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”

 

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

Reverse Freudian Slip with a Half Wit

I meant half twist…….

Did Jesus suffer on the cross? No no..remember, he looked down and said “Peter come up here”. Peter said “how?”. Jesus said “get a ladder”.  Peter timidly climbed up most of the way. Jesus said “come on all the way” then he nodded to off in the distance and said “look, I can see your a mouse from up here. I mean I can see your house from up here”.

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Yes, I Am….a halfwit. I mean as long as we’re playing these personality parts we all are. If the point of evolution is to evolve…. to whole wit, then let’s be about it. Or not… Let’s just have fun!

When on your way to meet people I invite you to meet them first in your mind. In this semi- imaginary meeting wish them success, Love and Joy. Speak to them all well wishing thoughts and send a little laser beam of peace from your mind to theirs. Careful now with the laser, don’t want to blind them (Saul). Then do a little jig right in front of them. Anything goes in the theatre of the mind. While your at it use that laser to look into the wallet or purse, see what they have hidden in there.

I find that this technique helps prevent any outburst toward these people one is about to converse with. Such as “freakin bore” or “do you ever stink about anyone but your miserable self”. How much longer will you and I have to endure the mass of hateful humans just wallering in puddles of their own selfish piss.

I stated all of that to come to this. This world, this place is a case of mistaken identity. At the very least one might ask “is there another way of looking at the world”. There are an infinite number of ways of looking at the world. Here comes one now.

 Everyone that came here did so to experience autonomous individuality personally. One might point to the idea of an Avatar. This is all fine. That is until the game gets boring and dull -or sharp and painfull. If it’s neither one for you then shoo, go have fun.

So what about it? There are techniques available that do not include: addiction to a substance, addiction to another avatar, money, food, substance, gambling or sex. Which all will eventually further the pain. Well maybe not sex.

What are one of these techniques? Everything that you see is completely in your mind. In fact, you could not possibly see it if it was not. Therefore see everything that appears to be outside of you as completely perfect. Yes, starvation murder, as well as sunsets. Remember this entire thing is a simulation and you are the avatar. We just have to come to the realization of this. By seeing everything as perfectly orchestrated one can come to see himself the same. As within, so without!  Takes practice.

Second idea outlined at the top of this article is one of attack. Where I mentioned meeting people. If we look at what happens when this occurs well See that it’s merely a meeting of false faces. This is the avatar I’m playing in this Sim and what part are you playing. So what about it? Instead of saying “oh, what a bore you are” remind your false self as well as the person in front of you of what a fantastic play this all is. The Omniverse wills all earthlings peace. If you are against another then you are against the All and Always. The idea that we have all popped into this timeframe together in the here and now. It’s a true miracle -when realized.

What was your face before you were born? Look at everything from the source and before the avatar that you are. Don’t just play the part in thinking that’s all you are. It’s really just a movie and you are the screen AND the projector.

 If one wants to be organic about it we can look at it this way. The double helix of the DNA in ones body emits a electrical signal. This signal is projecting all of this before him. We have peopled the entire world with the movie of the past. Within the DNA is all that we call ” intelligence” in this world, which has nothing to do with true knowledge. It’s merely a carry forward of past learning projected in the memory of our genetic code. In effect were merely reliving an ancient past over and over.

To undo all of the concepts we have about the world and the way things should be. Let each thought come to your awareness and then look at it. Why do I believe this. Of what purpose does it serve.

I was watching a mother and a child interact recently. The child wanted to get out of the car and play in a field. The mother did not want this to occur for the reason that the child did not have his coat. The child said “but mom, I just want to be happy, I don’t want to be sad”.  

That’s IT. That should be our last thought ” I just want to be happy”. If man all of the sudden found himself in the Garden of Eden he would fowl it up by the end of the day. However if he corrected his thinking he would find himself there. Desire – that’s a problem or TAP.

Look for the concepts that do not serve happiness and let them go. Struggle is completely overrated!

Oh, I meant to ask you; what has been the peak experience of your life. Have you ever felt like the world couldn’t touch you. So high that nothing could disturb you in that moment. Relive that moment over and over in the now.

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These two images are equal, nuteral and the same.

What is the only possible factor that could make them different?

Therefore: Seek not to change your world but to change your mind about it and the world changes with it.

When out on the trails, observance of “signs” becomes part of the walk. By the droppings or scat that falls out of the entrails of animals or different paw prints and scrapings/rubbings one can, allow an area to inform him. I walk a lot of trails. At times there are fellow travelers including parents and offspring. Among the chatter I hear frequently from both partiesthings like; where are we going next or what are we going to do when…..and we should have done that yesterday, the adults then attempt to answer in various ways. Indeed I have been involved in such retorts myself over the years. 

