The Egg - By Andy Weir
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Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Auguring the Auspices 2015
In the before time of 3D consensus reality; tradition was to
at the beginning of the year, make certain predictions based upon various
signs, omens, and portents as would appear.
This tradition may well go back to Roman times, when the fate of nations
could be divined by deciphering the flight of birds...known as taking the
auspices. Kings would make no major
decisions until after consulting with the augur and his foretelling.
Here, in the now it is perhaps as important as ever that we
attempt to discern what the future may hold by observing not the flight of
birds, so much as the flight of man as those behind the curtain churn out a
constant menu of fear, in fifty delicious flavors, for constant consumption by
the awakening masses.
So it is with such intention; that I offer up what humble
scryings as I am capable of to assist with understanding prevailing energies
and machinations and how they may yet manifest in the nebulous times
ahead.
Aquarius
Rising:
With humanity still lingering at the threshold of the
Aquarian evolution; perhaps a powerful omen for the coming year is found in
deciphering the flight of the Seahawks who left us with the warning: "Don't
snatch defeat from the hands of victory." Still more omens and portents may be found by
observing the flight of American Chicken hawks (warmongering politicians
with zero military experience) as they instigate even more wars while lying
about the ones we've been in for so long.
When actions don't match with words, ignore the words and observe the
actions. We cannot possibly end our
military involvement by building still more permanent bases. Give peace a chance.
The Mayan calendar marked December 2012 as a significant moment
in the shifting of the ages. A kind of benchmark
denoting not the end of days as the propaganda matrix portrayed, but rather, a
new beginning for humanity. The
transition from one great age to another is a bit like shifting tectonic
plates; when it happens there generally is chaos and panic. Being kept in fear based survival mode
prevents most humans from pursuing spiritual growth and development, which is
why our hidden masters behind the curtain continue to produce a daily dose for
everyone. They fear your empowerment.
Social
Revolution:
The stone wall of ignorant denial has been eroded by decades
of little victories leading to larger ones as the human rights movement gains
momentum. Humanity is at the crossroads
of time and space as those who seek to prevent evolution are being consumed by
it instead. Humanity is awakening from the
arrested development perpetuated by the hidden ones now; and a vision of vaster
realities is spreading like a prairie fire.
For the awakened soul who glimpses this vaster reality; returning to
slumber is impossible, just as the mind once awakened by truth cannot return to
ignorance.
The hidden masters will continue their campaign of fear, and
in their final hours upon the stage shall attempt to set fire to the
theater. Consume what cannot be
controlled is their spiteful plan. Alas,
such chaos and destruction is exactly what one should expect during such
crucial and powerful times as these; fear not for the universe is unfolding
precisely as it should.
Industrial
Revolution:
In the coming years we will see the continuing growth of
several emerging technologies which serve to empower the average consumer. This trend will continue away from purchasing
power, to production power as 3D printers become increasingly sophisticated and
affordable. Rather than list the myriad
applications for 3D printing, it is perhaps easier to simply say that it's
upper limits are those of human imagination.
The status quo will soon have insufficient numbers of greedy old white men to maintain their death grip upon the resources and opportunity of Earth. The vacuum left from their ultimate departure will be filled by the ranks of those previously not allowed on the field of play. There will be new games with new rules as the new paradigm defines itself. In the times ahead those who pursue peaceful cooperation will outnumber by far those who know only the way of greed and violence.
The status quo will soon have insufficient numbers of greedy old white men to maintain their death grip upon the resources and opportunity of Earth. The vacuum left from their ultimate departure will be filled by the ranks of those previously not allowed on the field of play. There will be new games with new rules as the new paradigm defines itself. In the times ahead those who pursue peaceful cooperation will outnumber by far those who know only the way of greed and violence.
With manned spaceflight now in the hands of civilian organizations
the door is opening which will lead to a dream come true for many: commercial
space flights. What will begin as a new
distraction for the idle rich will eventually become commonplace; exactly as it
was with commercial airliners.
The times ahead will see the human tribe embrace cooperation
over commerce as the old ways finally die and exist no more. Recovery from 2000 years of the Piscean
paradigm won't happen overnight, perhaps not even in the span of a
lifetime, but happen it will, it is happening even now.
Spiritual
Revolution:
2015 will be a time of courage for increasing segments of
western society as they cast off the dysfunctional 3D paradigm; ahead of it's
impending final orchestrated crash down.
