The Empty Carnival

There’s a Carnival Barker shouting out for our attention. Time after time, we get tricked and drawn in by the latest attraction. It’s utterly incredible how many different features we’ve seen, and yet it seems that we are always ready for the next one, mostly because falling for the passing parade of seductions has become habitual — the barker barks and we jump right to it!

It seems that we can’t resist, and that’s the truth — we can’t! At least not until we directly recognize that the Barker is a fraud, that the attractive selection of rising thoughts have nothing to offer us, and that there is nothing there of any substance, but merely an empty facade.

We need to really understand this, and not just with an intellectual agreement. The intellect is itself a “mark”, and easy enough to fool. How often has that happened, despite what we thought we knew? After all the face palms, aren’t we still more often than not dragged around by our nose?

No, the Barker along with the whole carnival will not become obsolete until we have realized the utter emptiness of their street magic, and so move right along, paying them no mind. They will literally have nothing left to offer us any longer, we’ll see right through the con game.

No thought, no matter how transcendental or appealing, is anything but a wisp of curling smoke, offering us nothing but perpetual distraction. If we stay conscious and vigilant, there will come a time when we will no longer seek its alluring distractions, when all we want is what’s real, what’s true.

In other words, when whatever is swinging and swaying inside the tent is no longer of any interest to us, when we have become immune to the sales pitch because we’ve recognized the grand production for the immense bore it actually is, will the carnival be left to its own smoky fate. Only then will the illusion at last come clean, as we finally begin to awake.



(painting by Errol John le Cain)

About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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