Keep your focus and priority on what you love, for if it is taken for granted… it will diminish or disappear. ~ WOW ~
The first thing I can recall was lying in my bed and thinking about the interesting things I could see around me, now that I could turn my head. My happy visitors all shared funny pictures with me and each other and made warm and varied sounds. I liked them, their sounds and their pictures but they made no sense to me, yet. I wanted to understand it so I closed my eyes and experimented with pictures of my new world. After a time when I opened my eyes, I noted that my eyes were growing dim and realized it was happening again. My new world started to fade and vanish as it seemed to do in regular cycles.
When my world had vanished, I started re-creating it by creating a bright dot to fill the darkness and then two dots and then lots more. It was fun and it reminded me that when I looked way back over where the cool air came from, I could see a bunch of bright dots that I did not even have to imagine. In the dark I liked to make lots of dots and stick them together and watch them grow. Then I noticed that they looked like one of the happy visitors! It dawned on me that I could assemble my little dots into almost anything. Maybe everything was made of dots. I tried to copy the now invisible room that was around from time to time. In my head I re-created it all built out of little dots and suddenly it occurred to me; my happy visitors were sharing pictures of rooms I had never seen, all made of little dots all bunched together like mine! I got excited and spent most of the night building little pictures of what they had shared. I built it out of my new erector set of bright lines, rectangles, circles, squares and some that just melted into shapes I could not even now name, all made of dots. Soon something was hurting in the dark and to my cry in the dark, the warm sweet drink thing came and put out the fire. I felt happy and then soon after the room was back.
When the room came back again in this next cycle, all the things in it now were 3d like my erector set. It was a fun game, discovering this new place. When the happy visitors came back and made sounds to each other, I could see the pictures they were painting, many were rooms like mine. It was an exciting new day! Maybe the sounds even had something to do with the pictures because I noticed the same sounds being made when they shared the same pictures! Later I learned the sounds they made were called speech and I learned to make those sounds too.
My next dramatic memory was of when my mom sister and I sat on cushions on the floor in the finished basement play room of our brick home in Brooklyn NY. On the plastic table was teal blue box trimmed with brass edging and held together by a small “C” shaped brass fastener. My mom turned the fastener free of its pin and the box unfolded into a flat surface etched with a faint gray outline of the USA. From a little drawstring bag she emptied odd shaped puzzle pieces onto the surface. She then told my sister to assemble the map. I was just barely two years old as I watched my 4 ½ year old sister assemble a map of the usa’s 50 states upside down, and earn my mom’s applause. A photographic memory was not uncommon in my family (though my mom did not have one, she was gifted with intermittent telepathy which she was oddly not aware of). On that date, I who was far more telepathic than my mom, but just beginning to walk really well, could not begin to do this puzzle trick, to my personal consternation!
I could see the puzzle being put together on the ornate desktop, which was itself unfolded from the puzzle box being opened like a blossoming flower. Because of telepathy, I could see the map being assembled in my sister’s mind, but I could not duplicate it! My mom, seeing me (seeking her applause) struggling with a much smaller puzzle with lots of frustration on my little face, said “Let’s find you something simpler to do that will be fun!” I could sense her emotional disappointment and see the images of my inferiority in her head. Unfortunately my mind was that of a 2 year old and I could not understand that not being able to solve the puzzle was age related (I did not know or understand about age and maturation). I also did not understand that she was disappointed at my frustration and not in me. I should not have been telepathic at that age, it usually started with sexual maturation. Things do go wrong at times.
This experience was the first dent in my ego that I could recall, with lots of effort years later. It was a child’s misunderstanding and the first of many “collisions” with my mom that would alienate me from her forever. With or without telepathy and empathy, a child’s brain cannot understand what an adults can. Telepathy made it more painfully confusing too! All it told me was that she was proud of my sister and not me. I could even see her mental plot to give me some of my favorite dessert to take my mind off the competition! When she gave it to me, I spit it out!