The inability to rely upon things which are no longer supportive, will
lead growing factions of humanity to relying upon long dormant aspects of Self
instead. As the forbidden history of
humanity becomes common knowledge, and the new Aquarian energies anchor
deeply...humanity will emerge from its spiritual dark ages, and begin a new
history.
Startled from spiritual slumber by the chaos and crisis
humanity is drowning in; many are immediately flung into confusion, fed by fear
and the feeling of helplessness. What
keeps one afloat in such turbulent times is discovering one's own power to not
only survive, but to prevail.
In the times ahead humanity will learn to unleash their ability to create thru the
power of Intention, finding their own self worth instead of waiting for
someone else to do it for them. Spirituality
is just science we don't fully understand, and the door is never locked.
Alien full
disclosure:
With the resurgence of the sci-fi genre of space opera movies
and TV shows: it is seen that those
behind the curtains may sometime this year make Alien Full Disclosure a
reality. Further indication of this may
be the announcement that the pope will be conducting alien baptisms
because all life is the creation of the great maker.
Such disclosure will not be an act of transparency, but a
ploy to further obscure the truth and muddy the waters. The admission that off world cultures exist
and interact with us would serve only to strengthen government control over the
masses. Isn't that the biggest fear of
all, to be invaded and enslaved by some alien race? Full Disclosure will be just another
ploy to obscure the fact that we already are.
The book "Blue Planet Project" cites there are 160
known alien races!
The plight of seabirds (and all living things)
continues a dismal downward spiral as the various planetary food chains become
more and more saturated with Fukushima
radiation. This is seen as a deliberate
action to force the worldwide acceptance of GMO food-like-products, and the transhuman agenda. It is seen that in the following years
increasing die-offs of pacific ocean life forms will continue, though not often
reported in the controlled and compliant media centers of the western
sector. Having documented the complete
demise of bait fish like sardines &
herring; the larger organisms which depend on them for life, shall likewise
perish.
There exists a possible reality wherein the
extinction level event that is Fukushima
actually becomes the catalyst which unites all of humanity in the fight for
planetary survival. The way to this possible
reality is a critical path indeed, one where half-hearted efforts may as
well not even begin the journey.
Humanity shall not find their way to this possible reality by
continuing to ignore Fukushima , or
believing that radiation dissipates in seawater. Nor will the possible reality be
discovered by trusting those behind the curtain to act in humanities
interest. They won't!
A nearly infinite number of other possible realities also exist; some more desirable than others. The thing is that in this present reality it doesn't seem to have quite hit home just what dire straits may lie ahead, if nobody does anything about anything. Perhaps we're still in shock and disbelief and yet even that is no sanction for inaction.
A nearly infinite number of other possible realities also exist; some more desirable than others. The thing is that in this present reality it doesn't seem to have quite hit home just what dire straits may lie ahead, if nobody does anything about anything. Perhaps we're still in shock and disbelief and yet even that is no sanction for inaction.
The Future:
Between the fall of the roman empire and Columbus
sailing it took 13 centuries to add 200 million souls to the population of the
planet. In the nervous now; that many
are added every 3 years! In the next
nine years 600 million new arrivals are going to be expecting their own piece
of this paradise. Think food, water, land & resources. Humans of the
foreseeable future will by necessity begin living as a part of this earth
instead of just harried travelers upon it.
To begin living this way humans need to be less concerned with having
and more concerned with being. We
must stop measuring our individual worth by the approval of others, and quit
seeking outside of ourselves to fill that emptiness within.
Fukushima isn't the only threat to human survival; just
the worst one - and the fact that authorities are seemingly waiting for
it to heal itself is a decidedly bad omen for the future of spaceship earth and
her passengers. Hydraulic fracturing (fracking)
causes swarms of earthquakes, and turns tap water flammable with toxins; so the
only response is a glib commercial ad campaign extolling the clean, safe virtues
of fracking! If humanity is to have any
kind of a desirable future it will soon become a mandatory thing to remove from
power all who helped things get this bad.
Beyond hyped headlines and hashtags there has to be more to
life than bearing silent witness to it's demise. Sound
off, act out with civil disobedience because your courage will inspire others
to do the same, and its the only way to change the story, and how it ends. Have you noticed that every time history
repeats itself the price goes up? Well,
the future will be shaped by those who show up for it; so if you're feeling
wealthy and like the status quo just fine; go ahead and continue doing nothing. For the rest of you reading this, may I
suggest a more proactive involvement on your part; unless the penalty of
psychometric probation on planet earth appeals to you.
