde denken is niets anders dan wat we zeggen of niet zeggen, wat we schrijven of niet schrijven, wat we horen of niet horen, wat we lezen of niet lezen. Wat niet wordt gezegd blijft niet, zoals iedereen gelooft, binnen in ons zitten, waar het zich verzameld, maar het wordt eenvoudigweg nooit gezegd. Uiteindelijk wordt er dus niets meer gezegd – niet omdat we zijn uitgepraat, maar omdat we nooit echt met BT zijn begonnen – en dat zou dan onze vrijheid moeten zijn? Wat een armoede.

 

Net als iedereen, maak ook jij je bezorgd over al het onrecht in de wereld en je Nooi-Taal brengt je keer op keer op een dwaal-spoor, ook al zeg je, dat het je allemaal niks meer kan schelen. Nu-Taal brengt je niet terug naar de werkelijkheid, maar is de enige aktie, die jou werkelijk doet zijn. Nu-Taal is niet te verlangen, te bereiken of na te streven. Ook al loopt iedereen ervan weg, toch ga je er alleen mee door, omdat je de liefde van je eigen klank hebt gehoord.

 

Als anderen met hun opdringerige Nooi-Taal aan de haal gaan met jou openheid, dan betekent dat, dat ze jou aandacht willen, omdat zij zichzelf niet die aandacht kunnen geven. En, wanneer iemand, zoals ik, hun belachelijke gedrag niet ziet zitten, voelen ze zich afgewezen, maar op die manier gaan ze altijd weer verder met hun slepende, tragische Nooi-Taal. Als je Nu-Taal hebt, blijf je moeder-ziel alleen met jezelf over, want zo ga je ook dus uiteindelijk dood.

 

Met Nooi-Taal gaan we nooit onze ware, stervelijke, tijdelijke natuur aanvaarden en blijft ons probleem,  dat we onvermijdelijk elkaar zoeken, om onszelf in te kunnen verliezen. Je taalt er niet naar, om eens echt naar jezelf te luisteren, naar wat jij tegen jezelf te zeggen hebt. Men zegt, dat iemand zwijgt als een graf, maar waarom praat je nooit met jezelf, over het feit dat dit zwijgen altijd een vorm van liegen is. Je zwijgt, om maar niet te hoeven liegen, maar het niet praten met onszelf, is waarom we blijven liegen. In Nooi-Taal leggen we elkaar altijd het zwijgen op.                               

 

 

Further,

 

In Embodied Language (EL), we can go on laughing, but in Disembodied Language (DL), we lose our laughter. We are so accustomed to DL that we just keep busy, unnoticed, to start laughing and it never really crosses our mind to continue with it. Can you imagine that we not only laugh a little bit now and then, but that we stay in it, so to speak? Can we take laughter further than we have until now? 

 

Even though all our other problems are, supposedly, of much greater importance, our small amount of is of course a big problem in itself. Yes, even a tiny bit  laughter is very rare, regular laughter is almost unheard of, but laughing incessantly is not for narrow-minded, dull-witted cowards, who dare not lose themselves in laughter, because constant laughter means that you really disappear or cease to be, who you were or thought you were.

 

Laughter is a poignant, profound thing. In general, we are very cunning and underhanded about it. It plays a very necessary role in the process of DL  withdrawal, our usual humorless way of dealing with language. There is no frankness whatsoever in DL. Crying is closer to us than laughing, because it is naturally sad that we, unconsciously, day in and day out, surrender to stupid DL. To continue laughing, there will first have to be quite a bit of crying.

 

Ongoing laughter is not innate, but can only come about when you are literally sick and tired of playing the so-called smart, last-laughing third person. You are not educating yourself by pretending that you are above the usual conflict, because you know how to profit from the outcome. If you want to laugh, you can't remain an outsider.

You may get a momentary fit of laughter or burst into laughter, but it's definitely not, even if you say so, real laughter. You laugh, because you're not really happy, like a peasant with a toothache. In order not to look like a monkey, you pretend that you would have laughed like a monkey, but in the sad reality of DL, you laughed unhappily and loudly.

 

Because you actually know that you have been damaged, you do not want to remain in a dent. It's because of your fear you pee your pants laughing. It's disastrous you don't notice that, because of your DL, you say you can have fun with it, your misery,  again. You don't really have fun when you get the giggles again, because you never really change.