My sister too was telepathic but uncontrollably so. When she had occasional “imaginary” playmates that were not there, it was cute to my parents. As she got older it became something my parents worried about and eventually my sister’s early demise. For me telepathy was kind of like my mom’s experience. It only really happened when I was clearing my mind in concentration or asleep. Otherwise the noise from my 5 senses drowned out any conscious input from the sixth senses ephemeral emanations to my childlike mind. It did nevertheless however have significant effects on my maturation.
When I was 3 or nearly 4, my parents had a “party” for adults who came over and got to sit in the living room, from which we were normally banned. This was the mahogany, leather and soft cushions reserved for special occasions only. Some of the adults brought other children and we were told to go out back to play. This was the first time I realized that children were in some ways, at least to me, insane. They were out of control externally and internally! They hit each other, pulled toys out of each other’s hands and their minds were a flow of emotions with images of self gratification. I could not stand them! I could not stand their thoughts! I came back into the parlour and I begged my mom to let me hang out with the adults, to which she finally conceded. This was much better. I got to talk with and mostly listen to some of the “old” people about the government, the past war’s they remembered and even the president. They did look oddly at me now and then and I could sense their thoughts drift to the question of how a little toddler could converse, even as poorly as I did, on these topics. The answer was beyond me and them at the time, but now, that I am older, I know.
What I thought was my thoughts, was their thoughts (drifting in like smoke signals to my open mind) on any topic they focused on. As a result my occasional comment always affirmed their beliefs and my questions and interest in their opinions and stories of life kept them talking on and on. At least their minds were rational, for the most part, unlike the savage children they had brought to my home. Not only was the conversation interesting, but they would reach into big bowls of hard shelled nuts and crack them for me with hinged silver nut crackers. A worthy reward for my efforts at listening to them attentively.
Then when it was not so busy around me, I had my ghostly friends. You might have called them imaginary playmates, though I did not play with them or know even if they had names. I recall swinging on the swings my dad had hung from the big beam crossing the roof of the garage. It was always fun to swing inside and it was even possible when it rained outside, which gave it a special feeling. I loved the way the world rushed by me forward and backward. I found it fascinating to note how some loud long sounds from the street stretched out as my swing moved in its magical path. I had heard that too as those vehicles with sirens rushed by on occasion. Today as I paid attention to just such a sound, I noted that someone was also listening to the changing sound but using my ears! They were also looking through my eyes at the changing panorama. Then it occurred to me, I could also look at them but not through their eyes or their ears as they had none. I could only look at their thoughts as they got excited about sharing in my experience. I tried to see what they were seeing where they seemed to be but I could not do so as their world was bizarrely unstable when I tried to see it. Years later I would understand that their world was so different from ours that there was nothing in common that I could comprehend from whatever sort of sensory organs they had.
Instead of seeing their world, my mind took their sensory energy impulses and tried to interpret it as my world. That turned out to be confusing to say the least! Image upon image painted itself in a tangled maze that I could only describe as confusion. At my age it was frightening. I quickly stopped trying this approach to knowing them. Then I tried ignoring them, but it was not possible, it seemed. I could tell that they were there even when they tried to not be noticeable. There was this feeling of someone or something looking over my shoulders.
One day, when I was older, I had a curious insight into what was happening when my ghostly visitors came unbidden. My family and I had just returned from a two day weekend vacation in Hode’s Acres, upstate NY. My sister and I had walked through the woods listening to strange animal and insect sounds. We had crossed through rushing streams on slippery rocks covered with green carpets of algae. We had smelled the strong scents of blossoming flowers and the less pleasant smell of hidden death and decay. It was like a trip to another planet considering that we lived on Troy Avenue in the bustling brick and tar town of Brooklyn NY.