The auspices are easy to read for the future of humanity and
they whisper to each one of us that unless we start reacting to those things
which threaten our species survival; our species might not survive at all. Its just that simple. Anyone who tries to tell you different is
just trying to lull you back to sleep.
The monkey chatter of reactionary discourse is to be ignored because all
it does is create anger rather than answers. The auspices also say that humans generally
will not change until the discomfort of remaining the same becomes unbearable
for them. While this approach may work
well for jobs and relationships...not so much when everything is on the
line.
Knowledge is
power-Ignorance is bliss: Pick One!
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May the Source be with You
© 2015 full re-post with permission only
May the Source be with You
Saturday, January 10, 2015
Solitude
A new born baby wakes up alone in the crib, and cries. Genetic memory tells him it will bring
mom. Somewhere else that same night, a
toddler barges into his parents room demanding to sleep with them, he's not
afraid of the dark as he claims...he's afraid of being alone
in the dark. Just down the street the
very next night a battered woman returns to the man who beat her, for the exact
same reason.
Without doubt, we humans possess the genetic memory of when
our kind was prey to predators in the night; which no doubt accounts for why we
feel uncomfortable, even vulnerable in the dark. We are a social species who first lived
together discovering safety in numbers; and finding it also very profitable,
chose it as permanent lifestyle. We not
only like the company of others, we depend upon it, even need it on a
psychological level.
Our commute to work is often in a zone of solitude; which we
immediately equip with phones, Bluetooth, DVD player and anything else
necessary to prevent us from being alone with our own thoughts...and emotions. Every day of our lives, much of our mental
energy is devoted to avoiding prolonged periods of solitude.
Nowadays TV monitors are standard equipment on many
commercial airlines and even high end automobiles in accordance with our
predilection for distraction from our own thoughts: and the pursuit of money
becomes the primary distraction from such introspection that solitude provides
the space for.
Society is filled with a thousand different distractions a
day, providing us ample avenues of escape from solitude. We even invented a card game or two as time
wasters to prevent us from thinking about things we don't wish to think about. Without a doubt television is so very
popular for the very reason it doesn't require much thought, and takes our thoughts
away from our self, with all it's malnourished aspects.
In fact, solitude and isolation seem to impart real
discomfort and even pain to the average human; which is why parents,
schools and prisons use solitary confinement as an effective punishment.
"The two
most important days in your life are the
day you are
born and the day you find out why."
-
Mark Twain -
Why is it so many rational adults fear isolation & solitude?
Why are we so uncomfortable during prolonged periods of isolation? Does the proximity of others provide us with
something we cannot obtain ourselves? Or
is it perhaps an issue more pertaining to aversion...avoiding the
uncomfortable. Could it be that we're
uncomfortable with solitude because it opens the door of introspection,
affording us the opportunity to be face to face with our truest thoughts and
emotions...our essential self.
True it is that we each need some "me time"
on a regular basis just to retain our tenuous grip on reality and sort
things out: but the kind of solitude I refer to is not the regular maintenance
type, but more prolonged in nature. Does
this aversion reaction to prolonged solitude relate to the time spent in the
womb during gestation, as some kind of latent memory of being helpless in a
liquid limbo? Could this be the reason
we generally avoid being along for extended periods of time? I wonder.
Might there be a different explanation.
While we do benefit greatly from our intentional me time and find
it a necessity, too much of a good thing often has unintended results. One unintended result of extended solitude is
that sooner or later you will run out of distractions, and other things to
think about...and will be left face to face with your own true self.
"Life will
find you where ever you go"
~ Warren
Zevon
An excellent example would be the way folks generally behave
during unexpected power failures. When
the power suddenly goes out the very first good thing that happens is the
electromagnetic grid all around us collapses. With the power on it's like we're inside a
electrified cage what with all the wiring in the walls & roof etc. not to mention all the various electric motors
and circuits running in all your various appliances. When the power goes out you can actually feel
that cage of electricity fall...and the next moment everything is
different. For a while it's like camping
out; but as our infrastructure continues to deteriorate without repair,
blackouts are lasting longer, and affecting wider areas. Confine a family of four in their house
without power for 3 days and watch what happens.
