For An Empty Case, They Will Come
“Case? I don have no stink’in case.”
A case contains something, whatever that ‘something’ is. From clothes to mental concepts, it’s containment allows for a certain amount of freedom in one’s exterior exploration. Why does one need to carry around baggage in order to see the sights, you might ask. Good question.
Packaging mental concepts nice and neatly, so that they will all fit into their proper place in a case takes skill. Every once in a while you may run across someone who is just so sloppy that their mental concepts are in total disarray with some even hanging out of the case, being dragged and bounced here and there into other people’s space. On the opposite extreme, there are those who go to extraordinary lengths in order to categorize, tag, and clearly mark each and every piece of mental mass that they carry with them. We wouldn’t want to misplace any one of our darlings, would we?
Sometimes, you see travelers who travel light, and come and go in a blink of an eye. It’s a wonder that they survive at all, in this harsh, extreme environment. How does one survive without the bare necessities? And then, there are those who take forever as they unload all of their baggage before they, themselves, arrive. It is like an announcement of importance. The number of cases needed to contain mental concepts equates to the elevation of importance. I guess one way of handling an enormous amount of one’s mental constructs is to announce that it is a good thing to have, and very desirous as well!
Sometimes, if you are very, very, lucky, you may run across someone whose case is completely empty, and missing as well. There just won’t be anything there. These kinds of people are actually very easy to spot, not only by direct observation, but by observing other people’s reactions to them as well. Most likely, what you will see is avoidance. People tend to shun them and look askew at them with uncertainty. People always recognize the real from the illusion and when faced with reality they tend to run away. Very fast.
It’s really very easy to find or create a case in which to store your personal possessions. From the flimsy to the indestructible, there are plenty to choose from. From small to humongous, there is a size just right for everyone. Sometimes, you can even get one with a few mental concepts preinstalled. I bet that if you asked, you can add-on almost any accessory that you ever needed and wanted in a case. From self propelling to automatic loading and unloading, you may find just the right customization for you.
There have been times when someone, through neglect, has actually lost their case during their travels. When purchasing a case make sure that you get the additional insurance that guarantees a safe return for all lost items. If you think that you are free of them, just wait a little while, there are bound to show up, and are usually well cared for during their absence. There is a saying: “For an empty case, they will come.” Indeed they do.
There is a little known secret in this universe. Hardly anyone knows about it and they certainly don’t advertise it. The little known fact is that cases are completely superfluous. There is absolutely no rhyme or reason for the necessity of a case, except one. It’s called the sales pitch. Most people buy into it, very few do not.
There used to be a saying that went something like this: “Come as you are, there’s no use in pretending to be something you are not.”
Underneath all those mental concepts, ideas and wild opinions, there lies something, completely naked and free. Perhaps the next time that you reach into your case for a change of clothes, you may stop, just for a moment, and say to yourself: “What am I doing?”.
[attachedNotes@ * This article was originally posted to the FreeZone America Forum : Open Discussion (449) using the identity ‘alice’.
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Subject: For An Empty Case, They Will Come
Date: Wednesday, August 08, 2001 — 07:08 am
FreeZone America Forum : Open Discussion : For An Empty Case, They Will Come
Wednesday, August 08, 2001 — 07:08 am
Thursday, August 09, 2001 — 06:10 am
Would there be any irony in Louis Vitton making e-meter bags?
Thursday, August 09, 2001 — 06:11 am
Do the ‘bags’ under my eyes count as carry-ons?
Friday, August 10, 2001 — 12:21 am
Hello Alice. I find your writing and expression skills superior and masterful in quality. The enhancement you bring to this site with your skill is indeed appreciated. Once again, I smile from here to there and beyond.
Friday, August 10, 2001 — 02:04 am
Beloved Alice…the songbird sings for you :)
Friday, August 10, 2001 — 07:33 am
Thank you VAST, your smile leads me ever onward…
shogun, the songbird sings from the sheer delight of hearing your music. Luckily, I’m around to hear it. :)
Friday, August 10, 2001 — 09:06 pm
Hey how do I join this Mutual Admiration Society!?
Saturday, August 11, 2001 — 01:53 am
*giggles @ Rudy* :)
Saturday, August 11, 2001 — 04:48 pm
How yuu douuin’…how am I douuin’? Fugidaboutit!
Saturday, August 11, 2001 — 06:25 pm
Now I know what happened to my case — I just have to look in Losts Founds. I knew I was carrying around too many GPMs.