My enlightening insight was that the visitors in my head where also on “vacation.” They however left their physical bodies and traveled the universe to see other worlds. They could travel as far as they chose in zero time because without physical form they were not confined to time or space in the usual sense. However, in order to experience the distant world, they had to mentally join with a being whose sensory organs they could learn to use and comprehend. This was, for them, far better than anything Disney World could create! I did not however like them looking through my eyes as I felt naked and exposed. I thought I could understand their reaction and it felt as if they sometimes laughed at me, were revolted my my normal life or in some perverse way stimulated by me. I felt like a freak in a freak show. I began to plan how to end this unwanted connection.
…………………………….. more to come (and possibly the beginnings of a story that needs be told)
Before Hoffmann-La Roche created Vailum, healing the world’s fears forever, there was Jesus, who like Valium (but with no side effects) could take away pain and offer hope! Valium, as with all new “religions”, spawned other denominations such as Pfizer, Astrazeneca, and the endless drug companies who preached the new “religious dream” of mental (not spiritual) healing.
Remember, as long as science does not say “spiritual” but uses the word “mental” they are not trampling on the grounds that Galileo pretty much did and as such will not be burned at the stake or imprisoned.
Thanks to chemistry, a knowledge of religious liturgy and careful marketing by big pharma, the church was soon no longer the only temple of hope and salvation! It was now possible to find hope and salvation’s dream in a pill! Of course Hoffmann-La Roche made it clear they were re-balancing brain chemistry, that was out of kilter (even with no proof of such a thing) and as such enabling you to see the truth of your coming religious salvation. Voila! No trampling on boundaries between science and religion! (Not to say the Mafia’s heroin business did not decline). Such is the beauty and grace of the marketing man, the ad men or neighborhood drug pusher. Far better than the politician, who like Clinton, redefines sex, the ad man takes us on a journey to lands never born with visions of endless possible futures. It is a big bang born from something more concrete like gold and silver.
Before drug companies there were Shaman’s, Medicine men and Healers who were able to find herbs, given by God, for our salvation. Oddly enough they often learned from “less spiritual” beings like dogs, cats and other animals whose instinctive knowledge lead them to find and consume just the right amount of herbs to heal their illness and not die from its toxic overdose (in most cases). Keep in mind that “instinctive” downplays any intelligence so we don’t trample on the holiness of man who is “above” all animals.
The rebirth of hope in any advertising package, of course, does not deny the validity of a claim. So be still and clear in your knowledge that I am not questioning Jesus or his blessings upon mankind; but, let us say I have been inspired by Forbes’ clear vision of a profitable future in flipping nascent drug companies that don’t cure any illness that Derivatives, Fannie Mae or Freddie Mac did not. With bugles sounding, flags unfurling and fourth of July celebration, Forbes has defined the coming era of drug innovation and its investment opportunity in company’s like Tony Coles’ new darling Yumanity! After all Tony Coles “flipped” Onyx to Amgen for 10.2 Billion, clear evidence that the Amgen’s newly acquired drug will cure cancer. If that is not clear to you, then how about this:
“Onyx Pharmaceuticals Inc. said the U.S. Food and Drug Administration approved its drug carfilzomib for a form of blood cancer called multiple myeloma, providing a new option for a disease that afflicts nearly 22,000 new patients in the U.S. a year. The agency cleared the drug, known by the brand name Kyprolis, largely on the basis of a single 266-patient study, under the agency’s accelerated approval program that is intended to provide patients with earlier access to especially promising new drugs. The approval is for patients who have relapsed on at least two prior treatments, including Takeda Pharmaceutical Co. ‘s Velcade and a drug such as Celgene Corp.’s Revlimid. The company said the price for the drug, which is administered intravenously, will be $9,950 per 28-day cycle.”read the whole text here……… According to the Wall Street Journal.
I did some mental math for you to help you understand the monetary value of buying stock in Amgen (ask the guy how helped build your fortune for you in 2008, he is sure to know). The math overflowed my calculator but not my pencil! The prices profit projections are $220 million a month or about 2.6 Billion a year (renewable income as long as we are careful not to find any real cures); however, that is based on the “initial” recommended usage! Remember drug marketing men (the drug company representatives who bring your local doctor KFC or 50 Yrd line seats) can easily turn that into 10 – 100x more profit by “recognizing” the off label benefits!
