This is from Jack Kerouac's book big sur:
"Can it be that Ron and all these other guys, Dave and Mclear or somebody, the other guys earlier are all a big bunch of witches out to make me go mad?" I seriously consider this--Remembering that childhood revery I always had. which I used to ponder seriously as I walked home from St. Joseph's Parochial school or sat in the parlor of my home, that everynody in the world is making fun of money me and I don't know it because every time I turn around to see who's behind me they snap back into place with regular expressions, but soon's I look away again they dart up to the nape of my neck and all whisper there giggling and plotting evil, silently, you can't hear them, and when I turn quickly to catch them they've already snapped back perfectly in place and are saying "Now the proper way to cook eggs is" or they're singing Chet Baker songs looking the other way or they're saying "Did I ever tell you about Jim that time?---But my childhood revery also included the fact that everybody in the world was making fun of me because they were all members of an eternal secret society or heaven society that knew the secret of the world and were seriously fooling me so I'd wake up and see the light (i.e. become enlightened in fact)---So that I, "Ti Jean," was the LAST Ti Jean left in the world, the last poor holy fool, those people at my neck were the devils of the eath among whom God had cast me, an angel baby, as though I was the last Jesus in fact! and all these people were waiting for me to realize it and wake up and catch them peeking and we'd all wake up in heaven suddenly--but animals weren't doing that behind my back, my cats were always adornments licking their paws sadly, and Jesus, he was a sad witness to this, somewhat like the animals---He wasn't peeking down my neck--there lies the root of my belief in Jesus--so that actually the only reality in the world was Jesus and the lambs (the animals) and my brother Gerard who had instructed me---meanwhile some of the peekers were kindly and sad, like my father, but had to go along with everybody else in the same boat---but my waking up would take place and then everything would vanish except for heaven, which is God---and that was why later in life after these rather strange you must admit childhood reveries, after I had that fainting vision of the Golden Eternity and others before and after it including Samadhis during buddhist mediations in the woods, I conceived of myself as a special solitary angel sent down as a messenger from heaven to tell everybody or show everybody by example that their peeking society was really the satanic society and they were all on the wrong track. With all this in my background, now at the point of adulthood disaster of the soul, through excessive drinking, all this was easily converted into a fantasy that everybody in the world was witching me to madness: and i must have believed it subconsciously because as I say as soon as Ron Blake left I was well again and in fact content. In fact very contented--I rose that following morning with more joy and health and purpose than ever, and there was me old Big Sur Valley all mine again, here came good old Alf and I gave him food and patted his big rough neck with its various cocotte's manes, there was the mountain of Mien Mo in the distance just a dismal old hill with funny bushes around the hill and a peaceful farm on top, and nothing to do all day but amuse myself undisturbed by witches and booze---and I'm singing ditties again "My soul ain't snow, wouldn't you know, the color of my soul, is interpole" and such silly stuff---and I yell "If arthur Ma is a witch he sure is a funny witch! har har!"
This is simply called taking back your projections in buddhism. No need to get all philosophical about it. The spiritual path is a lonely trip, but it has its rewards, especially if it is a necessity.
-------------------- my vocabulary did this to me
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