Monday, July 22, 2013

Already Gone !


A few years back I had the job of caretaker at a Llama ranch out near Bodega Bay California.  In many ways it was ideal for me as not everyone wants to rent to you when your room mate is a 175 pound arctic white wolf.  Beyond that bonus, I really enjoyed being there in that remote foothills area and tending to the Llamas.  I was, as they say, in my element, and loving it.  The little caretakers cabin was ideal, if you didn't mind living on the side of a hill...no neighbors and a respectable view, who could ask for more, right?

 

So, there I was one morning, nearly two years into the job; going about my morning chores of feeding the Llamas, chickens, and sheep.  It wasn't unusual for the boss to stroll out to see me if there was something on her mind, and I could tell from the look on her face I wasn't going to like it this time.  I put down the bale of alfalfa I was carrying and walked over to meet her in the driveway.  With arms folded tightly across her chest in the classic 'defensive/closed off' posture, she spoke.  "There just ain't no easy way to say this, but I'm gonna have to ask you to leave - I have to fire you."  I certainly never saw this coming, as I'd been assured several times how much she valued me; scratching my balding head, I asked her, "Wow, this seems awful sudden, did I do something wrong here I don't know about?"  The expression on her face was that of someone trying to bluff in a poker game, with a weak hand.  "No, not at all" she said; "It has nothing to do with you."  She went on to explain how her deadbeat brother was broke & homeless in Vegas, and called her demanding his old job back.  Ironically, this was the very same deadbeat brother who two years earlier had snuck out unannounced in the dead of night, leaving his sister high & dry, so he could go make his fortune in Las Vegas. 
                                                                                 
I reminded her of that fact, and that he was also an alcoholic, then asked if she really felt like trusting him again.  She not only answered in the affirmative, saying "Family First, Blood is thicker than water" - but then added that I had to be out & gone in 48 hours!  I knew I was getting shafted royally here, and that a few well placed phone calls would have her answering to the state employment bureau.  I also knew that if I fought for the job and won, I would be in an adversarial relationship with the boss from then on.  I didn't want to leave, especially not like this; but I did, knowing there was a lesson in here somewhere for me.  Usually when spirit uproots you there is something better waiting to discover you; and I tried to keep that in mind as I drove away for the last time. 

The day after my replacement moved into the caretakers cabin a powerful windstorm rolled into the county.  I was staying with a friend who took me & the wolf in, and we were watching the news coverage of the massive storm damage.  The next morning from out of nowhere I got this urge to drive back out to the Llama ranch.  I didn't have any logical reason to do so, but the little voice (I just have the one) was adamant, so I went.  As I made my way cautiously up the private drive I understood why the little voice had been so insistent...the caretakers cabin was now a pile of kindling beneath two large trees!

All the way back to my friends place my mind kept rolling over the many implications of that stunning visual.  I was suddenly so grateful I'd had the wisdom, and faith in myself to just leave instead of making a big stink out of things.  At the time, I was really upset over the 48 hour eviction notice and how it violated my rights as an employee.  It would have been so easy to get more time before moving out, but it would have made no difference, the cabin was already gone!  The weak, tired old trees had been living on borrowed time, standing by force of habit more than anything else.  I had even suggested having them professionally felled, but the boss didn't want to spend the money...typical shortsightedness.  That those trees would fall on the cabin was a foregone conclusion, the only question being, who the occupant of the house would be when they did. 
                       


The reason I share this story is because it is the microcosm within the macrocosm.  The New World Order is about to fall on this country and others just as those trees fell on that cabin in the woods...Actually, we are already gone!  Just like the hapless coyote in the roadrunner cartoon when he runs out of road.

                                                                                                


There is  always that long, extended moment of time when the coyote seemed to float weightless, before gravity kicked in; just enough time to cognate his predicament.  That is the moment of time we are all in just now.  The foundations of our freedom have been deliberately eroded and the institutions we thought were there to protect us have all been compromised.  We are in that split second before actual freefall begins; that twilight zone limbo moment when one paradigm is replaced by a different one, and the world seems to change in an instant.  This then, would be a most excellent time to disengage from the dying paradigm before getting 'God smacked' by the one they have in mind for us all.  The case of reality cramps we're about to see is one ride you don't want to take; for those who doubt, or cannot visualize what it would look like, just Google Cyprus, Syria, Turkey, and oh yeah, Geoengineering & Transhuman agenda - just for starters.  While we were professionally distracted, the infrastructure of freedom & liberty has been dismantled, leaving little more than a storefront facade to keep up appearances - for a little bit longer.  The bubble has already burst folks, the only question is,

                                           Where will you be when gravity kicks in?
                                                                                


Detach and disengage as much as you possibly can from the system, government, and the whole nasty paradigm.  Believe me, I know how hard that can be to pull off.  Fortunately for me, I was corrupted by the writings and teachings of Stuart Wilde at a relatively young age, and have been a fringe dweller ever since. 