We all want to know what’s next, how does the story end. As I was growing up and watching or reading all of the tales, frequently the ending was ” and they lived happily ever after. Immediately I would ask, what happened next, what does that mean -happily……I wanted to know what was next then as well as today. I listen closely in the cities as well, I hear a rapid fire of opinions. A constant bombardment of thoughts, always in association with that individual consciousness. It’s always an opinion about a person, place or thing and often negative. Again it’s what’s next or shoulda-woulda- coulda.Even when completely out of breath on the trail, this in no way curtails him from launching hand grenades of opinions about things apparently outside of him. Sometimes I watch and wonder if they noticed anything while on the trail.  

One must look very closely for the now in order to see or notice it with the minds eye. We might say it takes a lot of practice to enter the now. 

Most of us live in some other time than now, believe we are in association with objects in the world; And have thoughts and opinions about them. 

I notice that there are no nuteral thoughts. They always appear to take one side or the other. Most people seem to be very enamored and confident in thier thoughts and enjoy verbalizing them. We find comfort, safety and familiarity in our mental positions. I once heard that we have 60,000 conscious thoughts each day. However they are the same 60,000 thoughts each day. 

A thought never leaves its source

It seems that we live in a bubble of only our own thoughts about things. These thoughts do not mean anything. Why? Because I have given everything I see, hear and think all the meaning it has for me. Our minds are filled only with our un-nuteral thoughts about things. They have nothing to do with reality. We are only a big bag of thoughts most often in association with the past or future and objects outside of us.

These thoughts are all the same- totally meaningless in the larger context. Where do they come from? They seem to arise from nowhere, just like the Big Bang boom. I hear and use the word “consciousness”, but what is it.

In sitting in meditation these thoughts just come out of nothing. Watch that nano-second before the thought, look there. 

This so called prized consciousness of the Eartling is insidious. A body appears to be born into a world, is given a name and starts collecting mental positions  or ” thought forms” as if constructing a entity from scratch.  Then once complete, reaching maturity, it then defends these positions. ” It” appears to only represent a tiny fragment of the whole.  

How might you define “whole mind”? Could, might it entail a mind which is totally abstract or free, with no mental constructs or positions to defend? This mind would be free to think abstractly and unlimited would it not. There is no good or bad, wright or wrong, pleasure or pain, just abstract mind.

If a stream babbles in the Forest does it make a sound? No just vibrations that must be picked up with a hearing component. If no mechanism is present – no sound. Some body must must be present to pick it up, then that body sends that signal to the brain; then does the brain label it a previously identified sound of a stream, or brook or river etc. it is re-cognized.

This free mind we spoke of; it would be like a child hearing it for the first time. It doesn’t tell it what it is, it ask it what it is. It has no re-cognition.

Jesus: Know you not Nicodemus, you must be born again.

Nicodemus: How can I crawl back into my Mothers womb?

Jesus: What is born of water is water, what is born of Spirit is Spirit.

What is born in flesh is brain, what is born in spirit is abstract Mind.

Free the Spirit/mind by letting go of mental positions and constructs. All of them. One illusion is all illusions. Total abstraction. By not defining anything it is free to be what it is. In Nirvana or Heaven there are no beliefs or mental constructs. Choice is conflict. In Nirvana there is nothing to decide between and no comparisons. All comparisons are laid down beside the truth.

Forget this world, everything you think you know and come with Holy empty arms into God.

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It’s better to conquer yourself than to win a thousand battles. Then the victory is yours, no one can take it from you, not by Angels nor by Demons, Heaven nor Hell. – Buddha  

Q: what in the hell does that mean?

A: This battle may be referred to as the battle of self concept verses Self. We have all built a concept of ourselves. it’s as if we were out in space and fabricated a self out of nothing and nothing can be made from nothing. its as if we designed a small holographic software package called “me” on our laptop and then plugged it into a world. This must be realized in order that the true Self may be known. This has been stated in many Spiritual text as parting the veil, Kundalini awakening, Crown Chokra opening, Enlightenment, Self – Realization and many more. These terms have been muddied over time and all but lost thier meaning. Truth remains as always changeless

Q: So how do we get back home?

