D-Day,

 

Astonishingly, instead of honoring the dead, Biden disrespectfully and despicably boasted about killing Russians on D-Day. I can’t believe that this sick and disgusting moron is using this day, to promote his war on Russia, which was an alley during World War II, who has lost many lives, in beating back the Germans. The D-Day Memorial has nothing whatsoever to do with Russia. The only reason he mentions Russia in his phony, angry, dishonest speech, is to justify his aggressive, ludicrous, wasteful agenda. As he speaks, he imagines himself to be some kind of hero, but he is a total coward, who has yet to speak out against the rampant antisemitism his party has unleashed and keeps supporting.  

 

It may be a small detail, which may seem beside the point of this writing, but it is Biden’s greasy, old-fashioned straight hair, which, like Hitler’s mustache, particularly offends me. This mullet hairstyle truly characterizes the nasty man that is Joe Biden. He tries to hang on, at all costs, to his filthy hair, which presumably represents his virility. At a younger age, such a model occurs when two active haircuts exist at once, but at an older age, the hair in the front is gone and only some pathetic thin hair in the back is left. It should be noted that the few nasty locks, on the back of Biden’s scabby, uncomfortable scull, aren’t neck-length wisps, but chopped off tufts, which don’t add up to more than hundred hairs. However, without the purposeful haircut on the top, the back doesn’t qualify as a mullet. Thus, strictly speaking – which is what we are doing when we engage finally in Embodied Language (EL) – Biden is, basically, a pretentious, dumb, mullet-wanna-be, anxiously trying to immitate David Bowie. Surely, sluggish Biden is no Rod Stewart either. What historians have called the Hunnic look, can be described, as the haircut version of your mom saying: get your hair out of your face. With Biden, of course, there is no hair in his face and so, there is no business in the front, but only truncated fun in the back. Perhaps, it is Biden’s hidden wish, to look as charming as Patrick Swayze or as adventurous as young Kiefer Sutherland, which makes him hang on to his dull, little, stupid, ugly mullet. In the beginning of the mullet rage, somewhere in the 80’s, a lot of metal bands had mullets and Biden’s icky hair is a failed attempt, to emulate some of that strength. There appears to be a revival of sorts. People rediscovered the mullet, but I am sure, they are not inspired by Biden.

 

Going back to the disingenuous D-Day speech of Joe Biden, the battle between freedom and tyranny has, of course, nothing to do with the autocratic rule of his idiotic administration, but with the cessation of Disembodied Language (DL). What kind of a leader is Biden, that he can’t even tell people about the difference between DL and EL? With DL, we are always heading for the next war, but he doesn’t even seem to care, as he is only about his preposterous bluster. He can’t even read the script and starts mumbling. It is quite horrific to see this large crowd listening to this unintelligent fool.  

 

I wouldn’t have clapped, out of politeness, for this man, who calls himself the commander in chief of the United States. I have no respect for any of his lies and detest his DL, as much as I do anyone’s DL. Biden is as unconscious as anyone with DL, but he has great influence. He says, it is his highest honor, to salute the veterans, who are still alive and even adds, God loves you, but he has no love for his own country, let alone for those, who have given their lives for freedom.

 

I don’t see any appreciation for Joe Biden on the faces of these veterans. To the contrary, I feel their contempt for this clown, this freak, this jerk, who can barely read from the script, which was clearly written for him, not by him. Nothing of what Biden says is his own. He is the classic example of someone with DL, who wants others to listen to him – and gets angry if they don’t – but who doesn’t listen to himself. Biden is not, as he imagines himself to be, the leader of the free world, but he is a representative of our outdated DL, the way of talking, which has no more future. Biden is as exhausted as his DL.

 

Biden said, it was estimated 80% of the troops, who landed in Normandy, would be killed, but the men were brave, and they went into battle, to win this war. This is where his words sounded most hollow. Except for having a big mouth, he has never done anything heroic. That is why he is trying so hard to prove, he is, supposedly, on the right side of history, with his crazy policies.

 

Biden has a mouthful about the great resolve of these soldiers, who died to liberate Europe, but he is the wrong person, at the wrong place, at the wrong time. In the same way, that Europe is going down the drain, due to globalism, so is the United States. Under Joe Biden’s so-called democratic leadership, the freedom of speech has been squelched and anyone who disagrees with the so-called democrats, is called a fascist.

 

When Biden coughs and holds his hand in front of his mouth (?), it is a clear sign, that he knows he is not really with it, he is just lying, he is only saying what he is supposed to say and wants it to be over with already. There is absolutely nothing inspiring, uniting or passionate about his tiring, meaningless speech. Surely, Biden doesn’t have his heart in the right place, as he is a frustrated, dissatisfied, ruthless, old man. It is all on full display in the faces of his audience. Across from him are equally old, dignified men, who fought honorably and see through his act.

 

Of course, he is calling out some of the heroes and makes it seem as if mentioning their names  makes him more believable, but it creates the opposite effect. It is painful to hear him pull off this fake-emotional, speech-bullshit. The tone of his voice says it all: everything is inauthentic. Only the doubtful wrinkles in his forehead, his squinting, distrustful eyes and the ugly, mean lines of negativity around his mouth, are real.