Obviously most are hopelessly plugged into and dependent upon the matrix, as that is it's prime directive.  Where it might have been 'impossible' to disengage and escape the system several years ago, because this particular addiction is very hard to break, and we all need to earn a living...that no longer applies since the planned obsolescence of the system is at hand, the wrecking ball has already struck ~ we are damn near out of "tomorrows" here folks, so why are you still commuting thru traffic that annoys you to a job you hate?  Can't you see we're all circling the drain here?  Or are you content to go down the tubes along with the great shining lie?
                                           

Last week Zen Gardner was on the Vinny Eastwood radio program talking about this very scenario, and I learned something I'd never known before, which is always fun, well nearly always at any rate.  Vinny brought up the old saying about lemmings being so dumb they follow each other over a cliff to their death; and then added the rest of the story...that some researchers had gone down there to study the lemmings, and for whatever reason, attempted to herd, or capture them...resulting in the terrified lemmings running off a cliff, which never seems to get added to the tale, because then it would make way too much sense.  We're a bit like those lemmings, I think; allowing the great shining lie to herd us like cattle to the slaughter house. 
                                                                                     

Even though we are witnessing the great awakening of literally millions of people across the planet at this time ~ it is still a decidedly individual event when you are the one with freshly opened eyes, and a mind screaming with countless questions.  The first thing you absolutely need to do, is follow the instructions on the mayonnaise jar lid ~ Keep Cool-Don't Freeze.  It is vitally important to not give in to fear or panic even though the system is being taken down right before our eyes.  If you can maintain your cool when those around you are loosing theirs you'll have an immense advantage.   The next thing you need to do is assess your situation, and see what changes you can make toward better self sufficiency.  It's called risk assessment, and these days it is decidedly a survival skill.  Once you identify the immediate risks you are being exposed to the next step is of course risk management, the process of eliminating as many risks as possible.

There is a growing expatriate movement; folks who have decided to leave the country, for good- and the list grows every day.  My friend Zen Gardner recently did just that.  After years of raising alarms and consciousness on his website, and advocating departing the country for those who could, Zen did what's known as walking his talk - actually doing the thing you talk about, leading by example.  In a way, we face the same dilemma as Japan with its Fukushima problem - We can't ALL leave the country, that simply isn't feasible much less practical.   To those with the means, resources and insight enough to leave the country I say it's worth considering.  For the rest of us, it becomes a choice between staying put, or looking for a safer place to live.  Considering the things we will soon be facing, I think converting one's assets into rolling stock, such as an RV might be a very brilliant move just now, as very often when the fertilizer hits the ventilator mobility becomes the key to survival.  Ultimately your survival plan needs to be as unique and different as you are, it needs to answer your needs; but it all begins with detaching and disengaging from the system, and the great shining lie.  Indeed, the hour is late, but it's not too late to start, and you gotta start somewhere.
        


"What the caterpillar sees as death, the butterfly sees as birth."

The "Owners" of this country as George Carlin called them; are about to reveal their endgame scenario and are doing many very calculated things to keep our attention & focus centered on fear.  Fear of terror, fear of war, fear of  disease, fear of health care, fear of blacks, browns, yellows, and of course white supremacists.  Because they have been reading our mail and listening to our phone calls they know exactly which fears to promote, and when.  They are really good at this.  The reason for this is simple, and you already know it.  They pump us full of fear & loathing because those emotions cut us off from our true, authentic self, our higher self, and most of all, the fear cuts off critical thought and eventually leads to panic.  Just what the "Owners" want from us.  Fear and compliance.  I say, give them neither.  Give them bloody hell instead.


