WisWord,

 

Actually, I have nothing to say. Of course, I could always come up with something, but there is, at this moment, nothing I urgently wish to express. I have already done that. I have spoken with great passion,  great tension, great determination, great ambition, great despair, but also with great success. However, I am happy to realize, I’m not doing that anymore.

 

I don’t even like being the center of attention of an audience, because, generally speaking, people are  insensitive and disrespectful to me and incapable of knowing who I am. It is a fact of my life, I’ve come to terms with. People aren’t interested, in what I can  verbalize about my Embodied Language (EL). I have lost any hope, that this will ever change. It gives me peace, not to want to have EL with others anymore.

 

Don’t get me wrong, I would love to have EL with you, but I don’t want to put any effort in anyone anymore. Yes, I can say this, because I have been there and done that and now, I’m done with that. I am so glad, all my involvement with others is behind me, as it never did me any good. It makes me happy, to be in charge of my own language, to create my own reality and to be satisfied, to live my life as I do.

 

Each day, each moment, my life is getting better and better, as words matter less and less to me. I like my re-wording of what I previously called Disembodied Language (DL), with NoWord and EL, with NeWord. I also want to re-word this fuddy-duddy old word Language Enlightenment (LE). From now on, I will call LE, WisWord, because our NeWord allows us to speak our own words of wisdom. Isn’t it interesting, that except for some very honest, open, courageous and humoristic people, nobody who wants to have anything to do with someone like me, whose NeWord unrepentantly celebrates his WisWord? 

 

It is absurd, hilarious and egregious, that everyone, is, obviously, unconscious about what is right and good and, therefore, insisting on NoWord. Surely, we keep saying nothing, while pretending to be saying something. Only someone like me, can put his finger on the dreadful, unresolved, ancient Babylonian speech confusion, which is likely to bring on another nuclear war. I have no happy tidings for  stupid, fanatic, arrogant NoWord-believers. They are doomed and there can be no salvation for them, other than remorseless conversion into NeWord.

 

The beauty about what we commonly describe as our real selves, our true nature or what I now call, our WisWord, is that the dreadful burden of our history of conditioning will melt like snow in the sun. Yes, our NeWord flows like a clear mountain stream and its freshness is invigorating. Indeed, our WisWords are always spoken and written with majestic greatness, loving truthfulness and natural splendor.

 

As a kid, I used to love flying kites. We would spend hours, making and flying our kites. Mine was always blue, as the sky.  Also, I loved these little wooden model airplanes, which are thrown up in the air and glide down so gracefully. Today, I was reminded of this, as I saw three eagles circling in the clouded sky. I was such a marvelous sight. It’s such a joy, to see them fly so effortlessly. I was once again watching my old kites and planes, but without all the hassle. Tragedy happened. My line broke or got knotted up. My kite landed in a tree or on a house and my plane flew behind a high barbed wire fence or it broke apart.

 

My NeWord honors these awesome eagles and my WisWord shares with them the open space, which is our reality. NeWord is not some poetic, idealistic, spiritual pipe-dream, but something, which can only be appreciated, by being true to ourselves and by acknowledging, our WisWords have always been waiting for us, to be spoken, to be written, to be heard and to be read. If you read these words out loud, you will know, you speak and hear NeWord and be aware, you can write your WisWords too. This is not like writing in a journal, because all your attention is going to your language, rather than to your dreadful experiences, which distract you from your language, into inevitable NoWord victim-hood. 

 

With NoWord you, mechanically, verbally, go one and on, about everything, but you never embody your own language. The only way for you to do that, would be, paradoxically, to be as angry, as confused, as frustrated, as lost, as depressed, as sick, as stuck, as violent, as vulgar, as unnatural as you really are. It is painful, your NoWord leaves you no other option, than to suffer and create more suffering, until you literally say and finally can hear: enough is enough. Unless you hear yourself say it, your NoWord does not stop. Such is the inescapable reality of how your language determines everything else in your life. I didn’t make this up, yet, I started out by saying, that I had nothing to say and then I said all of this, as my NeWord always reveal my WisWord. 