In spectacular complexity, that might even vaguely lead to unseen benefits, comes the opportunity for inspirational advertising. The financial world’s darling of Derivatives proves this point. Though it helped impoverish most of America it still lives high and mighty on Wall Street and in the hands of investment bankers, whose untold wealth need the reinvigoration of new blood (possibly yours). Forbes’ is excited about the future of companies like Yumanity. With Coles’ record and the power of the word “Alzheimer’s” they are likely right.
However, we already know how to drastically reduce cancer. There is no question we know how to cure diabetes. What we don’t really know is how to bring back the values that Jesus Christ taught. What we don’t know is how to put God’s name back up upon the walls of Congress. What we don’t known is how to re-create the God-Fearing nation that once inspired all the people on Earth, America! The Chemical illusion of re-creating God’s potential blessings are a deal with the devil (know as side effects). This pre-arranged fate is offered in each and every ad we read for each and every drug. We learn how it will cure us and what the price is we will likely pay in side effects. But like the drug deal on the corner, investors see the profit in the short term and ignore the pain and death in the long term. So I define the market as Forbes does….a good short term opportunity with no real medical miracle needed. Just ad men and people who have no belief in God or eternal values.
If you are alive and in search of adventure, could you truly have missed the amazing story of The Matrix? Did you recognize that it is a story about not watching a story? If so did you choose to follow its path?
For years I used its rain of twisting numbers as my screen saver to remind me of what I chose not to be. I did not want to be a battery plugged into the sea of humanity that has no consciousness other than that painted by the new feudal kings of media Industry!
I did not however expect such a simple choice to have such an amazing outcome as to rival that of LSD! What price would you pay of a safe “trip” that takes you to a destination, your mind perhaps struggles to put into words, but yet springs from your heart with the force of “Old Faithful” at Yellow Stone Park?
Do you have “dreams” that are lurking at the edge of conscious expression but not clothed in words because you lack a writer’s pen or experience to incarnate them? Do your remember when you knew you could conquer the world before Vietnam, before Iraq and before the Investment Bankers stole your inheritance? If you do, and you must if you are breathing, then there is a way of finding them and the energy they gift to your arms, legs and spirit by growing in the soil of your fertile mind. I did not know this when I unplugged the TV, years ago; but, it is the gift of empty space and the laws of thermodynamics! What is apparently empty, will surely reach homeostasis, with its surroundings and YOU can choose the surroundings! You can unplug from the matrix!
So here is my method for Mind Expansion without drugs, better than LSD, better than Grass and better than million dollar movie production, your own excellent private trip. Unplug your TV, disconnect your Radio, don’t download that podcast! Let your mind be empty and in the time you would have willingly plugged into the system of media persuasion, take a bike ride, walk a leaf strewn path, put a battery in your old walkman and listen to music without words or song. As sure as you are alive, your mind will awaken and begin to paint pictures! Pictures painted with the skill of Picaso, pictures painted that touch your heart because they spring from your heart. Pictures with a depth of drama and color that no one else but you is privileged to see; your own private screening of years of art work painted by a master at the depth of your soul.
Is it worth the effort to find yourself again in the sea of countless faces that have clouded out the sunshine? What price would you place on your life, the one they have taken in our Matrix of TV, Radio, Magazines and podcasts? The one that like an alcoholic in denial, you cannot yet recognize but suspect has been stolen from you?
Even more frightening and this is likely your deepest fear, what if you find in your head a shallow pool of colorless water with none of the beauty of Michael Jacksons poetry? What if you find you are empty like the apollo photos of the moon? Then fear not because you are not! It is just the withdrawal from the drugs of your Matrix experience.