 

Only with EL does fortune smile on you, for it is your true nature that causes the laughter and not some stupid joke. This is what I want to say, with my EL, to anyone who is trying to be funny by talking nonsense: don't try to make me laugh. I  dislike all attention-demanding entertainment, but I'm completely blown away if I can have EL with anyone, because we know this is always going to go on. We stay in it, as we realize our conditioning history with DL is just ridiculous and ludicrous. Our Language Enlightenment (LE) not only allows our EL to continue effortlessly, but also our laughter and we therefore always have all the laughers on our side. And, laughing is healthy.

 

 

Verder,

 

In Belichaamde Taal (BT), kunnen we verder gaan met lachen, maar in Ontlichaamde Taal (OT) vergaat ons het lachen. We zijn zo aan OT gewend, dat we alleen maar, ongemerkt, bezig blijven, om met het lachen te beginnen en het komt eigenlijk nooit in ons op, om ermee verder gaan. Stel je toch eens voor, dat we niet alleen, zo af en toe, een beetje lachen, maar dat we er zogezegd in blijven?

 

Ook al zijn al onze andere problemen, zogenaamd, van veel groter belang, eventjes lachen is op zichzelf natuurlijk al een groot probleem. Ja, zelfs een klein beetje lachen is al heel zeldzaam, regelmatig lachen is vrijwel ongehoord, maar onophoudelijk lachen is niet weggelegd voor bekrompen, duffe angst-hazen, die zich niet durven te verliezen in het lachen, want voortdurend lachen, betekent dat je echt verdwijnt,  of ophoudt te zijn, wie je was of meende te zijn.

 

Lachen is een aangrijpende, ingrijpende zaak. Over het algemeen, gaan we er heel sluw en achterbaks mee om. Het speelt een zeer noodzakelijke rol in het afkick-proces van OT, onze gebruikelijke humorloze wijze van omgang met taal. Er is geen enkele sprake van openhartigheid in OT. Het huilen staat ons nader dan het lachen, omdat het natuurlijk in-triest is dat we ons, onbewust, dag in dag uit, aan OT overgeven. Om echt verder te gaan met lachen, zal er eerst behoorlijk wat gejankt moeten worden.

 

Goed-lachsheid, is niet aangeboren, maar kan alleen tot stand komen, als je het letterlijk spuigzat bent, om de zogenaamde slimme, laatst- lachende derde uit te hangen. Je maakt je jezelf niet wijzer, door te doen alsof je boven het gebruikelijke conflict staat, omdat je weet te profiteren van de uitkomst. Als je wilt lachen, dan kan je geen buitenstaander blijven.

 

Je krijgt misschien wel eens een kortstondige stuip van het lachen of je hebt een schaterlach, maar het is absoluut niet, ook al zeggen je dat, echt lachen. Je lacht, omdat je niet echt blij bent, als een boer die kiespijn heeft. Om niet voor aap te staan, doe je, alsof je je een aap zou hebben gelachen, maar in de trieste werkelijkheid van OT, lach je je een ongeluk.  

 

Omdat je eigenlijk wel weet, dat je bent beschadigd, wil je niet in een deuk blijven liggen. Het is vanwege je angst, dat je in je broek piest van het lachen. Het is rampzalig, dat je niet eens in de gaten hebt, dat je, vanwege je OT, zegd dat je er je lol weer mee op kan. Want, je hebt geen werkelijk plezier, als je weer de slappe lach krijgt, omdat je nooit echt veranderd.

 

Alleen met BT lacht het fortuin je toe, want het is je ware natuur, die het lachen veroorzaakt en niet een of andere stomme grap. Dit is, wat ik, met mijn BT,   zeggen wil, tegen iedereen, die probeert, om leuk te doen, door onzin uit te kramen: laat me niet lachen. Ik heb een grondige hekel aan die aandacht-trekkerij amusement, maar ik lig helemaal dubbel, als ik BT met iemand kan hebben, omdat we weten, dat dit altijd verder gaat. We blijven erin, omdat we ons realizeren, dat onze conditionerings geschiedenis met OT belachelijk is. Onze Taal Verlichting (TV) laat niet alleen op natuurlijke wijze onze BT doorgaan, maar ook ons lachen en wij hebben daarom altijd alle lachers aan onze kant. En, lachen is gezond.

 

Like,

 

How do you like all the hate that is going on? You must like it a lot, because it is your Disembodied Language (DL), which keeps it going. And, how is it working for you, that you almost never laugh? Why do you so strongly believe, you don’t need to laugh anymore? How the hell did you even come to that conclusion? Due to your usual way of talking, you, unknowingly, abuse yourself, with your language.

