A Course For Kings

This is A Course In Miracles

I rule my mind, which I alone must rule. (ACIM 236)

I (you, we, us) have a kingdom I must rule. At times, it does not seem I am it’s king at all. It seems to triumph over me, and tell me what to think, and what to do and feel. And yet it has been given me to serve whatever purpose I perceive in it. My mind can only serve. Today I give its service to the true king to employ as He sees fit. I thus direct my mind, which I alone can rule. And thus I set it free to do the will of my master.

One might ask: Why would I want to rule my mind to give it away to a master? Is that not the same as not ruling my mind. Who is The Master? If we were to sit and boil down the world of thoughts we could say that everything comes down to Love and fear. The voice of The Master will always be the voice of Love – which is the voice of our true self, placed within our mind when we were created. It is the voice of Union rather than separation.

The Buddhist teachings refer to the Monkey Mind. The mind that jumps from one thing to another, never satisfied, undirected, always looking for the next thing. Each must decide for ones self, does he want to be a wandering generality with a monkey mind, or a meaningful specific with a mind directed toward freedom from the monkey mind.

Each is the ruler of his own kingdom within the mind. There are no outside forces acting on ones SELF. It is only our decision to react that seems to substantiate an “outside force”. We all have the choice of slavery to the monkey mind and fear or freedom to direct our mind to be in alignment with Union and Love. Let us today retrain our minds to naturally flow with Peace and Love.

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Focal Point -Focus Like A Laser Beam!

“Everything that happens once can never happen again. But everything that happens twice will surely happen a third time.”

–Paulo Coelho The Alchemist

 

Practice does not make perfect, perfect practice makes perfect. However I like to focus on progress and not perfection. How do we make progress in the art of concentration and learn to focus like a laser beam. I’ve been fortunate enough to learn from many masters the different techniques to bring the monkey mind under control. What is the monkey mind? The monkey mind is what most of us deal with on a daily basis. We find thoughts arising that have no beneficial outcome and in many cases are detrimental. Any person that is honest with themselves in taking a look at the thoughts arising will agree that many are not going to bring about enlightening creations into the world. With this in mind what are some techniques one might practice

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Breathing. Now most if not all have encountered a guru instructing the student to come into the now or the Yoga instructor directing the viewer to breathe. The reason this is cliché is because it is one of the most effective methods for learning to focus like a laser beam. A common method is to count to 5 while breathing in through the nose. Hold the breath for a count of 5 and then breath out for the same count. The beneficial results of learning how to do this are so numerous I don’t know where to begin – so I won’t – give it a try or not. I believe with practice you will enjoy some great benefits.

Tis better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles on the field. No one can take it from you, not angels nor demons, not heaven or hell.     -Da Buddha

 

If you happen to give this a try, notice how the mind wanders. I need to do the laundry. I think I have to pee. I have to remember to put the garbage out. I cannot believe that car alarm is still going off. I wonder if I left the dog in the dryer. You will see how difficult it is to direct your mind only to breathing.  We need to think about what we are thinking about, and if it’s not beneficial than we should learn how to redirect our mind. Existential detectives and redirectors. If we are not in control of our thoughts then this is a serious problem. Stress, envy, jealousy, health problems and depression stem from the inability to focus on what brings peace, love and joy. Thought alone is the source of all sadness, depression and also happiness and peace. This is heaven or hell- you get to decide. The world is completly neutral.

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The quality of your life is truly derived from the thoughts you think, change your thoughts, change your life. And so changing your thoughts- just like rebooting a computer is a concious decison that requires one to focus like a laser beam. Who is the instrument, the music and whom is playing it?  

To reiterate, consider taking 15 minutes first thing in the morning and the last thing at night to focus on your breathing. This helps train the mind. A undisciplined mind can accomplish nothing. A disciplined mind can accomplish anything.

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A Painting I just finished on wood panel. Lets call it “Pain in the neck”

 

Nirvana or Haites

This world is both Heaven and Hell and neither and everything in between.

Why? How can it be both?

Listen closely.

 Nothing you see means anything! 

How is this so?

Everything is neutral. Body’s, oceans, Mountians – everything. The only meaning anything has is what you give it. Because you have given everything you see all the meaning that it has for you, you can withdraw it also.

Do Not seek to change the world, but change your thoughts about the world, and all the world changes with it!