 

WijsTaal,

 

Eigenlijk heb ik niets te zeggen. Ik kan natuurlijk altijd wel wat woorden produceren, maar er is op dit moment niets dat ik dringend wil uiten. Dat heb ik al gedaan. Ik heb gesproken met grote passie, met grote spanning, met grote vastberadenheid, met grote ambitie, met grote wanhoop, maar ook met grote vreugde en groot succes. Ik ben blij om nu te beseffen, dat ik dat niet meer doe of hoef te doen.

 

Ik hou er niet eens van om in het middelpunt van de publieke belangstelling te staan, omdat mensen over het algemeen ongevoelig en respectloos naar  mij zijn en niet in staat zijn, om te weten wie ik ben. Het is een feit in mijn leven, waar ik eindelijk mee in het reine ben gekomen. Mensen zijn eenvoudigweg niet geïnteresseerd in wat ik kan verwoorden over mijn Belichaamde Taal (BT). Ik heb echt alle hoop opgegeven, dat dit ooit nog zal veranderen. Het geeft me rust, om geen BT meer met anderen te willen.

 

Begrijp me niet verkeerd, ik zou heel graag BT met je willen hebben, maar ik wil voor niemand meer moeite doen. Ja, ik kan dit zeggen, want ik heb dat natuurlijk wel eerst gedaan, ik weet maar al te goed hoe dat is en ik wil dat niet meer. Ik ben zo blij, dat nu mijn betrokkenheid bij anderen achter me ligt, want het heeft me nooit goed gedaan. Het maakt me gelukkig, om de baas te zijn over mijn eigen taal, om mijn eigen realiteit te creëren en om tevreden te zijn, om te leven, zoals ik dat doe, vanuit mijn BT.

 

Iedere dag, elk moment, wordt mijn leven 

beter,  omdat woorden steeds minder 

belangrijk voor me zijn. Ik hou van

 mijn nieuwe formulering van wat

 ik eerder Ontlichaamde Taal (OT) noemde. 

OT werd NooiTaal en EL werd NuTaal. 

Ik wil ook dat ouwe afgezaagde woord

 Taal Verlichting (TV) vervangen met

 WijsTaal, omdat het ons woorden van

 wijsheid doet spreken. Is het niet 

interessant, dat behalve een paar 

oprechte, open, moedige en 

humoristische mensen er helemaal 

niemand is, die iets te maken wil 

hebben met iemand zoals ik, wiens 

NuTaal zo jubelent en onverschrokken

zijn WijsTaal viert?

 

Het is absurd, hilarisch en flagrant, dat iedereen zich onbewust is, van wat juist en goed is en daarom maar blijft aandringen op het hebben van NooiTaal.  Natuurlijk zeggen we allemaal eigenlijk helemaal niets, zo lang we maar blijven doen alsof we iets zeggen. Alleen iemand zoals ik kan zijn vinger op de zere wond leggen en precies aangeven waar het in de zogenaamde Babylonische spraak-verwarring om gaat. Ik heb geen blijde tijding voor domme, fanatieke, arrogante NooiTaal-aanhangers. Ze richten zichzelf ten gronde, want er is voor hen geen enkele andere redding mogelijk, dan de meedogenloze, onvermijdelijke, noodzakelijke bekering tot NuTaal.

 

Het mooie van wat gewoonlijk wordt omschreven als ons unieke zelf, onze ware aard of wat ik nu mijn  WijsTaal noem, is dat de vreselijke last van onze tragische conditionering’s geschiedenis smelt als sneeuw voor de zon. Ja, onze NuTaal stroomt als een heldere sprankelende beek en de frisheid is heerlijk verkwikkend. WijsTaal wordt altijd gesproken en geschreven met majestueuze grootsheid, liefdevolle waarachtigheid en moeiteloze aandacht.