What is it we're really avoiding by eschewing
solitude? It isn't so much the solitude,
I think, as it is what happens during such periods, when one runs out of
diversions and distractions...and superfluous things to waste mental energy
upon and stands at last; face to face with that true self, with it's thoughts & feelings. What if our self image and entire belief
system cannot hold up under the weight of such constant introspection and
scrutiny? Would that seem a valid reason
to avoid extended isolation, and why we are so reluctant to "go there"?
"A good
day is when nobody shows up
and you don't
have to go anywhere"
- Burt Shavitz -
Indeed, we are social creatures, and yet we also find
we're a diverse bunch as well with exceptions to every norm. Enter the hermits: those who for various
reasons elect to intentionally live alone, apart from the mass of humanity. While social rejection undoubtedly accounts
for a percentage of those who live in isolation; the vast majority of loners do
so for purely spiritual and philosophic reasons; and those who cannot tolerate
living among the masses of sleeping dreamers.
It's very true that to grow spiritually in this life there
are certain lessons which can only be learned by being in a relationship or two
here and there. The reverse is also very
true; there are certain lessons which can only be learned by being in solitude
as a chosen lifestyle. Very often folks
choose the later after giving the former a few tries. We cannot grow without the wisdom gained from
healthy relationships - and we cannot truly know ourselves without the grace of
solitude. While the majority often say
too much solitude drives them insane, for some such isolation is in itself, a
path to sanity. Then there are those who are so beaten down and disillusioned by life with it's myriad of disappointments; that solitude becomes the least painful choice, so they embrace it.
There is a freedom in solitude, freedom from the machinations
& manipulation of those who live in
close proximity...freedom from mind games. Solitude provides an environment conducive to
focusing concentration without distraction or diversion. Solitude is a playground of creativity where
nobody can ruin your work but you, and it allows for the never ending self
scrutiny of past mistakes while tending to prevent many future ones!
Solitude is an insulation from the ocean of negative
vibrations so rampant where ever humans congregate in numbers, and a refuge
from those with blackened hearts who contaminate all within reach. Solitude, when measured by years or decades,
becomes either a conscious lifestyle choice - or just bad karma.
Being in a relationship gives a sense of validation and
worth because another desires to be with you, which helps the self esteem. Conversely isolation grates upon the human
ego, whispering the lie that one is unloved, unwanted. Society exploits this dichotomy in the way
it portrays the hobo & spinster as
negative avatars to be avoided, just as it portrays someone dying alone as
having wasted their life. This social
propaganda exists to further alienate and polarize the nonconformists who pop
up every so often.
"Am I
observer or participant, or huckster of belief
Making too much
of a life so mercifully brief?"
- Harry Chapin -
Ever wonder why spiritual seekers are often portrayed as
having to obtain wisdom from some guru living in a mountaintop cave? It gives voice to the notion that to discover
spiritual knowledge one must isolate themselves from the monkey chatter of
society. True it is that a great many
seek spiritual knowledge by various experiences &
expressions, collecting wisdom from as many teachers as possible, and that is
fine. There is however, just the one way
to meet and know your true self...nothing outside of you can provide that, only
solitude, and the desire to have the meeting.
The aversion to meeting our true self may well have to do
with not wishing to see what it may have to show us about ourselves, and its
why folks have defense mechanisms in place, and a smart phone full of apps to
distract them. It's also the reason most
avoid prolonged solitude and isolation. Why
do we structure our lives in such a way as we never have even enough time for a
decent meditation, let alone spending a week alone somewhere? Why do we think doing that is even healthy in
the first place? Has the message of our
true self been blocked out by our daily desire for diversion & distraction? What exactly is it we seek distraction from? Ask yourself that.
We more often than not are like blind babies in a beehive
when it comes to the only person we can never escape from...ourselves! It seems we will gladly do anything rather
compare our own self image to that of our true self. We don't wanna open that door of
introspection because we know that somewhere beyond the psychic numbing our
true self is waiting to have a word or two with us, and we're just not ready
for that conversation.
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5D People at The Emerald Cup
The 11th annual Emerald Cup cannabis competition & culture celebration was held this past
weekend in Santa Rosa, California; and like thousands of others I bought
tickets online to prevent being in line.