 

I want to feel what Biden is saying, but all I hear is someone, who hasn’t had real feelings for a long time, who only pretends to be passionate or animated. He basically sounds exactly how he always sounds like. I hear in his voice, he is not convinced of what he is saying, he knows it  yet, he continues, like everyone who has DL. In DL, we continue to lie even though we know it, because we don’t know how to stop it. The only way to stop it is to listen to ourselves while we speak. Biden doesn’t want to hear himself. All he really cares about, is that others hear him and see him as someone who is great, instead of the ignominy and imposter that he truly is.

 

Biden is talking out of his ass, when he says, our democracy is only as strong as all of us make it together. He repeatedly demonizes half the country, by calling them extremists, fascists and racists, because they want him to close the border, they don’t want to be gas-lighted and don’t like him to keep playing the race-card. I see it this way: conservatives and republicans no longer want to put up with the left’s DL. Of course, people on the right, don’t know this is  happening, but this is how it is. Regardless of whether we are willing to admit it or not, able to talk about it or not or are aware about it or not, what we are faced with is the difference between DL and EL and, as long as we don’t acknowledge this difference, DL will win again.

 

Biden is absolutely unbelievable, when he says that freedom is worth dying for. He may try to sound serious, but we all know, that these days less and less people are willing to enlist in the army. Moreover, his woke administration has defunded the military and the police. Surely, recruitment is at an all-time low and policing is  almost impossible if the prosecutors don’t do their job and prosecute the criminals. Many police officers have left blue states and moved to red states, leaving left-wing sanctuary cities that attract the illegal migrants in total chaos.

 

According to Biden, by liberating Europe from the Nazi’s, democracies have given proof, that liberty is stronger than any tyranny. However, he doesn’t put his money where his mouth is. He insists on the unbreakable unity of the allies, but this is pure fantasy, as under his leadership, the world is more divided than ever before. He talks about having the same purpose, but how can we have the same purpose with DL? It is impossible. He keeps touching his noose, as he speaks, which shows, he is not really with it.

 

Biden talks about NATO, as the greatest alliance in the history of men, but America has always paid the bill and is hated by everyone, who is in favor of Hamas and Pro-Palestine. He betrayed Israel and the American people, and he blatantly panders for votes. Moreover, Biden talks about expanding NATO and is all macho about being strong together. Everyone claps, as he declares to be against isolationism, but what he doesn’t say, is he might be leading us into World War III.

 

Biden says nothing about peace-negotiations between Russia and Ukraine. Instead, he wants the United States and Europe, to poor more money down the drain of Zelensky, who is at the D-Day memorial with one goal only: to get more money and weapons. Biden talks gloatingly about the loses of Russian troops, but there are almost no men left in Ukraine anymore to fight. However, all of this preposterous war-mongering bravado is totally out of touch with the D-Day memorial.  Biden sounds creepy, when he screams, we will not walk away and declares his unconditional support for Ukraine. Presumably, he is all about uniting the forces of democracy, but it is clear, he tells people, we must be willing to go to war. I hear nothing peaceful or realistic in this man.   

 

In this writing, I criticize Biden, who, apparently, isn’t afraid, to escalate the proxy war, which the United States is currently fighting with Russia. I  read US missiles, used by the Ukraine army may soon be landing on Russian soil, which could be the start of a nuclear war. I find it sad and very concerning, Biden abuses this D-Day memorial for idiotic posturing and sabre-rattling, instead of speaking about peace. I find it peculiar, that he talks a great deal about the fight for freedom and democracy, but doesn’t say a word about Israel’s war with Hamas. He didn’t mention the elephant in the room for political expediency.    

These are three beautiful texts (in Dutch and in English) about the Embodied Language (EL) of my dear Dutch friend AnnaMieke.  Blog: Bevrijdende Taal. (annaklomp75.blogspot.com) and You Tube channel: Luisterend Spreken. Thank you AnnaMieke!

Dit zijn drie prachtige teksten (in het Nederlands en in het Engels) over de Belichaamde Taal (BT) van mijn dierbare Nederlandse vriendin AnnaMieke. Blog: Bevrijdende Taal. (annaklomp75.blogspot.com) en You Tube kanaal: Luisterend Spreken. Dank je wel AnnaMieke!

Voet Stuk.

Ik hoef niet meer thuis te komen in wat ik zeg.Ik hoef niet meer te weten hoe ik het zeg,ik ben gefocust op mijn spreken, in wat er dan gebeurd, dat ik niet meer hoef tevluchten als er iets gebeurd,maar te blijven zitten in het moment, waarin ik mijn stilte weet te ontvangen,waar ik gewoon mijzelf ook ben,waar geen tweede kans ook ligt,waar de veters in mijn schoenen netjes zijn gestrikt,en mijn jas over mijn arm kan hangen ,mijn stilte nog meer voel in wat het brengt .Mijn eigen spreken op een voetstuk zet en er in feite zo af kan vallen,omdat het mij nog weinig zegt, van een angst die zonder dat ik daar erg in had, kan overheersen ,en mij laat voelen in mijn lijf,en geneigd ben om dat te negeren.Maar zodra ik kan spreken met mijzelf, in het ontvangen mij nu duidelijk wordt, dat de angst die ik voelde zich in mijn lichaam had vastgezet, mij een bonkend hoofd had gegeven,een steen op mijn maag,maar door er over te spreken in het luisteren naar mijzelf, kan ik ervaren dat het weg kan drijven uit mijn lijf . Geen angst meer hoeft te voelen in de stilte die ik heb,die mij wijselijk kan laten ervaren dat de angst om gelukkig te durven zijn zo in waarde is gestegen, omdat ik de aandacht naar mijzelf heb gebracht.Iets op een voetstuk zetten heeft zich laten zien, in al mijn delen op papier,maar kom erachter dat in het plezier van ondervinden, mij iets terug kan geven aan mijzelf.En in het plaatsen van een voetstuk zich kan wreken in mijn eigen geluk, zich buiten alle paden heeft gericht om niets meer op een voetstuk te willen zetten in het ervaren van mijn eigen geluk.