 

Als kind was ik dol op vliegeren. We besteedden vele uren met het maken van onze vliegers en met het oplaten en in de lucht houden van onze vliegers. De mijne was altijd blauw, net als de lucht. Ik hield ook van deze kleine houten modelvliegtuigjes, die in de lucht worden gegooid en zo gracieus neerdalen.  Vandaag werd ik hieraan herinnerd, toen ik drie adelaars zag cirkelen, in de gedeeltelijk bewolkte lucht. Ik was zo’n geweldig gezicht, om die vogels door de lucht te zien glijden. Ik zat ineens weer naar mijn oude vliegers en vliegtuigjes te kijken, maar dan zonder de romp-slomp. Er was een tragedie gebeurd. Mijn lijn was gebroken of helemaal in de knoop geraakt. Mijn vlieger was ver weg gewaaid en in een boom beland of op het dak van een huis en mijn vliegtuigje vloog achter een onneembaar hoog hek met prikkeldraad of het brak aan stukken.

 

Mijn NuTaal eert deze ontzagwekkende adelaars en  mijn WijsWoord deelt met hen de open ruimte, die onze realiteit is. Onze NuTaal is niet een oud-bollige, poëtische, idealistische, spirituele illusie, maar iets dat alleen door ons kan worden gewaardeerd, door trouw te blijven aan onszelf en door te erkennen, dat ons WijsWoord altijd heeft gewacht, om door ons te worden uitgesproken, neergeschreven, om te worden gehoord, begrepen en gelezen. En, als je deze woorden hardop aan jezelf voorleest, dan weet je, dan voel je, dan spreek je en dan hoor je jou NuTaal en dan besef je, dat ook jij heel wat WijsTaal te schrijven hebt. Dit is niet zoals het mijmerend schrijven in een dagboek, want al je aandacht gaat nu naar je eigen taal, in plaats van naar je negatieve ervaringen, die je afleiden van je NuTaal, naar het alomtegenwoordige NooiTaal-slachtofferschap.

 

Met NooiTaal ga je, onwillekeurig, maar door, om verbaal over van alles en nog wat te emmeren, maar je belichaamt nooit je eigen taal. De enige manier om dat echt te doen, is, paradoxaal genoeg, door net zo boos, net zo verward, net zo gefrustreerd, net zo verloren, net zo depressief, net zo ziek, net zo vastgelopen, net zo gewelddadig, net zo vulgair en net zo onnatuurlijk te zijn als dat je werkelijk bent. Het is pijnlijk, maar je NooiTaal laat je geen andere keuze, dan te lijden en nog meer lijden te creëren, totdat je eindelijk letterlijk zegt en dus kunt horen: genoeg is genoeg. Tenzij je het jezelf hoort zeggen, stopt je NooiTaal nooit. Dat is de onontkoombare realiteit, van hoe jou taal al het andere in je leven blijft bepalen. Ik heb dit niet verzonnen. Ik begon met zeggen, dat ik niets te zeggen had en toen zei ik dit, omdat mijn NuTaal altijd mijn WijsTaal onthuld.

 

 

Read,

 

Everyone, who reads my blog, should understand, there is no need at all to respond to my writing. From the looks of it, most people get it. If you get what I’m talking about, you’ll be exploring your own Embodied Language (EL) and when you would be doing that, you might as well talk with me and get a sense of how truly delightful and fascinating it is, to engage in ongoing EL with someone, who is capable.

 

As you give yourself the opportunity, to express and  to respond to your own EL, you’ll be amazed by the irrefutable, astonishing fact, that nobody is having it, therefore, you will be one of the pioneers, in this new phase of human interaction. EL has been a long time coming. Our Disembodied Language (DL) has no future and the sooner we realize this, the better.

 

Surely, we are talking here about deconditioning and reconditioning, where deconditioning equals becoming aware about the difference between DL and EL, which sets the stage for the reversal of our previous conditioned behavior (DL) and where reconditioning means, to restore back to a good condition, where our language becomes once again grounded in positive rather than negative emotions.