It's one of those events that periodically draw me out of my
hermit lifestyle; the kind that makes me tolerate something very uncomfortable
as a kind of payment for getting to have an experience I want. I've never much liked being in crowds, mobs
even less. Season that with some Vietnam
flavored PTSD, then put it in a wheel
chair which presents my damaged legs &
feet as a target for every passerby ... and you might get some idea of my
perspective. Pay to play!
Being that the VA has yet to deliver on their promise of a
shiny new motorized wheel chair; old ironsides was pressed into duty
once more. With my strapping business
partner and his attractive wife as escorts &
cohorts, we set out Saturday morning to take in the first day of the weekend event.
We got our first sense of proportion when we were still a
couple miles from the fairgrounds venue; when three lanes of traffic were all
trying to merge into the same exit ramp.
I suspect some of them may have already been smoking, based upon the
creative driving we witnessed. Knowing
all these folks were headed to the same event as me made the knot in my gut
twist just a bit. I knew from experience
that if I wanted to enjoy the day, I was gonna have to do something about
that.
The real accessible magic in this life awaits just beyond
the boundary of our comfort zone. It's
where resonance causation allows us to program our experience instead of
just gutting it out. Instead of a
particle resisting the wave, I agreed with myself that this day I would become
the wave, immersing myself into this sea of humanity to see what it might show
me. Feeling the wheel chair would
attract more attention than I desired; I dressed in regular street clothes, and
a leather vest. The only thing
indicating my status as a veteran was a small Agent Orange patch on the
vest. The more obvious camouflaged field
jacket with an assortment of service related patches was rolled up in my pack
for when the day turned cooler.
"The
strangeness of this life cannot be measured"
~ John J. Dunbar ~
Just as I expected; passage thru the entry gate included the
ever present metal detector. As I waited
my turn, secure in the knowledge I had no banned items on me, I watched the
security officer moving the wand professionally all over the person in front of
me. When the officer turned to see me,
he paused in a moment of assessment to recall which of his many rules covered
this situation: then, pointing to the Agent
Orange patch on my vest he says "Oh, you're good to go sir,
besides, your whole chair would set this thing off...have a great time!" I thanked him for the compliment even as some
part of my subconscious mind was making a list of all the things someone could
smuggle into that event in a wheel chair.
Once past the gatekeepers we looked for someone handing out Emerald
Cup programs; but alas there was no such person in evidence, anywhere. There was however a staffer there informing
us that if we wished to enter the vendor zone where cannabis could be openly
smoked and purchased; we'd be needing another wristband. A short while later, after showing our
medical marijuana cards & receiving the
proper wristbands, we ventured into the much anticipated vendors zone. As we passed the zone's gatekeeper someone
pushed in to extend their hand to me...I looked up to see a kind faced middle
aged man, who just said, "Thank you for your service, sir." As I shook his hand and thanked him, I told
him I'd been home a while now, but hearing that never gets old!
We paused there a moment to get our bearings, and a sense of
this vendors zone. There were so many
vendors of all types that their undersized booths were literally wall-to-wall;
sprawled out before us like a marijuana shanty town on the outskirts of Marrakesh . Even though it was still early in the day there
was a good turnout, and as I began perusing the passing faces it was like being
in a river of humanity flowing a narrow course between a winding landscape of
awnings, tents and all manner of temporary structures; including a spacious
community tent complete with living room furniture. In other words an obstacle course filled with
stoned, self-absorbed humans.
You simply wouldn't believe the number of passersby who make
a conscious effort to avert their gaze from the handicapped, disabled & disfigured: as if we're contagious on
sight or some shit. Abnormal, misplaced
fear mixed with superstition.
These near misses continued to occur all day long. As an experiment, I had my friends park me
just outside the community tent and then sent them off to have some fun on
their own for a while. I was parked up
alongside the front of the tent, out of the traffic flow, but not for
long. For reasons unknown, every so often
a group of three or four people would just stop right in the middle of
the walkway to chat as they passed a bong among themselves. This forced those still moving to split & go around them, much like river water
flowing around a rock. Naturally about half
of these re-directed wandering stoners were now aimed directly at my wheel
chair. About one out of three managed to
say "scuze me" as they bounced off me. So I moved across to the other side of the
community tent where it formed a corner with a building. Nice little out of the way spot with a good
view for people watching. Within
minutes I found myself feeling a bit claustrophobic as I was surrounded by a
growing throng of those who found the tent too crowded, so they came out where
the old guy in the wheel chair was enjoying the view and proceeded to deprive
him of it. I released the brakes on my
chair and started moving towards the walkway; and actually had to ask to
be let through the wall of people.