When we are awake, and connected to spirit,  fear diminishes to manageable levels.  Anything and everything which connects us to spirit, or strengthens that connection is under attack by the great shining lie because that is the way to unity, and reclaiming our true and mighty power.  They are afraid of us for the same reason the zoo keeps that big gorilla in a cage.  "They" want us all terrified, they want us to see things as the caterpillar does, ending in death.  They conceal our true spiritual heritage from us because that leads to our evolution as a species...the evolution taking place as you are reading these words.  The birth of a new species.  Don't buy the Lie!  Don't give in to Fear!  Become what they most fear!  They are losing even now!

Snap Out of It !!!

Cognitive dissonance is what happens when the human brain's capacity to make sense of the world nears overload levels.  In order to prevent this from happening we humans subconsciously use several defense mechanisms such as Denial, Repression and Compartmentalization ~ which is a way of lying to ourselves so we don't have to face the ugly, truth.  Kinda like the mighty ostrich.  That which it does not acknowledge does not exist.  Until it does!  With some help and nudging from the "owners" we have hypnotized ourselves into a state of sleepwalking thru this dystopian nightmare like so many zombies, oblivious to any reality beyond immediate needs & wants.  We do this to ourselves because we have seen the truth, we have done the math, and realized just how Fracked we really are.  Fracked, and helpless to do a single thing about it.  Deer in the headlights, slow suicide on a dying world.  Its already gone.


To disengage from the matrix and the transhuman future it has planned for you, you're going to need to just snap out of it.  Use the daily hammering of the human spirit as a self induced slap in the face, and snap out of it.  We need you out here because in the final analysis it's a numbers game; and  as the prophet Jim Morrison pointed out, "They have the guns, but we have the numbers!" Do whatever it takes to snap out of it; here are some tips.  Turn off your TV, stop taking un-needed medications, Start taking daily supplements like Garlic, Cayenne, Turmeric, Niacin. 
                                                                                  

Snap out of your apathetic lethargy, it isn't you...or don't you remember the 'you' before chemtrails, GMO food-like-products and microwave soup in the air.  We are tainted, poisoned & contaminated, but not beyond repair, or hope of recovery.  Many are now feeling the endgame gambit is in the air and afoot already, just waiting for the next false flag moment when the population is frozen into inaction, God Smacked and confused.  When this happens ... remember the advice on the mayonnaise jar lid.  "Keep Cool - Don't freeze"

Can You Hear Me Now?

When the Llama lady fired me I had the option of fighting for something I believed in to stay in a place I was comfortable.  The "law" was on my side, and I could have used it to stay there; but doing that would have been ignoring the message from spirit that it was time to go.  As soon as I meditated on it the answer was crystal clear: leaving when and as requested was the only thing that got passing marks from my heart.  There are considerations more important than being comfortable and right, among them is still being alive.
                                                                            
We must develop a kind of blind faith in the voice of spirit which enables us to act, and respond without hesitation, for he who hesitates is lost.  Is your spirit trying to tell you something?  Are you having trouble making out the message?  Is spirit pushing or prodding you in a certain direction or action you're not too crazy about?  Listen well to that still small voice within:  It has no agenda and will never lie, or send you bopping down the wrong trail.  Listen well and heed the call of spirit. 

Because the next sound you hear will be the sound of gravity kicking in.

                                                                                             

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Until Next Time ~ Be Good to Each Other
  


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Thursday, July 18, 2013

2013 Crop Circles ~ Mid-Season



We are about mid-way in this years crop circle season, and as in recent years, there are some interesting changes being seen as the frequency & complexity of the circles begin to accelerate.  This year has seen an early season rash of basic & rudimentary circles appearing in Italy and Sicily and one in Russia.   A stunningly elegant circle appeared in Switzerland on July 3rd, and another in France, a day later.

 






Two days later a familiar pattern of concentric circles appeared in Wiltshire, UK where historically the most impressive formations are made.  The following day in Wiltshire one of the most enigmatic formations of the season appeared, which some say resembles a spaceship.  On July 13th another familiar pattern showed up in Worcestershire, UK, this time the floral wheel design from previous seasons is repeated. 

 
On July 15th in the Broad Hinton area of Wiltshire, UK, a beautiful "Seed of Life" sacred geometry crop circle appeared, which may hint at a larger "Flower of Life" formation yet to come.

The same day, elsewhere in Wiltshire, another geometric design showed up in Bernard; Another pattern repeated from previous seasons.


The following day, July 16th a partial Julia Set Fractal design was discovered in Wilsford, Wiltshire.