 

When the switch from DL to EL happens, you know it happens. If you don’t, it didn’t happen. Moreover,  in EL everything (deconditioning and reconditioning) happens at once, you’ll be surprised. The moment  DL has stopped, EL begins and there is no doubt about how good this feels, because your EL is the expression of your Language Enlightenment (LE).

 

I discovered my EL and LE many years ago, after I found a gong in a box. I struck it with a small stick with a ball on it and when I heard that resonant sound, I said softly to myself: that sounds good. This was the first time, I accidentally, was listening to myself, while I was speaking. I suddenly heard my voice sounding like that gong and felt, I had always wanted to speak with that sound. So I did and have been doing, ever since my early twenties. My life radically changed, as I began to withdraw from DL.  

 

At this point in my life, I only want to speak with those, who immediately can have EL with me, as I have no interest anymore in teaching anyone about it. I have tried to teach it to others for many years, but realized, it prevented me from attending to my own EL and LE. I’m certain anyone can engage in EL immediately, even though everyone, unknowingly, believes it is impossible. My words are neither to convince nor to make anyone doubt, as I like to express to myself in writing what I have come know.  

 

Anyone, who sincerely verbalizes, in their own way, what they know – and what they don’t know – will find, EL is possible. If you can speak and if you have ears, which aren’t defective, you can hear yourself, even if you read this text out loud. There is no time to lose with DL. As you identify your EL, you can’t help, but wonder: why is everyone wasting so much time and energy on DL? I’m not putting any words in your mouth, but predict what will happen when you engage in EL. Although I don’t know if you consider yourself to be ready, I consider you to be ready.

 

Recently, I began to describe DL as NoWord, as there are really no words spoken or written with our DL, which keep us focused on our language. To the contrary, everything distracts us from how we actually use our language. This writing is unique, in that it is the first writing, which is based on ongoing EL. All other writing is based on DL and nobody even realizes this, as we are all still completely ignorant about the great difference between DL and EL.

 

Ever since they became verbal, human beings, have been arguing and fighting and, consequently, using their language ineffectively. Of course, we already possess the words, to describe our EL, but we need to talk in a different way, with a different sound, to be able to embody our voice. I recently also have reworded EL to NeWord, to express that words are new, if spoken with an embodied sound. This is not some psychological, philosophical, spiritual or scientific issue, although we are inclined to interpret it that way and be distracted again from what it really is. If anything, I would suggest, we view it as a biological issue, since our EL can only happen in the absence of aversive stimuli. Stated differently, we can only come to our senses, when our body feels safe and when we perceive and hear no threat. We all, unconsciously, perceive DL as a threat and, constantly, autonomically experience involuntary mobilization or immobilization, that is, we either fight and flee or we freeze. Our body just does what it does and, consequently, we react by arguing, manipulating, distracting, avoiding, escaping and dissociating. Only when these innate survival mechanisms aren’t triggered, can we have EL.

 

We are all born with the ability to learn how to walk, but, initially, we can’t walk. Likewise, we have the ability to become verbal and acquire language, but we were born without language. Our history of conditioning is such, that we get lost in language, we get carried away by words and, thus, words lose their meaning, as we don’t embody what we say. We all hear and agree on the difference between NoWord and NeWord. We say what is true for us with NeWord, but with NoWord, we seem to be incapable of being benefitted from our language.

 

With NoWord, our language works against us, but once we hear this, it stops and we begin to speak and write about our NeWord. Of course, there is neither any reason to respond to my writing nor is anyone expected to call or talk with me. With our NeWord, we are on our own and we want to remain on our own with our own EL – as in DL everyone is disturbing and interfering with everyone else – as that signifies, what we have always described as our freedom or enlightenment. Since having EL involves the expression of our LE, if you would feel inclined to explore your NeWord in a conversation together with me, it is going to be a communion between two enlightened or conscious human beings.

 

NoWord is merely the assumption or pretention of interaction, as only a few speakers are always – yes always – trying to dominate the listener. In DL, we only act as if we speak or listen. If you believe you still want that, you don’t know what you’re talking about, as you are using your language according to your conditioning, but not according to how you would like to use it. As long as you didn’t listen to yourself while you speak, you have remained unconscious about your language. If you have understood this text, you must be experiencing many positive feelings, because your future with NeWord is ahead of you and your miserable history with NoWord has come to an abrupt end.     