When my companions returned we explored the back row of
vendor booths, a good deal of which was erected on ground now turned to
mud. As we rounded a corner we could see
another wheel chair mired down in the mud.
While we looked for alternate routes, a couple of attendees pitched in
to help the woman in the stranded wheel chair get back to terra firma. Before I knew it, the same folks offered to
help us get me thru the muck; and nobody had to ask them! Here and there, sprinkled amongst the
unconscious & unaware I kept running
into folks who weren't just there for themselves. Like the perfect strangers, who several times
throughout the day, would shove a joint, or raw bud into my hand, then just
smile and walk away! One fellow who
stopped by to say hello wore a contestants badge, and gave me a small sample of
the cannabis he had entered to be judged.
As the afternoon rolled along more and more people showed
up, and it didn't seem that many were leaving.
We decided to go back out to the common area to check out presentations
and whatever else the Emerald Cup had to offer. Out on the main concourse it wasn't nearly as
crowded as the vendors zone; yet our progress continued to be slowed by a few
other folks who felt the urge to shake my hand, and thank me for my service. That is a whole other kind of high, one I had
not anticipated.
"Unenlightened
self-interest doesn't impress me"
~ George Carlin ~
Realizing we were all hungry, we followed our noses to where
the food vendors were all gathered together; only to gradually see that nearly
all these food vendors offered strictly vegan menus. No lines at any of them! Unfortunately only one vendor
included anything remotely like a burger, &
that was the cheese steak shack which from the length of the line; folks were
mistaking for an iphone store. Thousands
of stoned meat eaters and barely enough cheese steak for half of them - what
could go wrong. So as to not block the
thoroughfare, the cheese steak line had to flow down the street, and I found
myself thinking it looked like a line of ants marching to the food source.
Resigning ourselves to our fate, we installed ourselves at
the end of the line, which just kept growing behind us like a ravenous
serpent. Now things began to get really
interesting. The chow line was moving
agonizingly slow; and to be polite I honored the personal space around those in
front of me by leaving a few inches between us. Before long three people came barging right
thru that small gap in front of my wheel chair as if it was a designated
doorway! I was speechless, which
considering I was also a bit annoyed, was probably a good thing. I just couldn't believe it, even though it
happened right in front of me. Even the
folks in front of us thought it was extremely rude.
Within less than five minutes, the same event played out two
more times, and by the second offender I was more than a little annoyed, as
every time they bumped my feet it sent shards of pain racing up my legs. I yelled at the rude, smirking youth with a
bong around his neck..."HEY! Do I look like a fucking
doorway asshole?" This kid
looks at me like I had some balls for calling him on his
shit...then jogged away laughing. Things
returned to normal in the food line from hell, and sure enough within just a
few minutes two more mindless ones moved to cut thru the line in front of
me...almost as if being directed to do so...until I gave them a dirty look and
just said "Really??!" Duly shamed they turned back to find an
easier way thru the line of starving pot heads.
By this time I was getting stiff &
sore from being trapped in the chair all day, plus it was turning a lot cooler
as the sun raced for the horizon...so it was time to fly the colors and put on
the camo field jacket. Somehow, wearing
a combat jacket covered with Vietnam
patches made all the difference in my little social experiment; as nobody
else attempted to break thru the line in front of me...instead they were all
cutting thru in front of a young girl several people ahead of us. Isn't it funny how the sheeple always want to
pick a weak spot to practice rudeness?
While the camo jacket repelled one kind of Emerald Cup attendee,
it attracted the opposite kind; as I was now seeing more folks stopping to
thank me for my service and shake my hand.
With the afternoon sneaking it's way towards dusk it was
like shift change at the boogaloo factory.
Those who had what they came for were departing, just as more & more younger folks began flowing in,
ahead of the headliner band, appropriately named "Slightly Stoopid." A quick consensus was reached between my
friends and I, that our work for the day was done, and we began making our way
back to the parking lot, which by now was just one huge mass of vehicles as far
as the eye could see.
~ The Takeaway
~
All in all the day was a hybrid experience of diverse
polarities and more than a few reality cramps.
I'd expected the event promoters would have done a much better job
considering this was the 11th annual Emerald Cup: but it was just
an ill-planned hastily thrown together event where the promoters seemingly did
the absolute minimal necessary to get paid.