You can easily catalyze your own sunrise by going deeper and deeper into your heart, which has been buried by the sludge of ashes from the opium of the masses. Simply meditate each night before sleep, when awakening and if your sleep is disturbed (for God’s sake don’t take a sleeping pill if you can live without it!). Emptiness cannot exist and is not tolerated by any crevice in our universe so the seas of your lost self will rush in, the oceans will swell in your mind and you will sail a ship you have long ago forgotten on a journey you have dreamed about in your youth. How long will it take? Each journey has its unique price but emptiness is not tolerated in our universe and as sure as you breath the seas will rush in!
It is worth it, unplug!
In my post, Last Words Before Drowning In A Sea Of Marriage, I explored how we may lose ourselves in marriage and wonder who we were and what we might have been? You could of course take a dose of LSD or smoke some homegrown (organic) marijuana and see if you can free yourself of who you have become. It might work but I don’t take drugs. I have learned better, for now, and perhaps you agree with this possibly healthier mental diet. As an alternative to drugs I would recommend the opinions of a bright female friend, if you are male, or perhaps the opposite if you are female. I got a good dose of some recently from my friend Marcy.
The rain and storms of life and marriage may at times erode the firm mental land we each stand on, the land we have dredged up from birth to adulthood in becoming who we are. This may happen little by little and go unnoticed until a strong storm arrives and the waters rise rapidly in a threatening manner.
On other hand slow rains may soften the soil too. Our spirit may sink into the muck of jobs responsibilities, a marriage’s envisioned commitments or trying to raise a child as your mom did, which takes all of the time, you have left after work, to fulfill. Inevitably you change sometimes for better sometimes for worse but you change from what you were. In a marriage, if you are like most, you are opposites in many ways. You each have your strengths and your weaknesses. It is easy to rely on each other, if the relationship is “good” and notice that your spouse is more efficient than you at some tasks and let them do it, why not? You also will avoid their criticism when you do less well than they would! By the same token you may take on new responsibilities you might not have done, were you not married and you may grow.
It is however frequent experience that one day you notice that, even though you have grown with challenges, in some ways you have lost some skills. You have lost some skills by giving up tasks you were less skilled at than your spouse. I have seen men who cannot fill out a check or balance a check book, even though they were very capable before their marriage. There are women who do not drive long trips because their husband is a better driver. This is the beginning of drowning but it is gentle subtle and unnoticed. It is much like putting a frog on a pot of cool water and heating it slowly on the stove. The frog gets used to the temperature bit by bit and slowly cooks to death without noticing it (or so they say in legend).
I recall many years ago being told by my first wife that she did not love me anymore and she was leaving. It was a surprise to me. When she was out of my life a few days later, I suddenly realized that I did not know what to do with my time (she took my daughter with her too). It was very quiet coming home and so I bought a shotgun to keep under the bed because all the noises I suddenly heard (pipes and heating systems creaking at night) were too spooky. In the coming days, I went out to a Chinese restaurant, rather than cook, which I was good at. Then I accidentally discovered that I had a personality and quickly made friends with the waiter and then people almost everywhere I went.
Though I had faded into the background in marriage, I was now becoming visible again! Having been married to a sanguine women who for 13 years at my side, elocuted dramatically in exciting humerus stories at the blink of an eye, I had vanished into the background of my surrounding intellectual fog. Now however I found bright people who actually saw me and chose to converse with me; I was amazed to discover that I was not invisible! Going to the gym I found new friends as I stayed long enough to make them rather than rush home, since my home was empty. My home was empty but my life became full as the strangling sea-vines of a marriage, I had not understood, fell off my body and gave me back the gift of life I had known before.
If you find yourself one day, sinking into the quick sand like muck of life or that which marriage can become, you may start to wonder what became of you? Where is that bright sparkling spirit that attracted your wife? Where is the dream that woke you up each morning with the excitement to explore each new day? Is it dead, did it die and are you just a body walking around without a life giving soul? If you feel any connection with my thoughts then consider that it is is all your own doing! The hands around your neck that are choking you are yours, it is always your own choice; however, it is subtle and unseen so it is not something to beat yourself up over. It is also something you can undo!