  
 A: Good question. I laid on a beautiful Island the other day. I was in Oregon at a beautiful stream running through the coastal mountains. The water was whispering, the trees reflecting off the water, big deep pools among the soft Rapids. I noticed a little island in the stream. It was made of little smooth stones from the stream and the Sun was shining and heating them. I thought I’ll just lay on them and give myself a hot rock massage and talk with Jesus for a while. I proceeded to give a full dissertation on all of the reasons I was worthy and ready to come home. It’s ok here but I’m ready. I’ve been a good good boy, lately at least. just look at my score on the Video Game. Look at those points I racked up. Just beam me on up there and we can hang together, listen to some music, go swimming- I painted a wonderful picture. No response, but I could tell he was smiling. On I went about how I had done everything a Earthling could do here, just beam me on up. No response. Well at least talk to me, I said. Finally he spoke up barely able to hold back his laughter. He said, I can’t beam you up to a place you already are! I thought, Oh man not that again, I was really making progress, just keep that to yourself (just kidding). I asked, you mean I’m on the wrong road? It’s worse than that he replied, there are no roads. But as long as you think there are, turn around and go the other way. Oh, I’ve been going the wrong way, but this is a one way street, I said. He told me to go one block over and head the other way. There was some good news He informed me, one block over was a stream and all I had to do was put my raft in the water and float on back.    

Q: float on back huh? What about the Rapids on the river or the Snakes or Crocadiles? What will we eat or wear. Can I take my Cell Phone?

A: Well I’ve been eating the Crocks and the Snakes and this is a neked raft trip. Once you totally accept the idea of returning, all obstacles will be removed and your path will be made straight. Another thing is that the current always goes toward home on this River. I’ve seen many bodies struggling and paddling upstream against the current. They sure look worn out and tired. I just sat here under The Bodie tree for a minute, it’s time to go. Come on, the waters warm, it’s always Summertime here and everyone’s waiting for us. You can even fish on the way. Where the River meets the Ocean and the Ocean meets the sky, you will find me there.
  

I am not this or that but all of it!

  The Who-man Earthling Conscousness cannot tell truth from falsity, Heaven from Hell, pleasure from pain, advances from retreats- without aid. Why? Because he is locked in a circle of his own thoughts. Become the watcher of your thoughts, see the same ones come round and round. They whisper ” this is what you are”. What’s the solution? Exchange your thoughts or mind for another. If there is any regret or Psychological pain whatsoever, then we may say that a glitch in the software or too many fragmented unproductive files exist. What would occur if a re-boot, with a newer faster version of software were installed? Change your thoughts, change everything. One might even pop up in Thialand as a Goat Whisperer or Botanist or anything one might imagine. In this respect we are only our thoughts- sure. Everything finally is only your thought about it and you are the sum total of your thoughts.

  
     I hear arguments about the number of dimensions that exist. Look right at it, every human lives in his own dimension, his version of reality. He builds this place until maturity then spends the rest of the time defending his construct. Have you seen those little crabs that build their nest on the Ocean floor? Ok, let’s move on, I’m not attempting to berate you, I’m including myself. I’m just swimming alongside of you following the current making observations of the Psychedelic experience we both are having- fantastic is it not.

     More than that, a reconstruction or metamorphosis can occur in this lifetime- reincarnation- ha, we are constantly doing it, each moment. Within the limits of our need to always define ourselves we continually re- make ourselves as we remember ourselves- from our own Karma memory. I say you can change that at any time. Within your own mind exist everyone you have ever met, how can it not. We ARE everyone we have ever met. Wow- look right at it! In that respect we are the creator of our world- this world. This is why Theatre- stage play, acting is so wounderous. All the world is a stage you see and we must play a part.

  
      Who would you like to be? A sailer of the Seven Seas perhaps. A Homocide Detective, a Samaria Warrior maybe, a Movie Producer or Artist or Philosopher. It’s just a part. We say “Im not sure I can play that part”. How could this be, we wrote the play. We are the casting director and the Hero of our own dream. To be or not to be is not a choice- here we all are!

Understand that whatever part you play is not ultimately you. Well who the hell am I then? Say: I am before time was. How’s that feel?  See that all of the characters on the stage with you are the same-  before time was.  

  
     So how does this occur? All that exist is latent potential. What arises from that is manifest expression. Totally free and unlimited. Ideas such as good and bad, right and wrong, pleasure and pain are only that- judgements. If there is any evil it would have to be you. Why? Because there is Nothing “out there”. An Avatar are you. It is all you and you are all it! A thought never leaves it’s source. 