Pedestal.
I no longer have to be at home in what I say. I no longer have to know how I say it, I am focused on my speaking, on what happens then, that I no longer have to flee when something happens, but to stay sitting in the moment, where I know how to receive my silence, where I am just myself, where there is no second chance, where the laces in my shoes are neatly tied, and my coat can hang over my arm, my silence even more feel what it brings. Putting my own speech on a pedestal and in fact it can easily fall off, because it means little to me, of a fear that can dominate without my realizing it, and makes me feel it in my body, and am inclined to ignore that. But as soon as I can speak to myself, in receiving it now becomes clear to me that the fear I felt had settled in my body, had given me a pounding head, a stone on my stomach, but by talking about it and listening to myself, I can experience that it can float away from my body. No longer having to feel fear in the silence that I have, which can wisely let me experience that the fear of daring to be happy has increased so much in value, because I have brought attention to myself. Putting something on a pedestal has allowed itself to be see, in all my parts on paper, but find out that in the pleasure of experiencing, I can give something back to myself. And in placing a pedestal I can take revenge in my own happiness, has turned beyond all paths for nothing to want to put myself more on a pedestal in experiencing my own happiness.

Het verschil.

De avond valt zoals de regen weer is gekomen,en ik mijn deur dan sluit, om mij te verheugen in mijn schrijven.Ik sta wat stil in een overweging, ook bemerk dat deze maand mijn schrijven door weinig wordt gelezen, behalve  door mijzelf.Daar waar ik naar heb gestreeft,in wat mij is overkomen, misschien niets is geweest voor de ander,maar dat ik daar geen rekening mee kan houden. Waar mijn taal mij wenst om aan mijzelf uit te leggen, dat druppelsgewijs in het erkennen, dat mijn taal mij het meeste geeft ,in het ontvangen van het moment,vanuit mijn dagelijks ervaren , waarschijnlijk het verschil kan maken,waarin het alleen voor mij dan geld.De rode draden van mijn tijd,waarin de zuinigheid in eigen vlijt is neergezet waarin mijn dag altijd weer anders lijkt en ik mij aanpas in zo'n hoedanigheid, dat het verschil niet meer is te merken.Het verschil in wat ik kan ervaren,in wat ik aan mijzelf laat zien,vraagt niets om iets te dragen wat niet past in mijn eigen taal.Maar te doorgronden hoe het voelt om door mijn haar te strijken,mijn blik te vangen in wat ik zeg, in wat ik laat merken aan mijzelf, dat het goed is te voelen in het verschil van iedere dag,mijn verder weet te trekken over de heuvels die ik zag,over de beren op de weg,over mijn eigen lach,over de moeite die ik neem iedere dag,vergezeld door eigen ontvouwen en als een blij kind mijn dag altijd begint  met mijn schrijven.Met de dingen die ik ondervindt om bij te blijven in wat ik ervaar,in mijn dagelijkse bezigheden die het verschil ook maken, in wat ik zeg en laat zien, dat ik het verschil niet hoeft te maken in wat het diend,maar kan betreden mijn eigen domein,daar waar ik mijzelf kan wezen en naar mijzelf ook schrijf en altijd kan laten weten, dat er verschil moet zijn, om te ervaren dat mijn bijzonderheid in delen, daar het verschil kan maken in wie ik ben.

The difference.
The evening falls like the rain has come again, and I close my door to enjoy my writing. I pause for a moment in reflection, and also notice that this month my writing is not read by many, except myself. There what I have strived for, in what happened to me, may have been nothing for the other person, but I cannot take that into account. Where my language wants me to explain to myself, that drop by drop in recognizing that my language gives me the most, in receiving the moment, from my daily experience, can probably make the difference, where it is only for me money. The common threads of my time, in which frugality has been established in my own diligence, in which my day always seems different and I adapt in such a capacity that the difference is no longer noticeable. The difference in what I can experience , in what I show myself, it does not require anything to wear something that does not fit my own language. But to understand what it feels like to stroke my hair, to catch my eye in what I say, in what I show to myself, that it is good to feel the difference of every day, my ability to move on over the hills I saw, about the bears on the road, about my own laughter, about the effort I take every day, accompanied through my own unfolding and like a happy child, my day always starts with my writing. With the things I experience to keep up with what I experience, in my daily activities that also make a difference, in what I say and show, that I do not have to make a difference in what it serves, but can enter my own domain, where I can be myself and also write to myself and can always let people know that there must be a difference, in order to experience that my specialness is in parts , because it can make a difference in who I am.

