Would You Rather Be a Finger or Part of a Hand?


Would You Rather Be a Finger
or Part of a Hand?

Fearless Puppy

Waiting for God or Congress to fix things won’t work. The Collective Human Attitude cannot change until the attitudes of the individuals composing it do. This has been proven many times. Great Masters have come and gone. We remember their words and immortalize their faces but the practical applications that were the truth of their teachings have been as consistently mislaid as a teardrop in the rain.


It may be true that some people are just too fucking lazy to change their minds. The bigger problem is that many of us are too stressed out, distracted, and preoccupied to concentrate on the process of making this a truly better life for our selves and a better world for everyone. Inhumane stress levels numb us into surviving under comfortably fossilized lies instead of living with truths that might be disturbing in the very short run, but will save us in the long run.

The inhumane stress levels that modern people suffer are largely fueled by two pieces of drastic misinformation. Nearly all of us have been brutally misled regarding the qualities defining our most critical human directions—the purpose of life and the meaning of success.

Repaired working definitions of these terms are necessary in order for us to produce peace and decency on an individual level. Only after plenty of that has been accomplished can peace and decency arrive and survive at the national and planetary levels.

The bigger masterpiece can only be painted by the combined brush strokes of all our little self-portraits.

All the great teachers, religions, and spiritual traditions seem to be pretty unanimous in their on-paper notions of the terms purpose of life and success. The purpose of a human life is to achieve health and happiness, and to assist whatever else is alive to do the same. The meaning of personal success is in developing the individual decency and courage to promote that universal well being, and in building the skillful means to turn that brilliant motivation into something realistically helpful to self and others.

No One can save us now. Salvation has been circling the planet for a long time. It can’t do much without a place to land! We have to provide that landing pad by personally moving toward what we are asking for, by becoming peace and cooperation, and by leaving a lot of old bullshit behind.

It can be difficult for a person to independently redirect his or her focus. Millennia of now outdated conditioning and our present-day hypnosis by modern media only scratch the surface of what needs to be overcome.

But we have to start somewhere.

The best place to start may be to simply make our selves comfortable.

There are very few insurmountable obstacles in life. What may seem like insurmountable obstacles at first are more often just severe challenges. Most of us can victoriously rise above any challenge presented by making a comfortable but determined effort to do so. This holds true whether that challenge comes from the most evil corner of the world or the darkest corners of our own minds.

“There are no problems. Only solutions.”

John Lennon Fearless Puppy


How The Cult of Personality Stole Your Life, and How to take It Back

Hi All! I hope you are well. The long awaited (so I’ve been told) Reincarnation Through Common Sense is now available as an ebook and the print version will be up within a month. I hope sales will rocket as all profits will be donated to sponsor Wisdom professionals (see http://www.fearlesspuppy.org for details). Meanwhile, another book, Voices of reason From the End of the World, is on the way. Here’s a bit from it about celebrity, the lives of celebrities, and the realizationImage that our own life is a more important thing to keep track of.

What Does Matter

(with gratitude for attitude to Saint Carlin)

           Just so there are no misunderstandings, I would like to officially state something. Almost none of the people (there are a few exceptions) who are complimented in this book as teachers and influences actually know, or ever knew me. I’m not trying to make believe that I am in some kind of buddies club with every fucking genius on Earth, or that I have personally met and had social what-to-do with any of these people. I go to lectures, classes, concerts, get the books, and watch them on the computer, HBO specials, or PBS—just like nearly everyone else who has been smart enough to seek them out, or lucky enough to stumble across their information. I have an active imagination. Even video contact can affect me strongly at times, but that’s where most of the “relationships” end.

What is the big deal with this meeting-a-famous-person shit, anyway? A few people have become a lot more known than the rest of us. Sometimes this happens because we admire a person’s genius, talent, or merit. Just as often, it happens through no actual accomplishment on the part of the famous person! It often happens because shill marketing and media conglomerates with paper assholes are selling the public an image, and an artificial relationship to it. These media and marketing folks work for corporate pimps that collect big bucks from this artificially manufactured hero-worship. This hero-worship results in bizarre purchasing habits on the part of consumers who have been hypnotized into believing that their imagined connection with the “hero” is concrete, meaningful, and has some connection to the product for sale.

Being famous is no big fucking deal, and it is even less a big fucking deal if your major accomplishment is that you’ve met one of these celebrity heroes–whether they are of the real or artificially manufactured variety. Celebrity itself is often bullshit. Celebrity by association is even more so.

There’s no end to the respect I have for the people who are mentioned in this book, but I wouldn’t brag about meeting or knowing them personally. Meeting someone means less than a rat’s ass.

Brag about meeting, say, Mother Teresa or the Dalai Lama? I don’t think so. I’d brag if I spoke and acted as nobly as Mother Teresa or the Dalai Lama!

No, on second thought, I guess I wouldn’t.

Regardless, meeting or knowing someone else doesn’t make you, yourself, an improved or more admirable individual. That happens when you are actually being, doing, or somehow taking part in something admirable. I feel so strongly about this that the following true story is one of my all time favorite moments in life.

It was a beautiful autumn day in the mid-1980s at Hugo’s bar in scenic Northampton, Massachusetts. After an all day effort to deplete the world’s beer supply, a sudden flash of inspiration came to me. Over the course of the following several months that inspiration developed into a successful statewide charity project. It got a lot of attention and publicity from the press because it involved high-level politicians, famous musicians, major league sports teams, unions, volunteers who didn’t get paid at all, and a hot button issue. Above all, the project went well because none of the money passed through our volunteer group but instead went directly from contributors to very well established and reputable charities. There was no possible question-of-trust factor. (More details are available in the About the Author section or website, if you are interested.)

Several months later I was back at Hugo’s, again doing my part to help society drain free of its alcohol content. I made this effort many times during the 1980s. A guy (decent sort) who infrequently frequented our watering hole came through the back door. He was known and well liked by one of the regulars at our table. Decent-sort-Mike was introduced to several people who were famous for not being able to remember names.

We invited him to join us.

Mike downed half a beer and suddenly turned wide-eyed. He stared at me for a few very long seconds. It was the kind of stare that made me wonder if he was on some powerful drug and I was showing up as a freshly tapped keg in his hallucination.

That wasn’t it. The mad stare was his sudden recognition of a person whom he knew had experienced the proverbial fifteen minutes of fame.

“You’re that guy from the newspapers. You’re great!” said decent-sort-Mike.

I had to reply, “Don’t be fucking ridiculous. I’m a drunk from Hugo’s, just like you are.”  The light went on in Mike’s more than slightly bloodshot eyes. It was that deeper kind of understanding that rarely happens, even between people who know each other very well. He got it.

A big slow “Wooooow!” came out of his mouth.

Mike suddenly realized that he could have done that charity project, and would have received the same attention from the media if he had. Instant insight told him that anyone could have done it. It was all just about getting up and doing it. I did kick my own drunken ass into the process, but that didn’t make me any more of a superman than him. The only difference between us was that I put that situation’s potential to actual use.

   We bought each other beers and talked for hours with no further misunderstandings.

 All of us humans have the same potential to be incredible.

Who you’ve met or know doesn’t matter.

Who you choose to be
and what you choose to do with your life
is what does matter.

Please see Fearless Puppy for information on the project to sponsor Wisdom Professionals, and the books whose sales profits fund that project. Thank you.