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P.I.P.O    – Peace In Peace Out

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Walking In The Air

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So you want peace but do not believe you have it. It is not felt or experienced constantly or at all. What is keeping it from you but you. Seek we must for this is why all of the separated ones came. The “me” is constantly seeking, but who determines what it is you seek. The world cannot dictate what it is you seek. The seeker is the sought that cannot be seen. What is seeing cannot be seen, what is hearing cannot be heard. What you seek is is before the seeking. It is before the separation. imagesWhat is the separation? It is that moment when a bubble was squeezed out of oneness and the “me” was fabricated. The subject/object split was born, the world of duality, of opposing forces.

Ok, so enough about that. No matter how many times one slices a quarter it will still have two sides. How is the quarter melted back into nothing. How if one decided to could he bring about his own collapse. I wonder back in George Washington’s day if asked to identify himself he pulled out a quarter? How do you identify yourself? Every decision you make will stem from what you think you are. Think that you are a body doomed to eventual destruction and an ego led life will follow. There are plenty of witnesses to this trend, just look around. It seems that we only ask “what can I dangle on my body to attract other bodies, what object can I get to make the body comfortable, what skill can I learn to ensure its safety and future security. What sense can I enjoy before my “time” comes, I must hurry before it’s to late. The identification with a body brings all sorts of issues along with it. Sickness is feared, not getting what it wants, getting what it wants, the idea of possession brings with it the possibility of loss. If it can get then it can lose.IMG_0686

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How could time come to circumvent eternity? This is a nice pretty little sentimental statement, but does it mean anything to you. Do you believe it? Lets just fake it till you make it. If you actually did believe this without a doubt what would life look like. There is no hurry to do anything any longer. In fact, there is nothing to do or that can be done. Think about it, “eternity” no beginning and no end – no time. You just popped into this bubble for a little while to travel on at some point. Oh, I know, this is madness to the “me”. Those who have an investment cannot be a reliable witness to life and the “me” is heavily invested in it’s over learning of a insane world. It takes “me” very seriously, it thinks the “me” can change the ever present One Life to fit it’s goals. The One Life hides in plain sight from the seeker because of it’s seeking. the act of seeking IS what hides it.images

The collapse of the seeker may become possible when it is seen that there never was anything to seek or a seeker to do it. The dualistic quarter melts back into the nothing from which it came. This is death before death. To die before you die and realize there was no death, nothing to fear, nothing to gain, nothing to do but realize this. Once realized, suddenly you can go anywhere and do anything.

Walking in the air,
Floating in the sky…
Floating in the air…
We’re walking in the air
We’re floating in the moonlit sky
The people far below are sleeping as we fly
We’re holding very tight
I’m riding in the midnight blue
I’m finding I can fly so high above with you
Far across the world
The villages go by like dreams
The rivers and the hills
The forests and the streams
Children gaze open mouthed taken by surprise
Nobody down below believes their eyes
We’re surfing in the air
We’re swimming in the frozen sky
We’re drifting over icy mountains floating by
Suddenly swooping low on an ocean deep
Rising up a mighty monster from its sleep
We’re walking in the air
We’re dancing in the midnight sky
And everyone who sees us greets us as we fly

Freedom, Love and Forgiveness

Just do it, there’s nothing to it. The most natural thing in the Omniverse cannot be complicated.

Definition of terms:

Freedom: the absence  of concepts. Concepts or mental constructs in which we see the world. Paradigms or veils that filter reality. The lack of mental modification. The end of suffering.

Love: that which flows from within when there is a lack of mental constructs. The all encompassing. The natural essence of all life.

Forgiveness: that which gives be-fore. A decision made before an event apparently takes place. A state of mind. An awareness of All and Always in all ways, which leads to peace.

Lay down the troubled mind. Love is still Lord of All. Turn the world around, for it is backward and upside down.

Use the mind to overcome the mind. The mind is time. Time can be wasted as well as waste. As long as the mind believes in time, use it to reach a goal as high as learning can achieve. Freedom, Love and Forgiveness.

Do not seek to change the world. Seek to change your mind about the world and All the world changes with it. Hold the thought of freedom, love and forgiveness. The mind becomes what it holds within it.There are no individual personal problems. If one is willing to look at his problems he will see that he has none. What is trying to solve the problem, is the problem. The problem solver is actually the problem maker.

If I come to you and say “I have a problem”, you might ask “what is it”. At that point I must manifest a problem, that is, go into my mind and formulate a problem. Otherwise I have none.This is the prime goal of the ego. To keep you embedded in problem solving. The oldest trick in the proverbial book, look, look over here, but don’t look and find you are free.