Overgave.

Een doosje in een doosje , wat ik ervaar als ik terug kijk hoe mijn eigen taal erom vraagt om in de overgaven die ik voel, meer kan beklijven om te blijven doen, in mijn schrijven en spreken, in de handeling die ik zet en mijn lichaam zich over kan geven aan de belichaamde taal.In een fractie van erkennen voel ik meteen, dat mijn besluit in het delen in mijn spreken verscheen en  als een bloem open ben gegaan en als een vlinder alles aan kan tikken, mijn eigen nectar op kan likken, in het verstaan van elk moment,van elk ervaren die mij heeft gebracht naar de vrede,naar een liefdevol gesprek,naar de overgave waarin ik merk, hoe zeldzaam mijn beleven wordt,hoe onmiskenbaar het landen in eigen overgave blijkt te zijn,hoe mijn hart is open geslagen,mijn deur nu werkelijk heb open gezet om te blijven vertellen dat de oorzaak en gevolg,nu echt is te merken en niets te verliezen heb,dan mijn oude gewoontes in wat ik tref. Hoeveel  de rangen en standen mij weinig zegt dan alleen te evaren dat wanneer ik spreek, mijn klank kan horen,mij deze belichaming geeft, ook voel dat het deel wat verloren lijkt te gaan geen omzet kan hebben in mijn belichaamde taal.Het is de overgave die mij helpt om te ervaren dat het zitten in mijn belichaamde taal zo iets nieuws in het bekende en mijn overtocht aan het maken ben, in het kruislings verdelen in de weelde die het zet, in het overkomen zoals mijn eigen taal kan zijn.Het dwarrelen door de velden, het lopen op mijn pad, waarin ik altijd heb geweten hoe het spreken met mijzelf naar mijn eigen schoonheid heeft gebracht.Waar de vlinders kunnen veranderen in de stijl die ik ken,in het mega groot ontvouwen zoals de vlinders kunnen doen. iIn de kleuren die zij krijgen als zij de nectar op kunnen zuigen van iedere bloem.Zo er vaar ik mijn taal met al haar elementen,met al wat zij brengt,niet stoffig hoeft te wezen ,maar helder in een gesprek,overwegend overgoten,uit verbazing is gezet van het moment van spreken en ik er niet meer op let hoe mijn welzijn in het spreken is neergezet. In het ervaren wat het laat zien dat eigen taal in alles kan worden gesproken zoals het komt en dan mijn overgave kan voelen in de stilte er is, om mij te begroeten om te staan naast mijn zij,naast mijn vlinderen over alle bloemen en de nectar verspreid, om later te kunnen kiemen en weer opnieuw kan worden gezien in de schoonheid van mijn beleven als ik in mijn overgave zit.

Surrender.
A box within a box, what I experience when I look back at how my own language asks for more to be retained in the surrenders I feel, to continue doing, in my writing and speaking, in the action I take and my body can surrender to the embodied language. In a fraction of recognition I immediately feel that my decision to share appeared in my speaking and that I have opened like a flower and can touch everything like a butterfly, can lick my own nectar , in understanding every moment, of every experience that has brought me to peace, to a loving conversation, to the surrender in which I notice how rare my experience becomes, how unmistakable landing in my own surrender appears to be, how my My heart has been opened, I have now really opened my door to continue to tell that the cause and effect is now really noticeable and I have nothing to lose other than my old habits in what I encounter. How much the ranks and positions mean little to me other than just experiencing that when I speak, being able to hear my sound, giving me this embodiment, also feeling that the part that seems to be lost cannot be converted into my embodied language. It is the surrender who helps me to experience that sitting in my embodied language is something new in the known and I am making my crossing, in cross-dividing in the opulence it sets, in appearing as my own language can be. The whirling through the fields, walking on my path, where I have always known how speaking to myself has brought to my own beauty. Where the butterflies can change into the style I know, in the mega-large unfolding as the butterflies can do. iIn the colors they get when they can suck the nectar from every flower. This is how I experience my language with all its elements, with all that it brings, does not have to be dusty, but clear in a conversation, predominantly saturated, surprise sets in from the moment I speak and I no longer pay attention to how my well-being is portrayed in speaking. In experiencing what it shows that one's own language can be spoken in everything as it comes and then I can feel my surrender in the silence there, to greet me to stand next to my side, next to my butterflies over all the flowers and the nectar spread, so that it can later germinate and be seen again in the beauty of my experience when I am in my surrender.

 Tedious Humor,

 

Tonight, I will use my time at the microphone, to do my tedious kind of stand-up comedy. To make things even worse, I read it from paper, because I am just too lazy and disinterested to memorize this lousy text. However, it should be noted, I have written this myself and I do this, as I get a real kick out of it, to be as tedious and exhausting to others as possible.

 

I know, I get tedious, but that is what I enjoy, as that is how I am. I am way too thorough for those who are wishy-washy and always condemn me. Although I get into my language-thing, this isn’t politics. I may have tedious humor, but it definitely trumps politics. It appears, most people have lost touch with humor, as a non-political phenomenon, but I haven’t.