 

Brilliant,

 

I am not supposed to say this, but I am absolutely brilliant. Nobody with Disembodied Language (DL) can recognize me and those very few people, who, occasionally, have some Embodied Language (EL) with me, are still too unfamiliar with it, to be able to fully acknowledge, that EL is their own wisdom.

 

At best, people continue to sit on the fence, even while they give EL a shot, but, basically, they short shrift themselves, as they are holding back. They never fully immerse themselves into their Language Enlightenment (LE) with EL. I looked up the antique phrase, short shrift, and found, that a priest, in a confession, often when a confessor was near to death, would shrive him or her, by imposing a penance, called a shrift, in order to provide absolution. The presumed importance of someone’s final words, in some weird way signifies, that in spite of a whole life being wasted on unconscious DL, one can supposedly still atone or repair oneself, at the very last moment. However, this is, of course,  religious nonsense, as it is too little and too late.

 

I am suddenly reminded of the aphorism: there are no atheists in fox holes, which suggests, that times of extreme stress or fear can prompt a belief in a higher power. Fearing his death, a soldier – in a hole, with bullets flying over his head – prays, regardless of whether he believes in God or not. However, this is not how EL works. First of all, EL is not a belief. Secondly, it only occurs under the right non-threatening circumstances. Thirdly, our verbal violence, our DL, must be stopped by us, ourselves.      

 

People are afraid for the irreversible transformation and the sense of responsibility and commitment to themselves, which occurs, once they transition from DL to EL, as it is just too confronting, too strange and, yes, too new. The challenge – to hear where our EL will be taking us – remains and the longer it takes for anyone to supposedly get ready, to make up their so-called mind, about what EL really means, the less likely, they will ever get truly involved in it.

 

Postponement is not merely a defense against the irrefutable power and brilliance of our own EL, but also an excuse or justification for our mechanical DL as well as a tendency to remain complacent about our horrific history of conditioning. Due to some  common cause – always defined by our language – we believe we have as a group, we lazily abscond our responsibility, by verbally hiding who we are.

 

I have never used that word, abscond, although I have known it for years. It means: to leave hurriedly and secretively, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. This terms perfectly fits with DL – our usual way of talking – which we try to escape from, as fast and as soon as we can, if it begins to become clear to us, we are stealing each other’s attention and energy.

 

Once we only dare to suspect as much, the great difference between our DL and EL, we know what we have always known, but never admitted: in the name of our so-called interaction with each other, we have endlessly committed immoral, abusive acts. Since immoral behavior is considered as acts, which are in conflict with generally or traditionally held principles, we view DL as moral, because everyone does it. Moreover, EL seems like an extreme or an outlier, as it completely refutes what we believed in.

 

There is no middle ground between DL and EL, we either have one or the other. People keep saying, there are no absolutes, because there are absolutes and they are too unwilling, too superstitious and too ignorant to acknowledge them. While we keep busy with DL, we reject EL as immoral, self-centered, evil, sinful, unethical and unsavory, as it debunks our apparent agreement – due to the way in which we deal with our language – to remain unconscious about ourselves and our so-called true potential.  

 

Another aspect of not being allowed to relish in our own intellectual abilities, is, of course, the fact that we are not allowed to love ourselves and, therefore, deeply care about who we are, what we are doing,  why we are doing what we are doing and express this to ourselves. In DL, we do the opposite, we only pretend to love ourselves and that is why we keep imposing our language on ourselves. In other words, we always try to fit in and use language, to acquire social reinforcement, but remain judgmental about self-reinforcement, about stuff we prefer, because it comes natural to us. In DL, we get verbally bend out of shape and all worked up, as we fixate on what we say, but experience of language is not getting any of our attention and, consequently, that is why it is so tempting to believe, we have thoughts or a mind.  