Traditionally, the crop circle season kicks into advanced mode, about this time of year, so very soon we should be seeing more multiple circle days; and more complexity in the designs left behind.  I've been following this phenomenon since the late seventies, and as always, am looking forward to the season finale "Jaw dropper" design, which traditionally ends the season as the final harvests are completed.  Until then, we shall continue to wait for each new design...and will file follow-ups along the way...2013 Crop Circles: part-2



Until Next Time ~ Be Good to Each Other

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Friday, July 12, 2013

In The Blink of an Eye


My friend Victor Leonard was killed while out walking his dog early Wednesday night.  Murdered, really; by a repeat DUI offender who was once again, driving under the influence. 

I still haven't got my head entirely around this latest dose of reality cramps, it's too soon, still have that kicked in the head by a mule sensation of numbness and stunned disbelief.


We hadn't known each other long, less than a year really~ but although I didn't know him for years it felt that way, it was that kind of a connection; we share the same birthday, just on different years.  We also shared common interest in most of the subjects I write about, which was as a gift from the universe for me.
                                                      


A couple of months back Victor adopted a lovable & intelligent pit bull from a rescue shelter, and named him Argus.  They were inseparable, Argus even riding along on the back of Vic's Harley in a carrier as many times as not.  Victor was a man of complex simplicity.  He taught Yoga, practiced Kung Fu,  and I always sensed a spiritual warrior within him, a kind of Zen-like calm peacefulness and inner tranquility.  He was a botanical wizard, music lover, and father.  He was also a prospect member of a local fellowship of motorcycle enthusiasts; The Brotherhood of Old Bikers (BOOBs) whose runs & functions benefit the North Bay Cancer Alliance.


All last night I kept trying to distract myself with one thing or another just to get my mind off things ... yet each time a distraction ended, or failed outright, my mind jumps back to Victor is dead and the grief begins all over again with the same impact as hearing the news for the first time.  It's so hard, knowing that I will never see my friend again, on this side of the veil.  I feel guilty because just last week I was going to call Vic to see if he and Argus wanted to stop by & visit; then something distracted me, and I forgot to call him, now it's too late.




We go about our lives pretending that tragedy will always choose to land on perfect strangers, never wanting to believe that it will strike us, even though we know better.  When you hear the news that a friend has died, the whole of reality looses focus as your brain struggles against the new reality, and your heart goes a little numb.  The world of two minutes ago disappears brutally in a cosmic slap across the face, anchoring you in the harsh new landscape of what is.


Driving impaired, on a suspended license, 33 year old Andrew Tungseth careened down Todd road early Wednesday evening in his Toyota Tacoma truck.  He drove up onto the right hand shoulder, and ran down Victor and Argus from behind before they ever had a chance...both died at the scene, as Tungseth plowed into two parked cars and sustained minor injuries in the crash.  Police detected signs of intoxication on the man, and arrested him for felony DUI manslaughter, & driving while suspended.  In his truck they found prescription narcotics, drug paraphernalia and marijuana.  Subsequent investigation revealed that Tungseth's license had been suspended for TWO prior DUI's   

                                                                                            


They say there are five stages of grief, and just now I'm trying hard not to feed the wisp of anger I am feeling inside.  Doesn't it always seem to happen this way, some addict or alcoholic who believes he/she is above the law just continues to drive intoxicated on a suspended license; until they finally kill someone.  Where is the enforcement of our laws against DUI?  Why is someone with a DUI suspension even allowed to own a vehicle?  Why do we wait until they kill someone to remove them from the equation in the name of public safety?  I cannot help but feel that if the law had done its job properly in the first place, Victor & Argus would still be with us today, instead of cut down in their prime of life by a selfish, irresponsible drug addict. 
                                                                                      


I think I know what Victor would say if I could hear him right now: He would help me find that place of acceptance within, and make that the first stage of grief instead of the last.  He would find some Zen way of telling me that it was all OK, that the universe is just unfolding as it should.  Victor would remind me of that which I know so well...that we all come here with a handful of spiritual "contracts," agreements we have with other souls enabling all concerned to balance karma, or whatever.  He would say that he and this Tungseth fellow had an appointment out on Todd road that neither was consciously aware of. 