“We are One appearing as many”

“As Quantum Mechanics has shown us- not only can the observer not remain separate from the observed- they are One”

    Who therefore would be “The Holy Spirit” but you at the end of time. Then also you are the Jesus character. This is your play, your death of the ego and your/my resurrection- if we so chose for it to be.

Have you seen enough?

All the World returns to the Poetry it never left.     -Al

Art, Science, Mind, Poetry, Music- but I cannot grasp it, I cannot eat it. Oh yes my Love, for it is All what I do for a living, it is the very sustenance of life, it is the Bread of life. The Liver is a great occupation.

   

    You and I have fought many battles together. We have been the Victor and the Conquered, the Flag Bearer and the King. We have blown our Trumpets as We charged with no fear knowing we travel but in dreams. How real they seem to be. I invite you my Mighty Warrior to join me in our return from the Journey without distance to the place we never left. We have tasted the fruit of the Earth, now let us drink the Wine of the Spirit. We danced under the stars and laughed and twirled, let’s continue on now. They all are waiting to celebrate our victorious return from nowhere to Home. 

     There now is a fork in the road, a decision to be made. If we go straight as we did before, we will come here again. No, we must go left or right. One can go away from home but surely he will not reach it. Have you seen enough?

I hear your voice on the wind

And I hear you call out my name

“Listen, my child,” you say to me

“I am the voice of your history

Be not afraid, come follow me

Answer my call, and I’ll set you free”

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain

I am the voice of your hunger and pain

I am the voice that always is calling you

I am the voice, I will remain

I am the voice in the fields when the summer’s gone

The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow

Ne’er do I sleep thoughout all the cold winter long

I am the force that in springtime will grow

I am the voice of the past that will always be

Filled with my sorrow and blood in my fields

I am the voice of the future, bring me your peace

Bring me your peace, and my wounds, they will heal

I am the voice in the wind and the pouring rain

I am the voice of your hunger and pain

I am the voice that always is calling you

I am the voice

I am the voice of the past that will always be

I am the voice of your hunger and pain

I am the voice of the future

I am the voice, I am the voice

I am the voice, I am the voice

– Celtic Woman

I Am calling you out of the world. It is death by astonishment.

  

You can only see your-SelffleS

TWO DREAMS

The blind man with his cane, the homeless man digging through a dumpster, alcoholics sleeping in the ditch, the elderly and feeble, the abandoned, the prisoner incarcerated for a crime he did not commit, a child born into disease, the lover who has been cheated on, patients in mental institutions, the ones caring for these individuals. Here in the world the eternal come to die, the everything to be nothing, the all encompassing to be locked in a cell. Can the limitless be limited? 

 Stay with me here, this is not a depressing tale of sorrow, we have enough of                           that here, just a little contrast, then we will flip the switch.

Forgiveness and Love fall like raindrops from Heaven on a dry and dusty world                                 where thirsty and starving creatures come to die.”

The Play has been good
The Play has been good

6 Listen-perhaps you catch a hint of an ancient state not quite forgotten; dim, perhaps, and yet not altogether unfamiliar, like a song whose name is long forgotten; and the circumstances in which you heard completely unremembered. Not the whole song has stayed with you, but just a little wisp of melody, attached not to a person or a place or anything particular. But you remember, from just this little part, how lovely was the song, how wonderful the setting where you heard it, and how you loved those who were there and listened with you.

7 The notes are nothing. Yet you have kept them with you, not for themselves, but as a soft reminder of what would make you weep if you remembered how dear it was to you. You could remember, yet you are afraid, believing you would lose the world you learned since then. And yet you know that nothing in the world you learned is half so dear as this. Listen, and see if you remember an ancient song you knew so long ago and held more dear than any melody you taught yourself to cherish since.

8 Beyond the body, beyond the sun and stars, past everything you see and yet somehow familiar, is an arc of golden light that stretches as you look into a great and shining circle. And all the circle fills with light before your eyes. The edges of the circle disappear, and what is in it is no longer contained at all. The light expands and covers everything, extending to infinity forever shining and with no break or limit anywhere. Within it everything is joined in perfect continuity. Nor is it possible to imagine that anything could be outside, for there is nowhere that this light is not.   -ACIM

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     These are two pictures, two different worlds and both are in your mind for you can only see yourself. If your thoughts are with the first you will see a hateful fearful world. If your thoughts are in line with the second you will see a great and shining circle where all the world is fresh and new, a new Heaven and a new Earth. It is a choice, your choice. We have all built our own concept of what the world represents. Now we spend our time defending that position. Wars are fought and illusionary battles are won and seemingly lost. You cannot lose but you will not recognize this until you try and lose. To be or not to be. 