 

I’m not calling anyone any names, but you can fill in the blanks. My tedious humor, which for clarity’s sake, I keep calling tedious humor, is about what remains unsaid. It is astonishing, how what we say matters less and less and what we didn’t or couldn’t say matters more and more. We are living in very strange times, in which it is best to just say nothing, and to not scream and to be tedious in the extreme.

 

Although I speak a lot of words, I am well aware, I don’t say anything really meaningful, as that might make someone, who doesn’t quite get what I mean uncomfortable. Those who get what I mean, they experience the great comfort of using words to say nothing. What you would call my method – which, according to me, isn’t a method – is very tedious in its detail, as deals with listening to ourselves while we speak. It’s an artform to not get trapped, out of habit, by some familiar, boring, tedious narrative.

 

Nobody is served by hearing again what has already been said a million times. My exact analysis may be tedious, but my words are about a new use of our language, in which laughter will again be part of our everyday conversation. I know, that laughing about others has no longer any appeal, that is why I ask you politely, not to laugh about me, but yourself.  

 

While I continue to say what I’m saying, don’t worry and be my guest and interrupt me anytime, but try to give it shot and let some laughter about yourself – however, small or hesitant – back into your life again. Don’t have too high expectations and give yourself room to feel at ease. No need to have a full-blown belly laughter, just a simple smile is a good place to start. Carry on with what is possible and realistic. There’s not too much to laugh about, that’s okay. Being truthful pays off. Your laughter will increase, if you let it. Don’t push it, but wait for it.

 

Meanwhile, I’ll keep talking, so that you don’t have to feel as if you are being put on the spot. This is not a contest. I have experienced, privacy is actually very important in the beginning stages of laughter. You don’t want anyone else telling you what is funny and what is not, as you can tell yourself. What you find important, is best expressed by you. This issue, that someone else makes you laugh, has always prevented you from laughing about yourself. I’m not making you laugh, to create a new opportunity.  

 

I must wrap it up now and hope, you have made use of my words, to not be busy with me. I didn’t have anything to say and was only saying something, so that you could do your thing. I’m sure, it was worth it, as I didn’t hear anyone laugh, which means, you are experiencing something in silence. This is great progress towards the end-goal of laughing out loud. There’s only so much ground that can be covered in one trial. Keep on going, ignoring my tedious humor.   

 Terribly Funny,

 

I am terribly funny. The fact, that you don’t believe me, simply indicates, you aren’t serious enough about what I say. I go on, on my own, in spite of your inability to laugh with me. You can’t laugh about my humor, as you still cannot laugh about yourself. It is obvious, you demand to laugh about others, to avoid laughing about yourself. Actually, it is more fun to laugh about yourself, than to laugh about others. You only get to laughing about yourself, once you realize that laughing about others is very boring.

 

I hope this text makes you terribly upset. I have faith, it doesn’t hurt you, as I’m getting terribly close to you. I can be terribly annoying, but that is – fortunate for you – where my humor is. It is a good thing, my humor makes you feel terribly guilty, you can’t laugh. Since any inner language doesn’t exist, I am sure, you don’t terribly mind, to read something, which isn’t terribly difficult to understand. These words aren’t as terribly absurd as you make them out to be, because I point out the difference between Disembodied Language (DL) and Embodied Language (EL) and I let you know, how terribly you have suffered with your DL. Unless this is terribly clear, you will go on, being terribly wrong about your life.

 

When you recognize the immense difference between your DL and your EL, you will not only be terribly amused, but you will acknowledge,  your DL has been terribly costly to you. Your DL has drained the very life out of you and you are  like a broken record. Do you still rather prefer not to know, how terribly handicapped you are, because of your DL? I am absolutely sure, that everyone continues with DL, because they were terribly punished and humiliated by others. This is why they punish and humiliate themselves.   

 

You may feel a little jerked around by my words, but you never really laugh. Although you have become used to laughing about others, with me, you don’t laugh, as it should be evident, my  humor doesn’t do anything for you. It isn’t your fault. No comedian has ever properly addressed the relevance of laughing about yourself. Even if they have occasionally tried, it would go terribly wrong and then they quickly backed off, as they were always terribly afraid to get into your shit.

 

The real problem is not, that you can’t laugh at yourself – of course, you can – but that you, as you are doing right now, refuse to laugh about yourself. I get it, you just don’t want to admit, what a terrible idiot you are and have always been. It is quite a realization. Don’t take it too personal. It is very common for anyone who has DL all the time, to act terribly stupid. Besides, in DL, laughing about ourselves is demonized and considered as a sign of weakness, when in fact, it is a sign, that you too, can be terribly funny.

 

Basically, you just don’t allow yourself to laugh, because you want to make it seem as if you are   so strong, so powerful, so certain, so in control, so on top of it, but this phony, arrogant act has terribly affected you. Neither I nor you made it that way, it is just the way everyone in DL deals with themselves. Supposedly, it is only funny, it can only be funny, if humor is about someone else, if someone else is the fool. Well, everyone is terribly wrong about that. These DL-stand-up comedians aren’t real truth-tellers. They have always let you off the hook, because they were so terribly afraid to displease you. Forget about someone else being funny. They terribly want you to accept them and that isn’t funny at all.