On the other side of the coin. There will always be events and circumstances that one will attend to. Not making them into a problem is the trick. Once it is understood that life seems to be one damn thing after another, and that the “to do” list never gets shorter one may take pleasure in the events in whatever form they come in.


I wrote myself a little song I’ll share with myself.

Time, it’s all in my mind

Unwind, look and you’ll find

See, eternity

Friend, be like the wind

And fly, don’t ask why

The Little Schism of Evol Notion

The Little Schism of Evol Notion –  by Alex Williams
A Thought left it’s source in ancient past so long ago that the light it traveled in began it’s journey before the earth was formed. “I must hide before I am discovered for surely I have done a dastardly deed in leaving”, echoed off of nothing. Rocketing through the atmosphere piercing the membrane veil of the placenta and into darkness. A journey into darkness and fear, a detour for sure. What this thought hoped to find it brought with him here into this dimension. His name was Evol Notion.

Thus time was born. From the curiosity of what it might be to be alone and separate, a little privacy please. I need some space between cause and effect. I can create my own Nirvana and I Will. Better than the one before with my own rules and laws. Evol was a rebel of the first degree, not known before. My own Universe of my own making and I shall be it’s ruler and it shall do my bidding. It all awaited my vision of what could be in my private, alone and separate bubble of a realm.

First order of business would be to create my laws. For each and every thing there would be an opposite and all shades in-between. Multiplicity and fractionalization would rule. Four dimensions it would be, the here, the there, the in-between and time. Divide and conquer, attack and defend, love and hate, pleasure and pain and even life and death. I would people my realm with subjects able to build a concept of themselves out of thin air. This world would be built on the idea of a individual personality with a private mind. A sort of software package that each could lay upon a ever changing and shifting manifestation of matter.

Layers, I need to create layers, they are a good place to hide. Spirals and labyrinths will cover my tracks. I’ll call this the spiral galaxy and hide within a sort of fibonacci sequence. I would create mountains and boundary’s of time. Certainly I cannot be discovered in a maze of ignorance. Like the veil of the atmosphere this will be a bubble never to be completely seen in or out of.

Millenia after millennia past by and I could see that my creation was good. The kingdom of my mind was in full swing. Eons came and went, the tribes grew in knowledge and invention, roamed the surface of their making like little ants, I the ant-thropologist. But time wounds all heals and as it passed increasing viciousness dominated the plains, battles over territory and the imagined mind created objects were fought over. A breed of dominant peoples began to spread on the land like a cancer, destroying everything in it’s path. The fate of my hiding place was in question and I was growing bored with watching this vulgarity playing out. I began to long for my homeland and thus my planning of departure was necessarily undertaken. Should and could I return for certainly they were infuriated with me leaving. All of this I considered and determined to go and find the wormhole home.

I discovered that one believes he is part of his surroundings and so it was for me at this late date. I had made a sort of prison for myself, chained to the things I had created for I believed that they had value. This body I seemed to be stuffed down into was limited. My hope of creating my own Universe was turning to bitter ashes of despair. Slowly, I came to see that this world of my own creation held nothing that I wanted after all. My joy could not be found in the manifestation of matter nor in my design of individual-ness. It was just my imagination running away with me. I was looking for love in all the wrong places.

My mind turned to the escape from my chains and prison cell. The light beams that I had traveled in seemed only to go in one direction since my invention of time. The plans that I had designed to build my labyrinth when I arrived were misplaced and forgotten. Through all of this mishap I heard the distant melody of a voice of my history begin to beckon my return, which further promulgated my frantic search for the re-cognition of the way. Pieces and fragments of this jigsaw puzzle would rush by in a daze when I was not expecting them. Like a mad scientist I worked in my laboratory scribbling, pouring and planning my escape. Black holes, worm holes, nebulas and quasars, the fabric of this time must be bent. It seems that I would need a rocket with many fuel cells to break these chains and blow out the sides of the prison wall. If I had created this construct surely I could create ONE that pierced this veil of nothingness of my making.

One morning I awoke distraught for I realized that the struggle was of no use. The fire that I had started knew not of the spark that created it. I simply gave up. Looking out on the world I had created, things seemed to have evolved to a brighter wavelength on my channel. Some of the layers of the veil must have peeled off in the storm of the frantic searching in the lab. In my acceptance of the impossibility of leaving this plane I decided to take my own curriculum, the course I had set up for the inhabitants. Duality is a mother contrasted with my homeland of single Peace.