Yours truly, Melody Gotrocks, nee Kragenschneider
Sunday, August 12, 2001 — 03:02 am
Dearest Alice, I wish to know more about you (how daring of me!….*giggles*) Ever audit with Filbert? Care to share a lil’ history? You intrigue me (no, none of that boy meets girl stuff…). I just like your space a lot :)
Monday, August 13, 2001 — 07:45 am
Hi shogun:, you made a grand entrance. clap! clap! clap! It’s too bad that with that entrance the “Open Discussion: I am going to FZAOLA!” thread took a nose dive into the depths of someone’s hell. Geez, I’m still recovering. :) I’m glad you’re here.
When Pathfinder was trying to determine your identity, he mentioned something about someone moving to the east coast. Yeah, well… that was me, so I knew that that wasn’t you. ;) Filbert was on my list of things to do on this planet; been there, done that. :) That guy is one funny dude, with a sense of humor that gets me laughing like mad. Pathfinder is right, isn’t not for everyone, but damn he’s funny!
I don’t have a history to give you because if I did, then I would have to live up to it. And that’s one thing that I just won’t take responsibility for! :) Well, okay. I could summarize my history as: I haven’t done anything, I don’t know anything, and I ain’t goin no where. :)
If you really like my space, here… you can have it. Space, the final frontier. Hey, let’s go explore some! — I think that you can appreciate the joke. ;)
Nice to have you around.
Monday, August 13, 2001 — 08:01 pm
baloney Alice, You have a history here and you are living up to it.
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 03:44 am
*just waggin’ my tail like mad*
I just KNEW you were “Filbertized”!…LMAO Funny, the space of those who have gone forth from that area, no? Humor? Oh my Gawd! The farmer jokes and such….right up my alley.
As for my grand entrance, I attempted something dignified and slick….but just wound up stumbling in with a loud crash, I suspect! TA DA ! I only know HIS (trumpet fanfare!…) auditing style and results. I wonder if he is really different from others…I suspect he is. Leave it to him to listen to my dribble about feeling sorry for myself, the woes of failed love (with a topless dancer, of course), the uncertainty of my music career and such…..then he pulls out his pictures and just looks at me. The one of the african child slumped over with the buzzard patiently waiting for his meal was bad enough….the one that finally got me laughing so hard that I had to lay down and hold my ribs for a few minutes was the one of the poor white trash on their front porch…the look on the man and woman’s faces….that was it. I guess you had to be there. Know what I like best about the man? He took me on, and he DELIVERED….completely and quickly (and way too cheaply). Is that too much to ask of folks? *scratching head* Perhaps one day I’ll do the same. :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 03:46 am
Ah…the “sales pitch”…dont much like the sales pitch. :/
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 03:52 am
…and anytime that you are feeling down or sorry for yourself or lonely, remember…
“the more you cry, the less you have to pee…” :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 05:03 am
A wise marine once said to me. Kid went the shit hits the fan….dont bother to look up, cause you aint gonna see the bullet com’in anyway.
That’s what I like about history.
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 11:47 am
correction: Kid when, not “went”.
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 03:58 pm
Pathfinder…good one! The are a number of good Marine quotes. Whenever I am comfronted with some big mass of significance or melodrama and I find myself engaging, I remember this one…”Son, are you sure this is the hill you want to die on?”. :)
Tuesday, August 14, 2001 — 04:36 pm
Shogun, You asked about E-mailing in one post.
Wednesday, August 15, 2001 — 03:15 pm
Dearest Alice, for an empty case they will come? I sure know that for a full case they will come (or even a full keg)…and they usually bring cute girls, too. Woohoo! :)
Friday, August 17, 2001 — 07:58 am
You guys have some great lines. Where can I steal me some?
Friday, August 17, 2001 — 06:56 pm
Saturday, August 18, 2001 — 02:09 am
*bowing to John Many thanks :) One I like is from Spike Lee’s “She’s Gotta Have It”… Baby, you’re so fine, I could drink a tubfull of your bathwater!”. *giggles
Saturday, August 18, 2001 — 11:33 am
You say what they want to hear.
I say: I hear what they want to say.
Saturday, August 18, 2001 — 11:48 am
Alice, (feeling devilish) I threw a stone in a pond (different thread) last nite. Thank you for your response.
I’m withdrawing now. Leaving behind body and mind (attachments included) and a comm line with bells and whistles attached I’ll be listening Pathfinder.