Consider this story as an example. I was told that many years later a man, married for a second time, learned that his wife had decided to take a 5 day trip without him. As it happened, for practical reasons, it turned out she selected a time that included his birthday. As her birthday was very important to her, he suddenly wondered why his appeared less important. He when told her he was not happy with her timing and she explained logically why she had chosen the time; but then added, I can go away if I wish, “after all we are not joined at the hip.” That made a big impression on him!
Of course she was right, he could easily live without her and his birthday, which meant much less to him, could easily be celebrated, if he wished, on another day. When she left, he spent 5 days as a bachelor and suddenly discovered how much he enjoyed his time alone. He began to wonder what exciting things would he would discover if he had more time to himself. In those 5 days he learned a lot about himself that he had forgotten and he began to find new exciting reasons to get up early.
He and his wife are good friends and as happily married as I expect people are after 30 years; but, he had now noted how he had sunk into the water of life without noticing it. She asked that he pick her up at the airport upon her arrival, which he did. In the past he had not driven at night long distances as she was the better one at remembering long routes. On his way down state to pick her up, he said he had a marvelous time driving on the highway and not threat of critique as he was on his own. He discovered that he had given up his power to her without recognizing it. He was re-appearing from the fog of dissolution that marriage can create and now standing higher above the waters. It made him think, that we who are in long standing relationships should all take separate vacations from each other at least yearly! If this small event make him happy, what else might he discover?
Should separate vacations not be a routine? Perhaps many men do take separate vacations but he had not done so. He liked being home and he had a lot to do there, he was a writer and an artist who enjoyed the use of his home for both. He had a TV room where he could watch all sorts of media; he was never bored. His work day was surrounded by people and constant social interaction, so he was never alone. Yet, he was drowning in the sea of life and marriage and not noticing it.
I am taking a 4 day vacation by myself soon. What about you?
Are Dreams Just Symbolic? Learned men, of significant stature, assure us that our dreams are nothing more than symbolic and expressive venting of our emotional life experience! I have trouble with this concept; because I believe in Dragons. Maybe you should too!
Lucid Dreams Prove Symbolism? In “The Source Field Investigations“, David Wilcock offers carefully explained concepts taken from Dr Stephen LaBerge’s dream research. LaBerge teaches us how we can transform our routine dream experience to Lucid Dreams and in so doing, take control of their outcome. In the process, he explains, the symbolism of your dream experience may become more manifest. He describes this in an example of the ogre, who is about to beat you to death, being transformed by your spiritual love, into a flash of light that melts into your own body and vanishes. Now, LaBerge says, you know the ogre was a dream projection of a part of yourself, that you had yet to forgive and accept, nothing more. We are then told, that researchers who study dreaming find strong agreement in the symbols and the symbolic nature of dream experiences. This is an elegant integration of psychology and dreaming for those who need fairy tales; but, again I must say that I believe in dragons! In his book, “Supernatural: Meetings with the Ancient Teachers of Mankind,” Graham Hancock explores both his own personal journey and years of study by many researchers. In this story, Hancock, finds that symbolism crosses cultures, religions, time and space to bare witness to an alternative plain of existence, rather than a common archetypal symbolism as portrayed by Carl Jung. In my book, “Not Kid’s Games,” I explore the consequences of the infinite paths of an infinite universe. If you have yet to read my “Science fiction” book, Not Kids Games, than for just a moment, fill your mind with its foundational research, slip into the path of its comet like ride and see the universe from another perspective!
The Consequences Of Thought. Think for a moment, outside the box with me, and envision a world that is not just holographic but built of infinite infinities, then lets look at the consequences and we will find where my dragons live!