Like the old saying goes, "Sell the sizzle, not the steak."
Attending this event gave me the opportunity to acquire
cannabis not readily available in this area, including a very potent strain
having 37.3% THC content. For those new to the science behind cannabis;
average street weed has between 13 to 18% THC
content, and the stuff the clubs sell as premium grade has 18 to 25% THC content.
There's a new kid in town, and his name is Chiquita Banana!
Taking inventory upon returning home I discovered that in
addition to my purchases, I brought back over a quarter ounce of cannabis that
was given to me by total strangers. This
energy of generosity wasn't focused upon me...rather, it was
everywhere in the vendors zone that day, and fairly typical of the cannabis
culture in general. The people we encountered ran the spectrum from Oakland
gang bangers to Sonoma county
soccer moms ~ and every one in-between.
The Beatles were right, everybody smokes pot! The sheer numbers of people attending the 2
day event seems to indicate just how big a part marijuana plays in our modern
culture. Sure there were a few rude,
self-important people running amok, but you see that everywhere, every day,
nothing new about that. What made
the day kind of special was seeing how many helpful, generous, & selfless people showed up to help
everyone else make the most of what was there.
A hybrid day, yes indeed as it saw the mingling of two
generations of marijuana users. There
were us relics from 40 years ago, rubbing shoulders with today's counterparts
to counterculture; in all their various
forms and expressions. It was a fun and
rewarding day spent in the pursuit of happiness; and for a time that energy, and
the 37% THC cannabis gave the feeling
that we might just overthrow the enemies of decency after all. Just two days later though; decency continues
to be mowed down along with Australian citizens and Pakistani children.
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"We are
the people we've been waiting for"
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Saturday, November 22, 2014
Lighten Up!
So, you've been on the spiritual path a good while now, and
feeling pretty OK with your
progress. You've read the books,
attended the whole life expos, and generally processed & integrated your assets off. In your quest of becoming you have
opened your heart, learned gratitude and forgiveness; all while wrestling with
your ego for control of your life. Because you know what it's about, you just
say you're a work in progress.
It certainly hasn't been easy getting to this point, and all
indications are it's about to get a good deal more difficult in the days ahead. These are halcyon days we're living through,
lots going on that demands our attention; maintaining ourselves is more
important than ever now...and maybe you even sense that too. Have you noticed recently that some hard
lessons & bad memories have returned
from whatever void you banished them to?
In recent months have you suddenly been overwhelmed by these
negative memories & emotions from the
past; when you weren't even thinking on the subject to begin with? Most likely you haven't done anything to
trigger such a release, so you sure as hell don't expect them when they
hit. Have the ugly brothers regret,
remorse & resentment been
trying to move back into your subconscious?
Been wondering to yourself lately why so many of these
gremlins have returned so long after you healed that wound and balanced that energy? What is going on here? Knowing you did things right the first
time, you cannot understand why these ghosts have come back to haunt you at
this critical time. I call them ghosts
because that is kinda what they are; heavy negative residue left over from
"the old days" before you got your chakras and aura back into
good shape.
These negative echoes from the past can get you
doubting yourself and second guessing everything you believe spiritually, and
they seldom travel alone. Part of what's
causing all this disharmony is "separation anxiety" from 3D reality
structures. Everything we've ever known & counted upon has gone away, never to
return: and it grows more distant with each new horror or nightmare we bear
unwilling witness to. Seeing what we're
being dragged down into makes us second guess a few other things as well; and such
are the things that give rise to the ghosts from healings past.
Are there other contributing factors, you bet! Although healed, those old trauma's left
behind a souvenir in the form of scar tissue; which influences this melancholy release
of these old memories...emotional scar tissue: leaves evidence of itself behind
the same as physical tissue does; you just can't see it! Because we cannot see it and aren't
expecting it, this emotional scarring can trip us up & throw us off balance quite easily, and we almost never see
it coming.
So, it really isn't so much the pain from the past that's
surfacing, but more like shadow of the memory of it. It's kinda like trying to bury an old useless
tire that just won't stay buried.* As far
as I'm aware there is no way to restore this old emotional scar tissue to like
new condition. I think maybe the
best way to deal with these things when they surface, is to gently acknowledge
them; thank 'em, bless 'em then put 'em to some good use ... as
trail markers of your spiritual journey, to look back at how far you've come,
and the obstacles you had to overcome.