 

People who go into the funny-business have one thing in common: they have an inferiority complex and try to compensate for it by trying to make others laugh. Yes, that is what you’ve always been laughing about, it’s terribly brutal. Therefore, it would be an act of kindness, if you stopped laughing about others and started to laugh about yourself, if you would finally take your head out of your terribly stinking ass and get to the real laughter. This stand-up comedy – because of our mechanical involvement in DL –  is a form of publicly accepted verbal abuse. You justify it, I know, but there are consequences to laughing about others, which you rather deny.

 

You will only be able to whole-heartedly laugh about yourself, if you come clean about your exploitive laughter about others. Naturally, this is a terribly painful matter, as it involves your need to forget about yourself, to be entertained and kept busy with bullshit. Your amusement is successful only if it distracts you. Laughing at yourself would never do that. To the contrary, laughing about yourself brings you to who you have always been. In the end, it all comes down to the supremacy of the consumer. Do you like to continue to be sold on humor, which takes you away from yourself or are you ready to pay the price for humor about yourself? I don’t ask you to buy my humor. I know, I am not terribly funny, because I am not trying to sell you anything.     

 Conditional Humor,

 

I only deal in conditional humor. A conditional joke is a joke meant for a qualified audience only. If you don’t know anything about the big difference between Disembodied Language (DL) and Embodied Language (EL), you are unable to get my humor, because you only appreciate the so-called humor, which deals with your coercive DL, but my gentle, calm, subtle humor, which comes from my ongoing EL, simply goes over your head.

 

Unless you know about your own EL, you can’t understand my humor. However, my conditional humor doesn’t care, if you laugh or not. I didn’t decide that, but you keep defending – with your forceful, dull DL – against anything that goes against your beliefs. But, guess what? All real humor goes against anyone’s beliefs. Moreover, your beliefs aren’t really a laughing matter, as there’s nothing funny about them at all and that’s why they need to be left behind, by you.

 

This may be your first experience of conditional humor. You can laugh only, if you let go of your outdated beliefs. If you don’t find this funny, it means, you are digging in your heels, which is what you usually do. It’s fine with me, that you don’t laugh. It is the story of your miserable life, in which you rather hang on to your beliefs than have some fun. In EL, your laughter isn’t about any of your beliefs, which are completely forgotten. Unless you become very sensitive, very open, very honest, very courageous, very truthful, there’s nothing for you to laugh about. Some prior knowledge and understanding of your ongoing EL are needed, before you can laugh with me.

 

Your previous experience of conditional humor was always about the – with DL – internalized negative stereotypes. This fake-humor always deals with discriminatory laughter about some ethnic, racial, religious or political group. With EL, there are no groups to laugh about, because there is no one else to laugh about, except you yourself. If you ever manage to get to it, which is very unlikely – as you demand to have your phony-humor fix with DL – you’ll be surprised how much fun it is to laugh about yourself.

 

With your unconscious DL, there’s nothing to laugh about, because you’re full of frustration, confusion, problems, but also, arrogance and hate. How are supposed to be able to laugh, if you keep hanging on to all this negativity? You can’t laugh, because you can’t admit, that you are full of shit. Don’t make it seem as if you can laugh, because the truth is, that you’ve got to get rid of it, all of it. Those, who have made you laugh, but didn’t address your preoccupation with conflicts, arguments, debates, wars, moral high-ground or that you are right and others are wrong, they don’t really know about laughter.

 

I’m not laughing because I am right, but I laugh because I don’t give a damn whether you laugh with me or not, whether you believe me or not, whether you are as happy as I am or not. I am not anyone’s savior. Yes, I’ll laugh in spite your failure to live your own life according to what you find enjoyable. I’ll laugh about what I find pleasurable and each of us can only know for ourselves, what we like to say and know to be energizing, uplifting and enriching. If we don’t say that to ourselves or keep saying it to others, we miss out on the fun of living own individual lives.

 

Since we never say – with great precision, with ongoing EL – what is making us laugh, what is making us happy, what is making us whole, we remain dreadful, dissatisfied, hopeless, anxious, worried and angry. It has never occurred to you, but the reason you don’t laugh, is because you just don’t have what it takes. You don’t have the right knowledge, the right attitude and you don’t even listen to yourself, so you can’t even hear what is funny, even if you said it was funny.

 

You have neither talked nor laughed about your own unaddressed chaos, your fanatic hype, your grotesque delusion and stubborn pretention. It is so funny, because it is such a mess. I laugh not because I am better than you, but because I hear myself when I speak, and you don’t. It may seem like a small difference and in reality it is, whether you can laugh at yourself – whether you hear your absurdity, whether you can acknowledge your own madness, whether you can feel the enormous tension, fear, pressure, doom and gloom and, ultimately, the atomic boom, in this morning or this afternoon, in your room – that is what determines, whether you will live in heaven or hell.