 

Probably, nobody has ever said this, but to me, it is morally offensive, to falsely assume we have a mind. Everything goes downhill from that religiously held conviction. How do I view what others keep calling their mind? In DL, we don’t speak, in order to be able to hear what we have to say to ourselves. I see  memory as my use of language and, yes, only what is expressed by my EL, can get my full attention, as in DL, we are scattered, distracted and conflicted.

 

Language, which could be expressed, but isn’t used, because of DL’s self-imposed restrictions, becomes a form of clutter, obsession or hoarding, as there is no opportunity to make use of our intelligence. We say that our mind is a complex set of elements, which supposedly contains what we feel, perceive, will or reason, but there are only these words, there is only our language, which absolutely, with 100% certainty, cannot be found inside of us, in our brains. Without language, there are no experiences to talk about.

 

What is my intention other than these audible or visible words? How can anyone change his or her mind, without letting someone know, by saying or writing it. What is your priority, your opinion or your feeling, without having words for it? Why do we have laws or a constitution? Isn’t that, to somehow, however imperfect, assure that we can be on the same page? When you find my writings or what I talk about too difficult, as it presumably makes you think and use your mind, when you don’t care about what I say or write, you don’t want to talk with me or read what I have written. It is as simple as that.

 

If I say, I don’t mind staying home, I say it. When I tell you to mind your head, to avoid bumping into a low hanging branch, I say it. When I say, I hope you don’t mind having a real conversation with me, I say we can have EL instead of DL, we can talk with our EL about our DL, because we can never talk with our DL about our EL. In DL, our so-called mind, our attention, is never with our language, because we don’t listen to ourselves while we speak. Our EL is brilliant, marvelous, radiant and enlightening.                       

 

Finally,

 

When people are finally beginning to talk out loud with themselves – instead of with some imaginary higher power, spirit, angel or alien or with someone, who, presumably, is superior or inferior to them – chances are – because of their long, confusing, numbing history of conditioning with Disembodied Language (DL) – they will still go on fantasizing about their version of what I simply call Embodied Language (EL), rather than actually really having it.

 

When I left Holland and immigrated to the United States in 1999, I myself was still dreaming of – as they say – making it big and giving many workshops and individual sessions about listening to yourself while you speak. Although I already discovered the difference between DL and EL in my mid-twenties, it took me many years, to adjust to EL and to convince myself, that it is really true. My quest for validation or my ambition, kept rearing its end. Consequently,  soon after arriving in this different culture, I went back to college to study psychology. However, to my great disappointment, nobody was interested in EL. Meanwhile, many years, I worked in mental health.

 

It was so frustrating, that I gave up studying for my PhD at Palo Alto University, in the final face, while writing my dissertation, which wasn’t – as they had promised – about the topic I had wanted to study, but about what I was told by my arrogant, sloppy, incompetent, disgusting supervisor, a guy by the name Dr. Russell. I don’t regret having spoken out against this sick individual and withdrew from my academic odyssey, with a Master of Science in Clinical Psychology and enjoyed being a Psychology Instructor at Butte College for almost nine years.   

 

When, due to the Covid pandemic, Online-Teaching became required, I completely lost all my interest in being a teacher. I became a courtesy clerk at the supermarket, then, a delivery driver for landscaping supplies. I love my current job, because it is physical work, which has nothing to do with Psychology. I am so glad, I have permanently left that field. Yet, I kept on exploring EL, with just one person, who recently told me, she no longer needed to talk with me. It is beautiful and necessary for us to be on our own.  

 

Instead of just enjoying my own ongoing EL, which is the expression of my Language Enlightenment (LE), I was, obviously, still tempted, to tell myself stories about how great it would be, if others also knew about it. I now look back and see how I got to where I am from where I have been, but I don’t idealize my so-called steps, as things just happened, as they did.

 

There is no former life or an after-life. Talking with myself never was a conversation between who I was and who I am now, today. There are many versions of being thrown out of the Garden of Eden, about our so-called former, innocent, child-like, original selves, before we became who we now, apparently,  don’t like or want to be, but there is, of course, no such thing, as talking with yourself and having a dialogue with a part of you, which, presumably, got split off. It never happened, yet people remain busy with it for many years, most likely, their whole life.