 

There is much more to laugh about, than what you consider to be funny. If I would go by what you like, I wouldn’t laugh at all. These few moments, you still forcefully, noisily, demonstratively, uncomfortably  laugh, don’t count, because such spasms actually may give you a heart-attack. Yes, you might laugh yourself to death, because you laugh so very little.

 

You don’t like to hear this, but humor isn’t dead yet. You should be happy to hear this, but you aren’t, as you are simply not allowed to say whatever you like, to others. Of course, you could always say whatever you like to yourself. You would have a lot of fun, as you would engage in Embodied Language (EL), the new way of talking, in which we like ourselves and, consequently, revive our ability to laugh again.

 

I laugh every day, because I do what I like: I talk out loud alone with myself. It’s fine, you don’t believe me. Go ahead, do whatever – you say – you like, as I know, you don’t like it, anyway. How can you like what you do, if everything you say, is said in a tone of voice, you don’t like to listen to? Those, who dominate the conversation, demand others to listen to them, but they never listen to themselves, since they absolutely don’t like to hear themselves.

 

When the Holly-wood writers go on strike, you will have nothing to laugh about anymore, as the shows, you like so much, will not be written. To me, it makes no difference, as I don’t like any of these shows. My perspective about humor is way more realistic and fulfilling than entertainment. I can’t laugh about phony shit, but I will laugh my ass off, if you, somehow, manage to get your head out of your ass. You see, that has been your problem all along. It is impossible to laugh with your head up your ass or someone else’s ass. Also, your ass-kissing is no joke, it is serious business, which always puts laughter on the back-burner or behind someone’s back. I know what DL is like. This is where real humor starts.

 

It's a sign of oppression, that you don’t laugh, that you can’t laugh, that you shouldn’t laugh and that you’re ashamed to laugh. I’m not oppressing you, neither is someone else, as you oppress yourself. You have to do a lot of hard work, not to laugh, but somehow you get it done and you pull it off. Great. Don’t expect me to applaud for your lack of humor, which, basically, kills every opportunity to laugh.

 

I will laugh, without you, later, but at this moment, I would like to use my time, to hopefully prepare you for some laughter, after I am done and after you are done with reading what I have written. I don’t like your so-called humor, but, who knows, you might begin to like mine, if you give yourself a chance to take it in slowly, by reading out loud and by hearing your own voice? There’s no need to rush yourself into an outburst of laughter, as that would be more of the same of what you are used and I’m not part of that trash. My humor isn’t cheap: the more you pay, the more it pays off and the better it gets.  

 

You pay – not just for my humor, but for anything  valuable and authentic – by paying attention and by paying more attention and if you have paid enough attention, if you have paid attention long enough, you will stop expecting the same crap you are used to and conditioned by, which you don’t even like. Your dislike will pave the way for something new.

Don’t be upset, I have my judgments about your lack of humor. I know, nobody called you on this, as I do, as I can, but it is so objectionable, you don’t laugh and yet, still believe it is acceptable. Why do you accept everything is a struggle, a conflict or a problem? What is like, if you begin to laugh and to formulate your own answers to your own questions, which would help you to overcome your challenges?

 

You’ve never considered your inability to laugh, as a challenge, you’ve consistently ran away from. Why do you fail at laughter, every time you try it? You’re doing something wrong and unless you stop doing, what you were doing, your laughter isn’t going to come. You could have come up with this yourself, but why didn’t you? I tell you why. It is because you would have done something about yourself, before you can laugh. You believed, you could laugh, just like that and you expect, anyone who is supposedly funny, to make you laugh, right away, but that is not how it works. Unless you stop your anti-laughter mentality, there is no way you are going to laugh.

 

Right now, you hang on to your usual, dreadful, dumb, disconnected defense against laughter or you just drop that anxious, painful, arduous, stressful mind-set. You already know what will happen, if you do the former, but what would happen, if you did the latter? You might like to explore the possibility? I know, you don’t do this. I will pretend, as if you did.  

 

The ice is melting, you begin to loosen up, you have a little bubbling feeling and it isn’t difficult to smile, as you are comfortable about your ability to do this. You are doing this on your own terms, on your own behalf, that’s why you simply can’t go wrong. You are no longer so uptight, so heavy, so sad, so lonely and so frustrated, you might actually like to produce the sound of your smile about your wellbeing. This happy sound doesn’t have to fulfill any requirement.

 

It doesn’t really matter, your pleasant voice isn’t  immediately making you laugh, as you just enjoy it. Perhaps, you like to say something to yourself, now that you feel so unburdened and relieved? You are grateful, you can still feel this way, even though you haven’t really felt this way for such a long time.

