Somebody once called folks talking about this stuff "Clowns," and I took that personally. It wasn't my fault. It's nobody's fault actually.

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Conditioning unravels in whatever way it does.

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It's like when somebody else said "I don't think anybody who is genuinely enlightened would be spending any time talking about it." All sorts of folks agreed.

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I asked them, "Are you genuinely enlightened?"

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They go, "No. I don't believe it exists but I like reading about it."

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Somebody is reading about something which doesn't exist written by those who aren't genuine about it.

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That's not the circus.  

Not yet.

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It's what happens when folks celebrate "no one talking about it is genuinely enlightened." They all come out of the woodwork like colorful dancing roaches with rainbow afros and tiny little red noses gladhanding and blowing kazoos.

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"THiS gUy gets It!" they toot.  

It's avoidance.

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The longer I can avoid the Truth of a concept the longer I can avoid the Truth of my self. In this case it's the truth of The Seeker. If nobody in this space is genuinely enlightened (awakened, nondual, whatever) then the seeking is justified.

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This is what conditioning does to stay in tact. It justifies itself.

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Specifically that tiny little piece of a wince that rejects the idea of not being in control of anything. It's an idea. Nothing special, but boy does it like wince at the possibility it has nothing to own.

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Not even seeking.

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When it first goes it's unexpected, but then it leaves nothing behind. Absolutely nothing is found.

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People always ask "What's left?" It's useless to say "No Thing" because this doesn't make sense to a piece of conditioning which depends on other "things" to be what it is. Give it a phrase and it trots away happily or circles back around wagging its tail:

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"???"

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The same reflex coughs up all kinds of genuine nonsense masquerading as wisdom. This is the clown show. Thoughts. Once seen through (unexpected), it's such a gut buster to see them juggle around on unicycles pretending to be Truth, Wisdom, Insight or whatever.

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Every. Single. Word ...is late to the party.

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"Late to what party?" Some stray thought may come like this wagging its tail. Don't give it any attention. Leave it alone.

Circus of Opinion.