You and I have fought many battles together . We have been the Victor and the Conquered, the Flag Bearer, and the King. We blew our Trumpets as we charged with no fear into battle. We travel but in dreams my Love. How real they seem to be. I invite you home my courageous Brother. There is a fork in the road now, we have been here before. There is only one road leading home and going in the opposite direction will not lead there. Here a decision must be made. If we go straight, the way we went before, we will be here again.Butch

     The question is simple, have you seen enough. I Am the Christian, the Hindu, the Muslim and the Jew. The Beggar, The giver, the imprisoned and the Free. Which parts have you played? I am a builder and an interpreter now. I have built a ladder which we can climb out of the Double Helix. Are you coming?

The journey back to Zero – Everything

  
A: Let’s go to the other side.

Q: The other side of what?

A: instead of looking from this side of time toward eternity, we are going to start in Eternity and look to here where we think we are now. So imagine in your mind that you exist before time and are about to be rocketed into a Worm Hole that will spit you out into this dimension. Only this time you will maintain and bring with you the memory of being before time. So Kaboom- down the Worm Hole you go. The next thing you experience is getting slapped on the ass while someone holds you upside down. Here we all are now. As you open your eyes and get comfortable with these perceptual stimulus inputs, learn to walk and so forth, there is a irregularity that the Parents notice. You don’t say “I hungry” or “mine”. Later in life when asked how old you are you say ” I am before time was”. When asked your name you say ” call me Energy”. This child never allows the world or himself to build a self- concept. 

  
I ask this question: could this child suffer? 

Q: could this child experience pleasure?

A: what else would this child be in but a state of Eternal bliss.

Q: why does a baby cry?

A: I suppose to exercise its lungs and grow strong as well as being in some physical discomfort with gas or rash but that’s physical and not Psychological. And above all because it finds itself in a prison of a body which is nothing but a limit as seen from the perspective of total freedom in Nirvana. 

I Hungry, she took my toy, I don’t want to go to bed/school. I can’t do that, she has one and I don’t. Without the sense of I there could be no suffering is my point. 

Q: but I already constructed a me, so what now?

A: Deconstruction back to the Everything that you are before you squashed yourself into a body or a limited framework. 

  
As we and most children grow up everything is based and built on the I. We might ask a question of another and get a response and then the defense begins. We say “Well I agree with you but”. It’s all based on the past construction of “I”. Think  about thinking with no discretion, not from the “I”. If there is no “I” then there could not be anything whatsoever to defend against or fear. Look at all the chaos in the world where every seeming entity is trying to substantiate thier position. They say ” I am real, I have an opinion, I will not stand for this, I will kill you for what I believe”.  The whole idea that we are all separate is the problem. There is a chicken, it’s separate from me, I think I’ll eat it. These people don’t agree with us- let’s nuke em. They have oil we do not, let’s take it. 

Q: well don’t we all need things?

A: yes but look at the excess, how much does one person need. Time becomes a consideration now. The make believe mind made self says: I might run out- there exist scarcity in the world, I have to get mine before I die. If one of us could die then all of us would die, there is no death, so there is no scarcity. The Human bases his entire reality on ultimately terminating due to the construction of the concept of time. We can’t say what God is or what truth is because we are that. We are the love. A Book cannot read its own pages, a mind cannot study itself. It’s a dog chasing it’s tail. Can we use the mind to overcome the mind? If one looks for long enough he will come to the conclusion that this entire Multi-verse is made up of thought constructs. One possibility I like is the construction of a paradigm whereby I build a construct to walk right out of this dimension into MY own paradise. This might not be a novel idea but it is to my mind. I suppose  the whole time machine idea comes from this, but in mine the mind is the machine. If it is true that as within so without then by the fact that we see wormholes in space they must exist in our mind. Can we travel through time by the ability to utilize these internal devices. The Kingdom of Heaven is within. 

If I disappear then you will know where I am. Until then here is a method- be a Methodist for a day.

In short: judge nothing and it is ALL Beautiful. Make a decision now, not to decide. Beyond that, be the watcher of your thoughts. Watch all of the thoughts arise, the parade is always going on, the River is always flowing. Now take one more giant step back and observe the observer. Watch yourself watching your thoughts. Who is the one to which the thoughts arise?

I was out in the nighttime Forest dancing,

It occurred to me that this is what I do for a living. 

Dancing is the food of life. 

Living is a state of mind. 

One paints, sings, plays his music

Give the Spirit the gift of belief,

He will use it to manifest Himself in the givers mind.