 

When people say, they had such a good time, they were rolling over the floor and pissing in their pants with laughter, they are bragging. It wasn’t as good as they say it was. They may have laughed a little, but even if they only had a little bit of fun, they feel special, as they know damn well, most people aren’t  having any fun at all. However, real laughter, is still out of the question. For real laughter, you will have to, literally, bring it on, whatever you’ve got. As of yet, you don’t have much, but it’s a beginning and, as I’ve said, you’ve got to start somewhere. Don’t be ashamed, you don’t have much to laugh about. Be happy with the amount you’ve got, as it represents  exactly what you’ve put into it. You’ll be surprised how quickly your laughter will grow, if you just got started and congratulate yourself, that you just did. False laughter is for those, who don’t know and who can’t be themselves, but genuine laughter is only for those, who really like themselves, because they can hear the difference between their own DL and EL.                     

 

Laugh,

 

There is not very much to laugh about anymore with anyone, these days, so if you want to laugh, you’d be better off, if you did like me and laugh about yourself. Actually, there is also not very much to talk about with anyone, anymore these days and, you’d be better off, if you did like me and talk with yourself. If you would talk with yourself, you would kill two birds with one stone: you would laugh about what you couldn’t talk about with others, because you can always talk with yourself and you would laugh by yourself, as you couldn’t laugh with others. Nobody realizes laughing alone is underappreciated, while the effects of laughing about others, are highly overrated and exaggerated. By yourself, you can laugh much easier and more than about others.

 

Laughing about your yourself, goes hand in hand with laughing alone, but laughing about others, doesn’t necessarily involve laughing about yourself. Most likely, laughing with others, is laughing about others and not laughing about yourself. As soon as laughing with others, turns into laughing about ourselves, the laughter – with others – for most people, is over, as the joke, so to speak, is on us.

 

Let’s not beat around the bush: you want to have phony laughter about others – not real laughter with others – because you don’t want to laugh about your own stupidity and misery. Really laughing with others,  always involves really laughing with yourself, but the  totally lame and all too common laughter – about others – prevents you from laughing with others.

 

If someone makes an unnecessary mistake, we may be inclined to say, that he or she never thought it through, but the never before, properly addressed, taboo fact –  about your miserly laughter – is: you never laughed it through, that the joke is on you.

 

The question arises: how do I or someone else, get you to laugh about yourself, instead of about me or someone else? Of course, the answer is very simple and straight forward: by stopping and by preventing you from laughing about me or about any so-called stand-up comedian. I didn’t come here, to make you laugh about me, as I am not into such rubbish. I’m into laughing about myself. I know, you don’t want that, so I have to persist in my unusual approach of being absolutely not funny and of letting you know,  your previous dull, minimal, short-lived laughter, was always about others and never helped you, to laugh about yourself and have more fun in your life.

 

Naturally, I or someone else can’t help you, to laugh about yourself and you would be helping yourself enormously, you would do yourself a big favor, if you would laugh about yourself. For God sakes, the damn question: how does one begin to laugh about oneself, is not for me, but for you. I am able to say this, because I already know, how to laugh about myself. Although I can say it and know it, it remains to be seen, if you are going to consider it and do it. I don’t see it happening any time soon, because you keep refusing to say something funny to yourself.

 

Don’t be pissed with me, for not making you laugh, I’m doing the best I can, to help you overcome your predicament. You still believe, you can’t laugh about yourself, but, of course, you can. Indeed, you would  immediately laugh about yourself, if you would say, allow, hear, experience and admit, how confused, distracted, bizarre, perverted and obsessed you are.

 

To laugh about yourself, you will have to let yourself know what the hell is going on with you. You are so  good at repeating the same tragic problems, over and over again, so perhaps, you can apply that great skill – to repeat yourself – by repeating, to yourself,  the reason, I just presented, for why you don’t laugh about yourself? There is only one reason – and one reason only – why you would laugh about yourself and that is: your frantic life is a catastrophic mess.

 

No matter what you do, you always screw up, you fail, give up, feel frustrated and are wasting your time. Laughing by yourself requires, you face the suffering, you couldn’t laugh away by laughing about others. It is not crazy, but healthy, to talk with yourself and to laugh loudly – alone – as you know and have always known, your own damn truth.