 

A while ago, I was at a party of someone, who had a big house with a swimming pool. It was great fun, as many people were singing their songs and playing their music at a little stage, going in and out of the pool and there was plenty of food and drinks. As I was getting myself a beer, I asked the owner, if I could get him one too. As if stung by a bee, he said in an unfriendly, but bragging manner – as if I was supposed to already know about this – he was a recovering alcoholic and hadn’t had any alcoholic drink for twenty-five years. It reminded me of a neighbor, a Jehova-witness, who is not allowed to celebrate her birthday. I didn’t know and had asked her, when it was her birthday, so I could buy her a present, because she sometimes takes care of our cat, but she reacted, as if I had insulted her religion. When I said to this man: I am glad you recovered, he showed me some medal and stated in a stern manner: no one is ever fully recovered. He still sees himself as a recovering alcoholic, since quitting drinking was such a huge turning-point in his life and, thus, became a central aspect of his identity. I felt, it would be better, not to ask any further and, actually, I have never spoken with him since, even though I see him almost every week, at the Open Mike evenings. Also, a former colleague of mine, who showed some interest in EL, grew up with an alcoholic father, but couldn’t stop talking about her fanatic religious dedication to her Al-Anon (Alcohol Anonymous) group. We stop limiting ourselves by any DL stories, because our EL is not about that.

 

My discovery of EL in my twenties, didn’t imply the end of my conditioning history with DL and so I still, inadvertently, kept telling myself as well as others stories about EL. All of these stories have become irrelevant today. The whole notion of talking with myself is wrong, because there is no me, who talks with me, there is just talking, but no me. Somehow, with everything we do or have done, we assume a doer, an inner behavior-coordinating agent, who, presumably, decides what we do. There is no such an entity. There is nobody, who has an experience, as there is only experience. We never see or say this clearly, as with our DL, we cannot comprehend it.

 

The major change in our perception, once we can engage in EL, is absolutely the end of DL – although we may not immediately notice this – even if EL is only temporarily achieved. Of course, permanently leaving our DL is our LE, but, as long as we go back and forth between EL and DL, our LE remains out of sight or rather, out of our hearing range. The sound of our wellbeing – the missing frequency in our way of talking, which sets the stage for how we deal with our language and everything else we do – is filtered out in DL. Therefore, only our EL can reveal our LE.

 

The logic of EL is undeniable, but whenever we engage in DL, we deny that we have DL. Then, our so-called logic is based on the abandonment of our  subjectivity in the name of objectivity or our ability to supposedly reason or think always happens at the expense of our ability to feel and experience something. Lying is the very nature of DL, but it isn’t we, who lie or pretend, but it simply happens. No one does it, it happens, it is the only thing which can happen, because of our history of conditioning.

 

There is no me, who tells stories to him or herself, which aren’t true, but there certainly are a lot of stories, which aren’t true. People usually call it their mind, but that is why they keep the illusion going, that they live their lives in their own way, according to what they supposedly believe. There is no one, who does that, literally and figuratively. Another way of saying the aforementioned is, we disappear in everything we do, but even then, there is no one, who was, who disappeared, for if there still is this idea, this belief, this verbally described construct of our true, real selves, it inevitably reappears and then we, presumably, go back and forth between EL and DL, while in fact, we were having DL all along, while imagining that we were having EL. Of course, there is no one, who has EL or DL, as there is only EL or DL, but, the moment, this can be the case, our DL stops and our EL continues. Although achievement of ongoing EL happens only if talking with ourselves becomes more important than talking with others, in talking with ourselves, our dissociative tendency to fantasize, is much higher then when we talk with others. Whether we like or not, accept it or not or are aware of it or not, with others we are painfully reminded of our DL, because there are practically no others to have EL with. I don’t claim to always have EL, but I know, I will always go on with it.                                    

 

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.