Prime Post: An UNteacher UNteaching UNspiritual Spirituality

Well, it’s finally happened: I’ve untaught myself out of a job. In fact, I’ve disappeared altogether! There’s no one left to cut videos, write posts, host satsang, or hold sessions.  OMG, there’s no teacher here at all!

Isn’t that a blessing? It sure is for me. I don’t have to worry about waking people up, uploading podcasts, paying Roland or any other website bills–none of it! Hallelujah! Free at last, free at last!

In order to make this change a formal one, I just changed the bio on this website’s About page to reflect my new untitle. Fredness is now officially a spiritual unteacher. I say that because it’s true, just as it’s true that The Living Method is actually a spiritual unpath. It’s an unpath because there’s nowhere to point you, and nowhere for you to go. And this unpath is unconventional, and essentially unspiritual, although it immediately leads you into the Heart of all spirituality. 

They say don’t mistake the finger for the moon. That’s not the half of it! Notice that the moon is already shining in the lake you’re currently swimming in. How will you get closer to the water when you are the water? Already! Always! What a hoot! Someone pass the Peace pipe, because at least we’re all getting high over here even though we’re not getting clear.

The truth is that people actually come to me for nothing. They expect Everything, but they get No-thing. Unclients and unstudents now frequently say, “Thank you for nothing!” and mean it. What a disappointment my sessions are for all the characters: They come for more and they end up with less! They come for a little more make-up and get their mask torn off instead. I confess: It’s great fun!

As part of Awakening Sessions, I now generally point out that there’s no teacher present in the session. This is often shocking. But pretty soon it’s discovered that we don’t actually need a teacher because there’s no student attending the meeting either! No teacher, no student, just the verb-ness of teaching. That’s plenty. In fact, anything more would be too much, and anything less wouldn’t be enough.

It’s not even my teaching, it’s yours! You left it for yourself like an alarm clock (or hand grenade) in the dream, just in case you wanted to wake up from a particular story in a hurry. By Jove, good job!

Since there’s no teacher, there’s no need for a floor show. Why would I want to compete with people who are already handling that aspect of things better than I ever could? Well, actually there is a kind of floor show, and it’s a pretty damn funny one, when the unteacher morphs into a Standup-unGuru if you hang around and explore post-awakening with him. I can’t be sure of it, but it wouldn’t surprise me one bit to discover that Fredness spends more time laughing than any human on the planet. I guess it’s possible that the Dalai Lama could effectively compete with this Jolly Lama, because I notice he laughs a whole lot as well–and he got here before I did.

In fact, the Dalai Lama got here before he even got here! He initially arrived way back in 1391, if you believe the teachings regarding reincarnation. The emptiness of the Fred story leads me to question them. After all, Fred Davis Sr. has yet to incarnate on our planet, so how could he possibly come back as Fred Davis Jr.? Sometimes stories make me dizzy. Do they have that effect on you?

Listen up. I’ve held free satsangs this year and I noticed the same thing in every single one of them: This unteacher has precious little to share with people who are not yet owning up to being Awakeness. I mean, what would I say? Should I encourage them to “get on the unpath”? Impossible. How can I possibly steer you to Here? Does it make sense for you to give me directions to my studio when I’m sitting here in my studio? Pu-leeeeeze!

Should I suggest you practice more, or in some new way in order to get you “more ready” to be yourself? Is it true that you need to know more than you do, or be better, or wiser, or somehow “more fit” in order to wake up? Is it true that you need to stop eating meat, drinking, smoking, doing dope, masturbating, gambling, or generally screwing around in order to wake up? Is it actually even possible for you to wake up “soon”? What in the hell does that even mean???

You’re gonna do it LATER??? When??? You said last year that you were gonna do it later, and now it’s later and you’re still not doing it. When is a good time for you?

Will it be when things calm down, when your spouse is behaving, and your job is finally secure? When the money is better, when it stops raining, or almost immediately after you get the next-sure-thing-book from Amazon, the-one-that’s-gonna-do-it-at-last? Why not just go ahead and wait until the earth goes into a nice, pleasant cooling phase? I hear that’s right around the corner.

“Soon” is a seeker’s translation of the word “never.“

Are you waiting for the Universe to spoon-feed you some more, while you’re still sitting there on a cushion with your eyes closed, lost in a never-ending fantasy about the beautiful and fatal seeker’s journey and entombing comfy-friendly lifestyle? Look, I’m very pro-practice if you are, but if you’re not, I’m not either. I don’t know how to tell you to practice being Who You Are other than to suggest that you simply notice Who You Are, and then begin the apparent, experienced time-path of coming to accept what you’ve already noticed and always known.

Earlier I mentioned three free satsangs. In case you missed one or all of them, let me tell you what happened in every single case. The moment It was unleashed, it leaped into the virtual unroom roaring like a lion, and grabbed someone by the throat. It choked the breath and thought and resistance out of them until they understood there was no such thing as a future. Put up or shut up. Freedom is available right Here, right Now, only. Take it or leave it, but for God’s sake quit whining about it!

And people woke up, right then and there, with It, as It, in satsang, right in front of an audience, to their own astonishment. Granted, I could have just encouraged them. Or I could have pretended to teach them something they already knew while they pretended to learn. Happens all the time. I say, “Wake up already!“

In my Sunday Satsangs, most of the room is already awake, many for quite a while. We address the situations that are experienced (which is close enough to real for me) in post-awakening until someone wanders in who’s in pre-awakening, and then the whole room reaches out them. Did you know that post-awakening can be really tricky and awkward? Well, maybe not for you because you’re quite certain that you’re the Special One. Just to be clear with you, I thought I was the Special One, too. I turned out to be utterly ordinary. Thank God.

Sunday Satsang is a room full of teachers and one unteacher. But I have to tell you, some of those teachers are thinning out pretty rapidly. Before long it’ll be a room full of unteachers, some of whom will go on to unteach on their own–if those units are programmed to do so, of course.

I spent 3 1/2 years of chasing my tail AFTER I woke up! You can, too, but you don’t have to. I have a guy who’s been awake all of one year, and he’s at the place I was at when I was roughly four years into this thing! He’s not afraid to follow before he leads. I wasn’t either.

He told me today, “I didn’t know anything. I just trusted you and did what you told me to do.” Those are the same words that Nisargadatta used to describe his own path. The guy I’m talking about lives in Sweden, don’t you, Lucas? And the people who’ve been with me for a good while? OMG! It’s like watching a whole constellation go nova at the same time. I never saw anything so beautiful.

Of course, I remember what it was like Before. It’s kind of scary when you’re offered the Real Deal instead of a promissory note. And you don’t have to accept–unless you do.

You can keep waffling if you want to. Don’t let me interrupt your nap. I mean, who wants to follow an unpath that goes nowhere, an unteaching that strips away everything you think you know, which is facilitated by an unteacher who ultimately offers you No-thing? Who wants THAT?

We’ll find out, won’t we?