 

You didn’t know, that dealing with your own shit would be and could be this funny. When people say: the truth will set you free, they make an incomplete statement, as the full statement ought to be: the truth will set you free, because you laugh about yourself. If you can’t laugh, it isn’t true. However, you will start to laugh, by admitting, how often and how long, you have pretended, that something was supposedly true, while it wasn’t, as you have never laughed about that. Only when you realize and say to yourself in what a bunch of utter garbage you have believed, will you laugh about your own truth.

 

Usually, we laugh about stuff, which we are not supposed to or allowed to say or do, but when you laugh about yourself, you laugh, because you say or do things, which you are allowed to do, which you want to continue to do. Stated differently, laughing about yourself is the gift that keeps on giving. You don’t need anyone, as you find your own humor to be qualitatively better than anyone you have ever heard, as nobody is into laughing about themselves.

 

Laughing about yourself is infectious, as others feel the difference and are encouraged, by you, not to be so apprehensive and reserved, about their own dramas, traumas and tragedies, which we actually all have in common with each other. Basically, we all make it seem, as if we can’t laugh about ourselves, because we are too troubled to laugh, but the exact opposite is true: we all can laugh about ourselves, because we are all exasperated, stressed out, lost, conflicted, distracted and ashamed. Each of us has plenty of material, we just need to verbally get to it, by speaking with and listening to ourselves. I have fun every day, as I laugh all my troubles away. You would have fun with me, if you do the same as I do. Then, we would laugh with, not about each other.           

 

 

Experience,

 

You always experience something, but as of yet, you don’t have the language, to accurately describe your experience. You were conditioned by Disembodied Language (DL), which never captured precisely and, therefore, effectively, what you perceived to be true. Only when – after you have stopped your DL – you engage in Embodied Language (EL), can you remain truthful to your own experience, as your language is attuned to your body, because you listen to the sound of your voice, while speak. If you continue to speak in this manner, you will begin to hear and consequently, experience and know, the truth about your own life and the lives of others.  

 

Of course, there is no you, who has an experience, as there is only experience. The so-called separation between you and your experience, is because – due to your DL – you still erroneously believe, there is a behavior-causing agent inside. However, when you  listen to the sound of your voice, while you speak with yourself – alone – about what you want to say, but couldn’t say in your conversation with others, you know, there is no inner entity, who experiences, but only your experience. In DL, you fixated on the what you said and everything got stuck, but in EL, you loosen up, as language becomes again fluid.

 

In exactly the same way, there is no you, who has an experience, there is also no you, who has DL or EL, as there is only your experience of one or the other. Thus, whatever you experience is true and if you say it in the way, you are able to say it, you will say it in the way, you are able to accept it, understand it, let go of it and be happy with it. Of course, you don’t really talk with yourself either – as the speaker is the listener – and there is only your experience.  

 

The oneness of your experience, in EL, continues only, if you keep paying attention to the sound of your voice while you speak. Again, there is no you, who pays attention, but there is only being aware of the sound, which you produce. And, yes, you don’t produce this sound, but this sound is simply coming out, because it can come out, as you know, there is no you. Surely, you could say, you have surrendered to your language, but this is again your old way of talking about your experience. There is no you, who surrenders to your language, but there is only your  sound, your experience, verbalized in an embodied tone of voice, which is – and which remains – new.

 

During ongoing EL, you will come to know, that your experience of reality is created by how you use your language, that is, with DL, you basically create your own hell, but in EL, you create your own heaven. It is possible for you to notice, there really is no you, who creates one or the other, as your DL or your EL simply present themselves, because, at the moment that you speak, either one or the other is possible for you. As you pay attention to whatever asks your attention, there is no you, who pays attention, but there is simply the expression of whatever is in your attention. In other words, you talk randomly about whatever you are able to speak about and because you listen to yourself, while you speak and embody your language, an effortless ordering takes place.

 

Some experiences are more important than others and with EL, we finally get our priorities right, as our attention can go to any of our own experiences and especially to the experience of our own truth. Thus, the verbalization of our own experience, during EL, determines, we are no longer distracted from it and carried away by hollow words, which, so to speak, disconnect and dissociate from our own experience.

 

As stated, during our EL – which consist of speaking with ourselves, listening to ourselves and writing about this speaking with and listening to ourselves and also reading and responding to our own writing, with more writing, like this writing – experience of our own truth, takes priority over whatever anyone  else has said or written. In effect, we come into our own and we happily stay with ourselves – even if, except with ourselves, there is nobody to have EL with – as our Language Enlightenment (LE) takes priority. We are full of energy and delight, once we realize, it was always our LE, which made our EL possible. We are, so to speak, our true selves, as we know, there is no me, only our ecstatic experience.