I feel so cheated, to lose a friend just like that, in the blink of an eye...no warning; here one minute, gone the next.  No more tomorrows...no more heady conversations, no more wry observations on life and the art of motorcycle maintenance.  Can't help but feel the universe is testing me, seeing if I walk my talk about unconditional love, intent and forgiveness...or if I revert back to basic human conditioning of hating the man who murdered my friend, and wanting to see him punished.  Some may disagree with my calling this a murder, but what else would you call it when Andy Tungseth knew it was illegal for him to drive stoned on a prior DUI suspended license, but did it anyway?  He knew there was the possibility of killing someone while driving intoxicated, but he just didn't care.  He just didn't care, which in my book equals intent.  Murder by arrogance.  The 'authorities' who allowed this to happen with our revolving door injustice system are equally culpable in Victor's death.  If they had done their duty to the public, my friend and his beloved dog would still be alive today.


More than anger, I feel true pity for Mr. Tungseth, because he is now going to have to face the consequences of his arrogance and selfishness - without the help of drugs to escape the harshness of his new reality.  He may come to see the faces of those whose lives he shattered with his uncaring self interest; even as it gradually dawns on him that he has now ruined his own life as well.  And what of punishment?  What to do with someone like this?  Some might say let the punishment fit the crime; instead of jail, just put this loser in a room full of Victor's friends and let things work themselves out.  Others might plead leniency, contending addiction is a sickness - and seek to rehabilitate the man, though I have my doubts as to how successful that approach ever is.  Buddha would say that committing the crime IS the punishment.  For as strongly as I feel my spiritual convictions about non-violence and unconditional love; if they dropped Mr. Tungseth off at my place for an interview I cannot say with total certainty what state of psychological health he would be in when they came to pick him up.  In the end, even Gandhi changed his mind about violence, after seeing too many die at British hands.

                                                                                 
I am not comfortable with the frequency with which I am experiencing the death of a friend.  Victor makes three just in the last year...six over the last four years.  It teaches you to really cherish your friends, when you keep getting reminded just how fast they can disappear, without so much as a goodbye.  I try to stay positive, but it ain't easy, knowing the grim reaper one day comes for us all, ready or not.  The trick then, is to be ready...in each moment of each day.  Not to dwell upon it, no, rather to cherish each moment and each interaction, and to live them fully & freely with conscious intent.


Like I said, Victor is probably the only one who isn't pissed at what happened, I think he had that kind of awareness even before his recent change of address.  Perhaps it is true that the universe doesn't require our understanding, just our acceptance, because I can find no rhyme or reason to explain why my friend had to die such a hollow, untimely death.  We must remember that we don't always get to know why.

One of the many things Victor and I had in common is a love of The Grateful Dead music, and I cleave to that now as a way to keep that connection strong.  I like to think of him & Argus on a shiny new Harley...cruising down some astral highway....
"Going where the wind don't blow so strange"

Until Next Time ~ Cherish Each Other


A Song For Victor


                                                                              
                                                                          



Monday, July 8, 2013

The Simplest of Things

                                                                             
 
Somewhere around two thousand or so years ago an ascended master incarnated on earth.  He brought with him just a single teaching: "Love One Another."  Ever since we have been killing one another over how he said it...after of course, killing the messenger.

 Is it just me, or doesn't it seem like we should have come a bit farther along the evolutionary path by now.
Am I the only, or last person who thinks we are destined for something far greater than perpetual warfare?


Love One Another, seems fairly simple and straightforward to me;  Zero distortion.  It is a message and teaching that can only lead to unity consciousness, and the acknowledgement of the divine within us all.

 Everyone alive wants to give and receive love, it's a basic human design feature; we're hardwired for it.  To be sure, the desire nature in some is perverted and anti-social, breeding psychopathic personality traits; and those are always the ones who seem to slime their way into power and authority.  Why do you suppose that is?  Why do we permit & support this?

We have ignored, belittled, and devalued the concept of "Love One Another" to a point where it is considered the favored mindset for hippies, new agers and small children.  Greed, perversion, and psychopathic lust for power have done all they can to kill this message, and yet it persists. Timeless.


Every so often another messenger sprouts up, and begins the teaching anew ~ "Love One Another" ~ such a simple thing, and yet we continue to struggle with it at every turn as if it was calculus or algebra.  Just in my lifetime alone, there have been several messengers, and we killed them all for trying to teach love to a warlike race.


But, are we really a warlike race by nature, or have we been genetically altered to accentuate our more primeval aggressive tendencies.   Maybe that is why we seem to encounter so very many truly angry people.  Maybe on some level we remember that this is not who we are, that someone, or something has long ago hijacked our original destiny and imposed one of their design.  That will get you some latent aggravation.