 

I can’t make you knowledgeable or conscious about your own ongoing EL. You will have to do this yourself. In conditional humor, you only get  the joke if you already know what I am talking about. For example, if you don’t know what a pizza is, you are not going to get the following joke. Question: What is the difference between this pizza and your opinion? Answer: I asked for the pizza. It is unlikely, you don’t know what a pizza is. Likewise, you know damn well what DL is. So, what is funnier, your DL or your EL? Your answer should be: my EL, because my DL sucks. This isn’t funny, but it is funny, because it isn’t.

 

You’ve got to start talking, out loud, alone, with yourself and listen attentively to your voice, so you can finally begin to let yourself know about the great difference between your DL and your EL. To hear my humor, you’ve got to listen to yourself and not to me. Of course, my humor isn’t really mine anyway, because it is yours when you say and hear it. As of yet, however, that hasn’t happened and you couldn’t hear it, as you didn’t say it. In other words, you didn’t fulfill the absolutely necessary requirements for laughter and that is why you’re so negative. The days, that others will create for you the illusion of having fun are over, as it no longer produces even a phony smile, let alone, a bombastic, forgetful outburst of hysteria, which is basically the sickest form of virtue-signaling: laughing to show others, you are having such great fun.        

 Energy Humor,

 

There’s something about humor, nobody seems to get: it just keeps on getting better and better. However, the so-called humor, we are familiar with and keep hearing and seeing everywhere, does the exact opposite. Why are stand-up comedians getting worse over time, instead of better? Are they getting tired of standing? This decline shows, their humor wore them out. My humor doesn’t do that. To the contrary, it gives me energy. For me, humor isn’t about making others happy, but about doing myself a favor.

 

Humor – as we know it – is energy-draining, as it is, inevitably, the expression of our usual way of talking, in which we, as speakers, don’t listen to ourselves. Our attention-demanding way of speaking is so common. Nobody wants to know, what happens in the permanently fucked-up, stressful, boring, depressing life of the stand-up comedian, who, presumably, put a lot of energy into his or her art, to make other people laugh.

 

As energy humor keeps making my life better and better, it becomes more and more obvious, that all our usual, accepted, celebrated humor totally sucks. While I, more often, laugh about myself, these days, than get upset, I hear the anger, frustration and despair, in the voices of everyone, who tries to be funny. I don’t care to laugh about others, because it turns me off, they demand my attention. Comedians are thieves, who steal energy from their audience.

 

While it is true, some comedians may have something, they start out with, they always give it away. Then, next time, they need to do even better, meaning, they are setting themselves up for failure, because they are trying to be funny all the time. This is so tiring to listen to and so anxiety-provoking, because everyone knows, it can’t be done. Everyone who watches with high hopes, in great anticipation of having some fun, is part of this brutal charade of human misery. 

 

If the comedian fails in his or her performance, it is more terrible for the audience, than for the comedian. After all, the comedian shrugs it off and quickly goes on with the next joke, but the audiences can’t forget failed humor very easily and will judge a comedian harshly for failing to make them laugh. Although, presumably, they want the comedian to make them laugh, they are all waiting for the other shoe to drop. We all know that isn’t funny. Successful comedians are in eternal distress from which only a laughing audience can temporarily release them. Sooner or later, they are going to crash, then they have to go to rehab, Jezus or the therapist. After that, their come-back humor is nothing like it ever was before and they become a vague, dull copy of who they once were or seemed to be. Bill Maher, Jon Steward, Jimmy Fallon, Stephen Colbert, Jim Carrey, Jay Leno, Robin Williams, Adam Sandler, Kathy Griffin, Pete Davidson, Eddy Murphy, Will Ferrell, Amy Schumer, Chris Rock, Sarah Silverman, Dave Chappell, Tracy Morgan, Jimmy Kimmel, Jerry Seinfeld, Margaret Cho, Louis C.K., Conan O’Brien, Nick Cannon, George Lopez, Russell Brand, John Oliver, Mother Teresa (!), and, the list goes on.  

 

The audience doesn’t even mind to hear or see the same funny act multiple times, so they can tell all their friends and colleagues, that, yeah, he or she was so very funny, but after that, the comedian might as well commit suicide, as he or she can’t get back to how he or she was and feels, as if he or she is done, because it is true, they can’t go on. Nothing could inspire them to make new jokes. Their unwillingness to admit their need for approval, makes things worse.

 

Sometimes, we hear about the tormenting hell, which is the common reality for each comedian. Those who made others laugh the most, suffer the most and over time, it is apparent to them, that if they can’t suffer some more, their humor loses its spark. They literally put all their energy into humor, but remain oblivious about their own needs. However, the less they suffer, the duller their humor becomes. Stated differently, if they manage to become just only a little bit happy – due to their short-lived success – this immediately translates into being less funny, because then, they don’t try as hard anymore.

 

My energy humor goes hand in hand with the way of talking in which, I, as a speaker, listen to myself while I speak. Such Embodied Language (EL) has its own kind of humor, which is entirely different from the so-called humor of our usual way of talking, in which we, as speakers, don’t listen to ourselves while we speak. In such Disembodied Language (DL), we try to make others laugh, but in EL, we can make ourselves laugh, as we enjoy ourselves with our language, we feel peaceful, thankful and content. And, in EL, we aren’t eager to laugh, as we laugh all the time, but in DL, we reserve a separate time for some amusement or entertainment, in which, presumably, we are going to really have fun, because the rest of the time, we experience the  heavy negativity of our mechanical behavior.