Sunday, August 19, 2001 — 07:07 am
Pathfinder, you can throw stones in my pond anytime — and not even say that it was you. Nice to have you around, and I know what you mean about withdrawing from here. Please go and come as you wish. :)
Sunday, August 19, 2001 — 07:20 pm
Alice, lots of + + +’s from you, thank you the withdrawing turned out to be a calling I put it into a poem today, I think it’s my first one this life Title: “Those high plane drifters” Stage:rough-cut now Here’s one for you, try it on, see how it fits and add on’s are welcome Welcome to the “Freeze Zone” some come to chill out
Monday, August 20, 2001 — 11:18 am
I was reading over the introduction to the “Last Ditch” (can be found on the homepage here) and I would like to thank you all, yes all. For lending a hand in lighting a fire under my ass (that was much needed by me) to get the last ditch to run for me.
Those high plane drifters they do it magically Those high plane drifters what jokers they can be
create create create
coming attraction: (maybe, destiny is being looked at) a short story (in a appreciation for your help) Title: A bowl of hot vegetable soup
Friday, August 24, 2001 — 09:40 am
Sometimes, a locomotive comes down our way and either you grab ahold of it, or it grabs ahold of you. I’d rather go willingly, but then again, where is the fun in that? :)
I can’t wait to see what destiny has in store for you. Perhaps more poetry? :)
Friday, August 24, 2001 — 11:16 pm
locomotive>I agree on willingness, I tried just watching it the first couple of times and saw nothing much.
Destiny > maybe > my definition of maybe > may — be > may, a pause, a possibility. > be > beingness.
(Reasoning) last night I looked at a post that has a LRH definition of maybe.
Alice > “I can’t wait” a question of balance? is time on my side.
One little win of mine with my auditing. My ability to go full circle has improved.
Saturday, August 25, 2001 — 01:37 am
Alice, Pathfinder…how about the decision to out-create the low-toned biz?
And though the rules of the road have been lodged It’s only people’s games that you got to dodge And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it.
While one who sings with his tongue on fire Gargles in the rat race choir Bent out of shape from society’s pliers Cares not to come up any higher But rather get you down in the hole that he’s in.
You lose yourself, you reappear You suddenly find you got nothing to fear Alone you stand with nobody near When a trembling distant voice, unclear Startles your sleeping ears to hear That somebody thinks They really found you
A question in your nerves is lit Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy Insure you not to quit To keep it in your mind and not forget That it is not he or she or them or it That you belong to.
For them that must obey authority That they do not respect in any degree Who despise their jobs, their destinies Speak jealously of them that are free Cultivate their flowers to be Nothing more than something They invest in.
excerpts from ‘It’s Alright, Ma, I’m Only Bleeding” by Bob Dylan (1965)
Saturday, August 25, 2001 — 01:46 pm
Pathfinder, you’re making me dizzy. :) Make sense will ya, you keep talking in circles. :)
Nice excerpt, Shogun. Your idea of out-creating won’t work for me. I find creation such a low toned activity. :)
Pathfinder, since you mentioned the Last Ditch, I took a look at it once again, among a few other things. It’s been quite a while since I’ve read anything out of that book, but I have to tell you, there is one hell of a lot humor, and insight that I can appreciate now, in there. After writing some of the things that I have, and reading what I have, I find that it is the same thing. I find that amusing, funny and quite odd, not to mention it brings me back to the first time I met Filbert. He asked me why I was there. I told him that there are very few people on this planet that are actually aware enough to communicate with. The auditing was secondary; the communication was my reason for being there.
It’s amazing what communication can do.
From that perspective, all of what I write takes shape and form. 98% entertainment is right on the money. That is, if you buy into that sort of stuff. :)
I love Life and I love the people who cross the path of my circular garden. I gave away my copy of Excalibur Revisted a while ago. I’m glad I did.
Thanks, I am in your debt.
Saturday, August 25, 2001 — 04:18 pm
Alice, very interesting and cool space of yours. One reason I really like Jeff is the com. :)
Sunday, August 26, 2001 — 12:25 am
Alice and Shogun, thank you for your input. I needed it to understand.
Alice, I apologize. I’ll work on my comm cycle.
Sunday, August 26, 2001 — 01:40 pm
Pathfinder, no regrets, no apologies, no promises. It is what it is. I’m glad to have had the opportunity to exchange a few words with you guys. I’m going to go out and study some voodoo now because I’ve got a large supply of pins that I need to get rid of. Let me know when you guys start to feel something, ok?
Monday, August 27, 2001 — 01:25 am
…um…er….MY, you look nice tonight, Alice… (gulp). :) /attachedNotes]