The year I was born they killed the messenger Gandhi for teaching love, non-violence and forgiveness.  No matter how many messengers we allow to be killed it seems we have yet to learn that you cannot kill an idea.  "They" certainly permit many contrary points of view to exist without killing those bearing the message; so why do they seem to fear a simple thing like Love One Another?


Twenty years after Gandhi, the messenger Martin was gunned down in broad daylight, as if the sheer brutality of that act could silence the message somehow.  His sin was not only teaching us tolerance and love for each other, but also how to resist, and overcome.  He had to go, of course, yet his message remains in the hearts and minds of millions.


Why do we continue to tolerate those who oppose this simple yet powerful teaching; Love One Another.  Could it be that within this simple message is the power to transform humanity to once again be in harmony with all that is?  Makes you wonder.


There was yet another messenger emerging from Martin's time who captured so many hearts & minds with his message of All You Need is Love, that he of course had to be killed, and even though his music is banned across many airwaves, the message lives on even now.   Love is All You Need.  We sure miss you John.


What persistent evil is this among us that wishes this message silenced?  Why do we always look the other way as the very best of us are gunned down for spreading the concept of Love One Another?  Perhaps many have forgotten, but I haven't...This is not who we are!  It is, however, who we have been turned into.


How many more prophets & messengers must die before we rise up as ONE and put a stop to it for all time.  We can, you know...anytime we really want to badly enough.  When the pain of remaining the same is no longer tolerable; we will change.  There is no law saying we must wait that long; in fact just now would be a most excellent time to make the change. 


We've been sold a "a bill of goods" as the saying goes.  We have bought into the great shining lie of separation, limitation; and consensus reality.  We have been taught to let others do our thinking for us because we somehow lack the ability for self determination.  Our egos have succumbed to the constant barrage of marketing, that we "aren't good enough" no matter what we do. 


It has always baffled me that as persistent as they are at killing every messenger who teaches Love One Another, they sure don't mind having all those churches of various denominations around.  I wonder often about that.  Maybe the churches aren't teaching us to Love One Another anymore.  I wonder about that as well.


Why do we humans continue to have so much trouble embracing the concept of unconditional love?  It would seem to be the simplest of things to understand, and practice.  Along with separation we've been conditioned to embrace the "there isn't enough for everyone" mentality, which validates & perpetuates the need for competition, and adversity.  We have been programmed, conditioned and reinforced to see others as somehow less important than ourselves, instead of seeing them as equal sovereign souls.  That is the path of separation.


Separation has an ugly sister, her name is Resentment, and she knows how to dissolve the strongest of emotional bonds.  They're a 'tag-team' kind of dynamic duo and between them they have laid waste to the human psyche.  These sisters have most of humanity feeling alone and hateful at a time we are supposed to be celebrating "The mind's true liberation" on the path of unity.  Resentment has crept into the very fiber of our being, and you can smell her stringent perfume simply everywhere.  


When we truly begin to Love One Another unconditionally we first see that "I'm another you ~ You're another me."  Then, in the fullness of time we see at last there is no distinction, and that we are indeed, all one.  This then, is the path of unity.

I guess in hindsight they had to kill John and Martin, because they were the vanguard of the movement that promised to put us all on the path of unity.  And then, they killed that movement as well, for even daring to make such an absurd promise.  How's that for tolerance?


If we are a race cut off from our destiny, then we have also been cut off from knowing our true past.  Why is so much effort put into obscuring the past and re-writing history?  What is it they are afraid we will discover?  For thousands of years the elite have promised better lives for us all, and for thousands of years they have given us only intolerance, oppression and intimidation...and death to anyone who dares teach the doctrine of Love One Another. 


Does it seem at all strange to you that here at the dawn of the Aquarian age our self appointed rulers are making policy decisions with Bronze age thinking?  Think back to the life you thought you were going to have.  How close is all this to that image in your mind?  This isn't what it's supposed to be like, and this is not who we are! 


The key to unlocking all of this, is the very first thing they bred out of us.  The capacity for self-love.  It has been suggested that we cannot love someone else more than we're able to love ourselves.  Therefore, if the ability for self-love is crippled, so will all love based relationships likewise be crippled.  Unconditional love means just that, unconditional, which translates to loving ourselves without limit, restriction, or condition.  Do you love yourself that way?   Who was it that first convinced you that you "aren't good enough?"