This whole process can be even harder if those in your
immediate inner circle do not share your spiritual values, or have only
recently been jarred from slumber by the great awakening; in either
case, they have their own pressing problems to deal with. I understand that very often spiritual & metaphysically inclined folks are drawn
together but this isn't always the case.
Additionally, there are many others who are alone by their own choice,
for whatever reasons. Solo travelers on
the spiritual sojourn.
Good childhood memories are also to be expected to
surface right along with the ones we'd rather forget...and for similar
reasons. Part of us senses that things
are never going to be the way they once were, its like we're saying goodbye for
the last time. This whole process of good &
bad memories flooding into the consciousness can even make one think they're
about to die because its like seeing your life flash before your eyes.
Hearts, Minds
& Dreams
We see a lot these days about raising our vibration...part
of which is cutting away dead weight that drags us down. Like the hot air balloon, we cannot rise
until enough dead weight is cut loose. Fifteen
years ago when I was active within the human potential movement, I dragged a
computer with me everywhere I was booked.
This contained several of the day's leading biofeedback software
programs including the Aura video station, and an amazing program from Heart
Math; called the Freeze Framer.
The main feature of this software
was a biofeedback game where you could fly and control a hot air balloon using only
your mind! Spooky cool stuff.
If you were all rigidly focused on flying the balloon
successfully; the thing wouldn't budge.
However when you learned to relax into the moment, and yourself, you'd find a sort of sweet spot where the
balloon on the monitor would actually begin responding by lifting off. The trick is to identify that sweet spot and
then freeze frame it; locking it in.
As the ten minute entrainment program continues, the player must of course navigate
some obstacles before reaching the finish line.
No joystick required! A kind of
relaxed concentration is needed to fly the balloon - or it will come crashing
down quite abruptly. The same exact
thing applies to everyday spiritual life, you might get lucky with
autopilot for a while; but a lack of conscious intent will ground you sooner
rather than later.
Biofeedback is a marvelous way to actually show folks how
energy follows thought, and I believe knowing that little gem is more important
right now today than ever before. This
is primarily what we're talking about when discussing raising our spiritual
energies, and maintaining them at the highest level possible,
comfortably. Focus your thoughts,
intentions and dreams on where you wish to be, not mired down in
where you've been. It's why balloons
don't come with rear view mirrors.
Those who are now getting a crash course via the great
awakening will undoubtedly have more than just scar tissue to deal with; likely
as not many of you still have a lot of "sandbags" weighing you down, preventing
your balloon of higher frequency from rising.
If this sounds familiar; I don't wanna seem rude, but it's time to cut
some dead weight if you don't want to stay here. Those who find their life still has too many
toxic people & relationships must
find the courage to just say no more, and cut them loose. Haven't you already tried everything
else? How about all those painful
emotional memories you can't help but revisit over and over again, you know;
the ones that can never be resolved or healed - why can't you just thank them,
bless them and let them go? Holding on
doesn't require strength, but letting go does!
You never
change the world the same way twice
We need to be distancing ourselves from the everyday
tyrannical little things which demand so much attention. They are imposters and energy vampires. Speak truth to power by boycotting all
business who support Black Friday and the ridiculous idea that corporations are
people. Corporations are not
people. Only people
are people! You'll
never raise your spiritual frequency by sucking down the exhaust fumes
emanating from lame stream media's tailpipe!
It looks & feels
like the powers that be are about to rip the lid off at Ferguson just any time
now, after letting the unholy stew boil over for long enough for maximum
damage. Ignore it, boycott the news,
don't give it your energy. We must
starve the fear loop of our attention, and energy - look away, raise your
vibration above it like a balloon flying above the storm.
As long as we continue to give our money and silent tacit
approval to those who we hate because they're poisoning the planet, the
longer they will continue their evil machinations. How exactly, does the logic of this escape so
many minds while so many others are freed from it thru conscious intent.
Just decide to live a better way. Then Act!
By constantly giving your attention to all of the over-hyped
horrific media blood sport and bracing for yet another Black Friday assault,
you are just adding more and more sandbags to your basket and preventing your
lift off to higher realms. Once you're
un-tethered and your energy begins to steadily rise, those once mighty issues
look like tiny dots from 3000 feet up. The more dead weight you can drop, the faster
things happen and before you know it, you have a whole new perspective on
nearly everything, and you're living life like there's no yesterday.
There is no looking
back!
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