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Mar. 24, 2006 What is an avatoot? Well, an avatoot is something like an avadoot which is also called an avadhoot or an avadhut. I sometimes call myself avatoot because part of my leela nature is making up new and sometimes silly names for things. Leela is a harmless play and in my less leela moments I argue fairly cogently that it is better to be silly and harmless than harmful and serious. Now if you honestly want to know what a real avadhut is, read this article which says, in part, "The Avadhut may be compared to immeasurable space. He is eternity. In him is neither purity nor impurity. There is no variety nor unity in him; no bondage nor absence of bondage." Arguments over what is correct to think and do consumes a lot of our time and energy when we debate or we just hang up the phone or slam the door in retreat from the debate. Either way a rude conflict has kept us preoccupied. Meanwhile, the Earth keeps on turning, the stars keep on shining, the gardens keep on growing, the bees keep on buzzing and the splendiferous universe goes on and on being a joy and a wonder to experience. I noticed this early in my life, and I was hooked! Long before I went to school I was absorbed in nature study and science. Bright colorful things excited me- shiny metallic wasps, green grasshoppers, silver and orange gulf fritillary butterflies and so many other kinds of winged insects, and of course I noticed flowers and fragrances. Flickering fires, flames of lamps and radiant electric heaters attracted my rapt attention. Scudding clouds and clattering spattering bursts of rain or hail excited me to express rapturous elation and ecstatic body movements. Games of conflict and contest baffled me or bored me. Very early on, when I was barely four years old, a seemingly insolvable mystery was posed to me by my father. On a Sunday morning, when I panicked over taking a shower, the man became so angry that he really did scare me half to death and I lost some of my marbles. It took me decades to find them all and put them back in my marble pouch. About that time I realized that there is something really wrong in human males. This youthful generalization was soon reinforced by numerous boys in my home neighborhood and at school who found fault with my odd appearance and my odd ways. I grew more and more intimidated. I was simply living in a society of cultured intimidators. I grew up in the USA at a time when nature didn't matter much to either children or adults- the World War Two years and the years of the Korean War. As a young man, I was expected to be interested in modern history and to participate in verbal repartee and physical conflicts. Instead, I was offside observing the garden world at home and the other children at school and taking in the immense panorama of existence beyond conversations, ball games, follow-the-leader games, and fenced schoolyards. Mine wasn't a soaring imagination. I was an observer. I wasn't a rebel. I didn't challenge others or refuse to do as I was asked, except when I needed more stimulation. I endured seemingly endless years of school. Then later as a young man I had a sedentary job that almost drove me crazy. At school, at least, we could run and play every fifty minutes. I really came alive at the university where I excelled in undergraduate math and science. The problem was that in graduate school the theater of operations contracted to a pinhead and an avatoot's theater is the whole universe. At the time no one told me I was an avatoot, but after awhile I just couldn't hide myself any longer. Now, some forty years later, I toot poop on my horn and I say that nature's natural resources are being consumed and wasted by a more and more gluttonous humanity. The lesson of being happy and thrifty and living in peace and harmony has become a required study for children in every nation. Furthermore, since human brain integration and related playfulness and helpful intelligence feels so good, more and more smart people will learn about the new culture of joy, thrift, and providence. As a boy I had things to say, but often I was expected to focus on what the other person said. The other person was usually a man (or a woman trying to think, feel, and act like a man) giving orders that I had to obey. In truth my willingness to pay attention and obey made me a good student and then a good intuitive school teacher who listened to a student's complaint and thereby was often able to help the student. Loss of my teaching career in 1968 threw me into a deep ditch. To continue living I had to re-activate my "child spirit" as I called it then. That was my avatoot poop toot nature. For years, I spent a lot of time just being out in the sunny garden sensing all the brightness and the busyness all around and within the thriving greenery. I savored the natural fragrances and the natural symphonies, the feel of green grass under my bare feet, and the feel of cool stones. I was a touchy-feely person, and my brain kept reaching out with long fingers to tweak, poke, stroke, and pinch everything so that I could know more about it. This is what I was often doing- surveying the environment, engrossed in direct sensation that wasn't just talking or listening to talk. Studying and avatooting were my devotions. I was odd. I was a miner's canary provoking self-righteous boys to attack me so I could better understand the chronic human dis-ease. Now I work to understand and master the human weakness. This mastery enables me to help create the new ecomodel culture. My life would be a joke except for the fact that the human "ecological footprint" is now a scientifically determined parameter, and the environmental crisis isn't just a puerile fantasy of nerdy sissy poet-boys. As an intelligent modern critic of all things fantastic and incredible and many of them too good to be true, you need to Google this term in quotes and study this subject of "ecological footprint" and be aware that the mostly latent human joy can be magnified a thousand fold or more to create genuine paradises on Earth. The avatoots already do this on a small scale. I am just one avatoot out of many. The joy in me is to share, and I'm perfectly content being in a sunny landscape humming with life as I keep busy with all the other workers who are happy being with me. We work together without shirking and without hurrying, and everyone is free to take their time and rest occasionally. Commitment to this life of ecomodel anti-slavery makes everyone happy and responsible so that the avatoot in everyone buddhs and breaks into bloom. Avatoot waste including poop is recycled and this recycling makes the gardens more fertile over the years as more avatoot poop poopers are born. Soon enough the avatoot poop poopers will turn more and more parts of the Earth into paradises by being judicious recyclers of everyone's poop. Now for a brief flashback: In 1961 I took a class in Plant Physiology from Professor Wally Muller, and Dr. Muller spent two days at the end of the semester teaching us innocents about recycling of human wastes. After giving us many details, Dr. Muller said that people just have not been seriously interested in the idea of recycling human wastes. Since that time the realities of human calamity have become clear to hundreds of millions of people, but the happy end of the human calamity isn't yet being promoted widely enough. For more information, here's what avathoot Bapuji says, "Enlightenment in a person transforms the personality. His behavior is unique in a sense of total integrity in speech, action and mind. His is an integrated personality." and Bapuji also says, "How many saints exist and where they belong, is not my concern. I have never made any attempt to find out this. A true saint, an enlightened one is beyond divisions of race, caste and creed, gender and religion. A true saint has no interest in such divisions of the country. The entire world he/she considers to be one." Yes, we are all one and there is so much joy available in children that especially happy children ought not be forced to grow up under the knuckles and chains of stiff and stern disciplinary peer-slaves and their slave-masters. There is so much natural joy in children that children will respond to natural happiness in older children and their teachers. In this way, the joy culture will lead humanity forward. Through the avathoots' joys the cultures of savage hate, rage, and lust can be pacified, satisfied, beatified and happily terminated. Modern scientific studies of the human "ecological footprint" provide evidence that there is a genuine need for sociocultural transformation. Modern men and women need to give up the old culture and become immersed in the culture of providence. As for where this new culture is going to start, well, that's just a poop toot crap shoot. ------------ About the author: John L. Waters is an amateur psychologist and independent researcher on self-healing, integration, and problem-solving. John has created art, music and songs, prose and poetry, and helped people solve a difficult problem. For more information, read: John's letters of recommendation: http://members.tripod.com/johnlwaters/recommendations about John's self-healing and integration: http://members.tripod.com/johnlwaters/index.html about John's independent research: http://www.humboldt.edu/~jlw47/index.html about John's seeking an agent or a publisher: http://www.writers.net/writers/39295 Email: blueguntwo@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com. Please link to this article rather than copying and pasting it onto your site (which would be unauthorized and illegal). |
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