Every atom and molecule in your body was created billions of years ago by the explosion of a supernova.  You are stardust!  You are a timeless, ageless, immortal, multi-spectrum consciousness expressing yourself for a little while in an environmental encounter suit made from star stuff!  And you've been tricked into thinking you are a hapless earthbound mudpuppy unworthy of love.  Now, this is all fine and good if you chose these experiences to further the knowledge and progress of your soul...just so long as you know the power to change it lies within you...unless you've been tricked into giving it away.


Love One Another ~ sounds kinda absurd when you look around at the state of humanity on this planet today.  That state is best described as Upheaval as the populations of several countries are continuing the domino effect of the Arab Spring revolution across the globe.  Humans are pushing back against the all pervasive pernicious evil running things in this place, they're tired of the constant lies and bovine excrement...they're acting out a bit, letting off some pent up rage.  They're re-learning who they are and taking their power back from those who stole it.  Good entertainment.  Even better when it arrives here! 


Over the last few thousand years it seems that we have tried every conceivable mindset except Love One Another... maybe it's time to give it a try and see how things go; I mean what's the worst that could happen, right?  Sure arms sales would plummet, but on the bright side, toga and jell-o sales would be through the roof.  What if they gave a war and nobody came - it was a great bumper sticker back in the day and would make a great liberation cry these days.  Like Bill Hicks said, "It's just a choice, between love and fear."  Simple is true, and there is nothing more simple than that choice, between love, and fear.  The simplest of things.


So, how about it, got all the fear you can use, check.  How about love, is there room in your life for more?  I know you love your family, wife & kids...but how about that terrified father in Syria trying to find food to feed his family as he seeks to protect them from the war raging all around.  You got room to find love for him too, you'd better, because he is you, you are him, we are all one.  It's as simple a thing as that.


Does it bother you that gays can now legally marry?  If so, Why?  How does the affirmation of their love threaten you in your life?  Answer, it doesn't, and if you think it does then you have an awful lot to learn about love, life, and being alive.  You probably also have an enormous amount of room in your life for love.


Love One Another, man that sounds just like chocolate ice cream for everybody!  A pure, simple thing like love.  Universally unconditional love, not one single human being excluded.  How many hearts would it take to trigger the mass effect across the planet?  If just one million of us could hold Love One Another in our hearts for a full day, think of the effect that would have on everyone else.  It might just get them hooked...what a lovely and overdue addiction that would be.


The power of love usually doesn't get a lot of positive press, but it did this week  when a young child was brought back to life by her mothers loving embrace. (1)  This is exactly why the message of Love One Another has always been persecuted with such fatal zeal; because it is the key to unlocking the cosmos, and all that is.  The power of love transcends the matrix, and is not bound by those artificial reality rules of conduct. 


The power of unconditional love can heal our souls of all that has been done to us; through the magic of forgiveness.  Just as we must fully love ourselves, we must also learn to fully forgive ourselves if we are to escape the destiny the unholy alliance has planned for us.  Want a sneak peek at just what that destiny will be?  Look around yourself, just look at the mess everything is in.  Now imagine that father in Syria, being you sometime very soon.  How does that set with you.  Will that destiny contain all the love you need?  If not I suggest you get busy conjuring up one that will provide all the love you require - how about a world with all the love everyone requires!  To those who say this line of thought is unrealistic, I suggest that you are still the victim of limited, and programmed thinking.


Look at the experiments of Dr. Masaru Emoto proving that verbal and written expressions of love have beneficial effects on water, our food and our bodies, and how expressions of anger or hate produce the opposite effect.  This is a repeatable experiment anyone can do which shows very simply how powerful things such as love and intent truly are.  The science of Cymatics shows us that the higher the resonance frequency, the more complex & beautiful is the 'medium' in question, be that sand, rice, or the human body.


We respond so favorably to love, and high, positive vibrations - it makes me wonder why we always seem to gravitate to the opposite end of the spectrum...or have we been led here against the counsel of our better angels?  Maybe that is why we avert our gaze with each new crime against humanity, because we quietly know in our heart of hearts that humanity is way the hell and gone from where we are supposed to be, and that the lunatics are running this asylum. 


Love One Another ~ it might be the only thing that can save us now.


Until Next Time ~ Be Good To Each Other

 

 

 

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