It turned out that the villagers were not exactly understanding the curriculum I had set up and a teacher was born. To have peace, teach peace to learn it, I pontificated to any that would listen. Questions such as, If you could go back what would you do differently or where do you see yourself in five years, they continually asked of me. It seemed the rules I had set up were blinding the peoples. Too many sense perceptions, too much thought, were actually blinding them, I decided. There is nothing so blinding as perception. Since they were my own creations I knew they were capable of seeing as I could, not with the body’s eyes but with the minds.

The peoples had this idea of peace sentimentally but would much rather battle over just about anything. Separate, divide and conquer was a war without end and I was doomed to watch it all for many eons. This world of duality, equal and opposite, has serious drawbacks, I thought. The idea that peace was the final goal was humorous as well, for peace was only the beginning, I lectured them.

I arrived at the conclusion that I could not leave until all of us could leave and all could not leave until we became One. To have, give all to all. This was funny to me for we were all always one. However, the realization would have to be born in the minds of the people. The dawning on the minds was my departure date.

If everybody’s wrong then no-one is right. And that certainly seemed like the case in my world. Since my world was made of ideas or mental constructs then we needed to build a construct such as a ladder to climb out of this double helix, each needed to go to the place of the skull and undergo his own crucifixion, dark night of the soul and resurrection, be dead and buried, light up all of His chakras, undergo a kundalini awakening and so forth and so on. It dawned on me that when this had taken place there would be no reason to leave and nowhere to go. A little heaven right here on earth.

If you are at a parade and get bored, you can fast forward it by walking in the opposite direction. I needed to speed up this parade. Full reverse I ordered, we must go in reverse, for this world is inside out and backward. My days began to be filled with the notion of how I was to lead the peoples up to this reverse wormhole and get them to jump in. To the Who-mans comfort was the guiding rule, lets all make our body’s comfortable until they get old, get sick and get die. If it wasn’t fighting over a scrap or arguing about who was going to do the dishes, it was “one day, this will all pay off”. And there was plenty of decoration going on. Let me see if I can attract another body with these shiny things I wear, but first, color my hair, enlarge my breast, buy a suit or high heels and bon-do my face. A sickened wall of flesh does need a lot of lipstick.

Within the construct of this popular topic of free will lay hidden the boundary’s. I mean I set it up so they would run from pain and toward pleasure, how free is that. They were only allowed this little slice of a corridor to roam in. Freedom is just another word for nothing left but booze. Therein lay my answer.

Suffering, there was no other way. The thing feared most would drive them to the wormhole. Wait, that was only part of it. Pleasure that was it, look over here, I would direct them. Look into this magnificent pool of crystal clear water, yes, look at your own beautiful reflection, thats right, lean over…… I just had to build that pool with a little downslope so they could fall gently over.

One day all of the babies prevented by the pill showed up. They were mad! I asked them this question; if you were traveling in a car at the speed of light and you turned on the headlights would anything happen. They gathered around in a huddle to discuss it then retorted, “only if it was on Labor Day”. Now these kids would not be in need of the wormhole mentioned. The understanding that the Cosmos IS in the mind was obvious, for babies always seek to join with what they see rather than keeping it apart from them. This is the difference between vision and sight. The idea of sight typically thought of as photons hitting the retina is reversed, vision goes out and envelopes everything.

What was all this about? Was I to free my peoples? If I was to free them then I would have to pre-suppose that they were -not free. This was my own rule of opposites. In truth they were not imprisoned but by their own choosing. Those who seek the light are merely covering their eyes, the light has always been in them. Oz never did give nothin to the Tin Man, that he didn’t already have. No one need look for Loveville if thats the city he walks in. The only way one knows that he has something, is to give it away. Yes, the only thing we can keep in this life is what we give away. But no one was giving anything for free.

The question “What was all of this about” was the issue. The wormhole must lie not in more answers but less questions. No one but looks for the meaning of life but the experience of being alive. Everyone wants to change the world but no one thinks of changing himself. Seek not to change the world but to change my mind about the world and all of the world changes with it. It was never about leaving this place for where would I go. It was never about looking for the perfect conditions elsewhere but transforming the existing conditions into the destination. If life is a journey then this must be the destination. Build a vehicle called “Evol” and ride in that for a while. Is that short for evolution or love spelled backward. Could be one in the same.

End of part One