 

For the usual, attention-demanding comedians, who don’t know anything about the difference between DL and EL, it is a conundrum: that the happier they are, the less likely they try to make other people happy – by being funny – and the unhappier they are, the more likely they will do just about anything, to yank or force another laugh out of their audience. They practically beg the audience to laugh. My humor is different, as I am happy. Moreover, I am getting happier and happier, because my humor works for me. And, I don’t give a damn about  whether others like it or not, as I don’t anything to make it happen.

 

My EL itself is sufficient to make me laugh and it is all the laughter I ever want. In other words, I have no need for any laughter, like everyone who engages in DL. Since people with DL don’t have their own language, they remain busy with the language, but also, the so-called humor of others. DL always demands our attention, but my EL, doesn’t demand anyone’s attention and that’s precisely why it is so funny, because it is free. I laugh every day about my own freedom, which stands in such a stark contrast to how everyone lives. Furthermore, my ongoing EL, but also my humor, always stays with me. It is  my Language Enlightenment (LE). Yes, I have my own humor, because I stand my own ground.  

 

With DL, we are possessed by a strange energy which doesn’t belong to us and once can have EL, we realize, that we have our own energy. In EL our energy is healing, calming, soothing and enjoyable, but in DL, it is upsetting, frustrating, nerve-wracking, disturbing and confusing. We have never spoken – with ongoing EL – about the negative effects of this sick humor, which derives from forceful, unconscious, insensitive DL. Once we experience the wonderful humor of our EL, we are motivated to have EL, because it makes us laugh so much and so naturally.             

 

 

 

    

 Believable Humor,

 

Humor may be believable, but still not funny. In my opinion, humor is not a matter of believing. Surely, humor was never what anyone believed it to be. You believed something was funny, but it wasn’t. You believed something wasn’t funny, yet it was. It is a discovery, humor wasn’t what you believed it to be and turned out to be something you never imagined would be funny. You laugh at dictators, but can’t laugh at your own dictatorship of how you use your language.   

 

No, I refuse to be believable. In the light of the aforementioned, it is such an idiotic thing, some people are still trying to be funny. They might as well do their best, not to be funny at all, chances are, then, they’ll come up with something original, that surprises everyone. Anyone who tries to be funny, always does that, to please others, never themselves. I never even try to be funny to myself, yet, I find myself very funny, because I say new things, which I enjoy saying. I also don’t say things to others, to be funny, but I only say funny things to myself, because you can’t handle my tedious humor and are offended by it, if I told you in person.

 

I rather play it safe with my humor and say it to myself and, in this way, the fun stays with me. I only share my fun with those, who, like me, have fun with themselves, because they believe in themselves. No one needs to be convinced and that is why it is believable humor. Only few people do this, as most people are into having fun with each other, but not with themselves. If my humor doesn’t seem believable, I have done what I am good at, which is: being unbelievable.  

 

It is sad, most people don’t know how to have fun with themselves, about themselves, by themselves. They also don’t know how to have fun with others, who don’t know how to have fun by themselves either. This neediness for others takes all the fun out of humor. It doesn’t amuse me, but compared to people, who don’t believe in their own sense of humor, I feel very satisfied with my humor, which is mostly not for others and mainly for myself. I like to follow a thread and see where it is going. I sense, I am onto something, but don’t know what it is, until I have said or written it. Sometimes, it seems, I have said or written it already, but, surprisingly, there appears to be more to it. At other times, out of nothing, something hilarious appears.  

 

I strongly dislike believable humor, but greatly enjoy humor, which scatters our beliefs. I have a very low bar for what I find funny about myself, but towards others, I can’t help being critical, because they are so difficult about themselves. I can’t enjoy anyone, who doesn’t enjoy him or herself. Not laughing about someone, who is giving him or herself a hard time, is a matter of fairness. I’ve never been able to do it and that is why I don’t enjoy the vast majority of people.

 

Humor is precious. Early on, I understood the importance and the meaning of being able to laugh about myself and, although it often got me in trouble, at age 65, I have much more fun, than anyone else my age. I find it funny, I don’t remember much about my childhood. I guess, I did what I had to do, to keep moving forward. I find no pleasure, in anything I have already said or written. I rather say or write something new.

 

Although I find myself brilliantly funny at times, I can’t be bothered with any of my old stuff. It is a matter of paying attention. Inattentiveness sucks, as it always results in the repetition of more of the same. I never get bored, because I always find something new to say or to write. I voluntary say or write, I enjoy my language, but, you, involuntarily, yes, you say or write, out of habit, out of your conditioning, something I find boring, dull, uninteresting and meaningless. If you cannot enjoy your own words, there will never be any laughter. I carry on my speaking or my writing, until I have had enough, until I have said or written, what I wanted to say or write. I know when I am done, because then, I smile, I giggle, I laugh, sometimes out loud, but also in silence, peace and satisfaction. I am so happy to be where I am and who I am. Unlike you, my past doesn’t determine my future. I am new each moment and my language shows this with exuberant energy and strength. My humor, which you can’t stand, carries on into my world, which I create for myself. Lucky you, if you can hear it, read it, feel it, believe it and understand it.