The Impracticality Of Spirituality

What the spiritualists

And the guru’s

Have never understood

Is the human Mind.

 

Even the ones who have become enlightened

State that it is “right in front of you.”

That “you are already the thing that you seek.”

And so on.

 

It is not that they are wrong.

It is simply

Of little utility.

 

A man gets nothing

By being told that he is already there

Or that it is right in front of him.

 

This is why ancient books

And guru’s

Have absolutely zero

Practical value.

 

They are only good for

Getting into the “vibe”

And the “atmosphere”

Of a spiritual feel.

 

It is the smell of incense

And the blush of rose petals.

Nothing more.

 

It matters not how correct a thing is.

If it is not Practical,

It may as well not exist.

 

The spiritual seeker

Is complicit.

 

In fact,

The spiritual seeker

Creates the guru.

 

Because he demands nonsense,

Nonsense is created in great supply.

 

The guru that tries to help

Is the poison of all possibility.

 

The man who reaches enlightenment

Did not get there by way of method.

 

The spiritual seeker,

Regardless of what he may say,

Is not seeking Truth or Enlightenment.

 

He is seeking

A dose of good feeling

Or a way to feel more spiritual

Or appear holy in front of society.

 

Therefore,

He is seeking something fundamentally different

From that which

The enlightened man has found.

 

Of what use are the directions to a desert

For he who is seeking water?

 

The only guru

Who tries to “help”

Is the Fraud.

 

No enlightened man,

No serious human who has found permanence,

Would be interested in “helping.”

 

Would a professional basketball player

Go door to door

Trying to “help” the common man

Make it to the NBA?

 

Spirituality is an abomination.

Self-help is a catastrophe.

 

For such things

Have nothing to do with anything.

 

Spiritual books

And self-help books

Are comic books.

 

If a thing has no practical and lasting value

It has no reason to exist

Except for those

Who seek to waste their lives.

 

I have visited Buddhist Monks

Who were the head of temples

And directly asked them,

“Sir, what have you found.”

 

As predicted,

I was met by empty prescriptions

To go meditate and be mindful.

 

These people,

As nice as they may be,

Have no value

To any Serious human.

 

An ape

Can read things out of a book

And memorize and recite them.

 

A parrot

Can echo spiritual jargon.

 

One may search day and night

Far and wide

Across the oceans and the forests

And faraway lands . . .

 

He will not find

No One who is REAL.

 

He will not find

No One who will give him The Truth.

 

He will simply find

Spiritual academics

Who have a fashion for hairstyles

Be they shaved head or pony tail.

 

He will simply find

Photographic memories

And human tape recorders.

 

He will simply find

Smiling faces

And a willingness to help

Become more “spiritual.”

 

He will simply find

Paraphernalia and amulets and beads

And incense and mandala’s and symbols

And rituals and practices and austerities.

 

There is nothing in this world

That is REAL.

 

There is no one in this world

That is THE REAL THING.

 

Even by Devotion

If not by accomplishment.

 

The blind

Leading the blind.

 

Posers

Leading posers.

 

The Serious Man

Is on his own.

 

Namaste.