- In a holographic universe, every point has all the knowledge of every other point; but, like a Jpeg image, it begins to fade and lose detail as it is compressed smaller and smaller. So here in our tiny bodies (Jpegs) we clearly experience the world of our own local ongoing creation but only vaguely sense being part of the infinite consensual universe. This gives us a laser like focus on our “unique” journey in our special reality and yet a feeling for our ultimate origin and destination in death.
- Now lets consider Nassim Haramein’s concept of infinites bounded by finite space. If you understand, much as Nassim Haramein teaches, that an infinity can be found in a finite space, you will realize that there is not one universe but surely a multi-verse (which to me means an infinite number of universes of infinitely large or small size). Wow! That is a lot to ponder but its consequences are worth trying! Trust me on this and I will elaborate as we go on. For now just think of infinite universes by picturing each universe as grain of sand, when seen from afar. Now in your mind’s eye toss that infinite sand into infinite space. Remember the concept of a Galaxy contained in a Jewel such as that on the “belt” worn by the cat, Orion, in the movie Men In Black?
- Spinoza. Add one more ingredient to our stewing thoughts and we will complete the recipe for a land where Dragons may be as real as you and I (for whatever that means). Recall how Spinoza explained the Ultimate Substance (cosmic consciousness) as containing everything in order for it to be God Like and therefore omniscient as well as omnipotent? If this is true then every thought, every dream, every picture in your mind, in all its infinite variations, must truly exist, for without it, the cosmic is not omnipotent nor is it omniscient. Another way of understanding this is to consider what you see when you stand between two parallel mirrored walls. As you gaze into the “unending” fractal like image of yourself and anything else in that space, the endlessly repeating images may seem to curve away and morph just slightly as they flow beyond our viewpoint. Every object in the universe, every event in time, must have a nearly perfect duplicate with some small variation, or else the universe we live in is not infinite. [the mind expanding graphic at the left can lead you to more help on understanding fractals at the fractal foundation, its origin]
My dragons are hungry, as it is early morning in Narangia. I can hear them beating their leathery wings against the bronze bars that form the gates to their stables. It is located just before the bridge in front of our castle. They know this will get my attention and I will come and feed them. Then I will take one chosen one, as is my habit, for a flight high over our city walls.
Now that you have eaten my my mind-filling stew, rich in esoterics , what happens when you dream of the Ogre? You recall, the Ogre with the steel like death grip around your neck, who is about to beat you to death? When you now express infinite love for all living beings and beam that from your eyes to his soul, he again melts into your being and all is well; but, it no longer means that he is a small mundane projection of you, that you are dealing with on Freud’s Couch. Now instead it is your real experience in one of the infinite universes. An experience in which the flash of light is your death from his wrecking ball like fist and the merging is now your return to the cosmic. In the cosmic you find awareness of your true self, your infinite nature no longer compressed to a Jpeg of human existence. For the moment, you are dead physically but alive spiritually.
It may be true that the objects in your dream were experienced because of your mental state, created my external or internal frustration (stimuli). They are easily labeled “symbolic.” On the other hand, your mind may have tuned into the infinite experience that the universe (cosmic consciousness) knows! Though it can be symbolic to you, it is as real somewhere in the universe as is your awakening in a sweat, with ice cold skin and an ache in your stomach. When you are half awake in your miserable state of sleep crying, “no more, no more” it is because you are tired of death and re-birth to a new world with hidden pain as well as some pleasure. For a moment you recall that, like the fractal image above, you are born over and over, a small probe launched into the cloud of reality to bring back knowledge of one variation on experience. As you bask in the all knowing light of the Cosmic, for a moment, before you consciousness re-compresses to a Jpeg, you understand the dream of infinity! You know there is dark and there is light, there is cold and there is hot, there is infinitely big and infinitely small.
The universe (reality) is, as Nassim Haramein says, perhaps being created and destroyed by a toroidal rotating field of energy, a 3-D version of the flat oscilloscope image. From the infinitely large, your true self for a timeless instant, you are now again compressing to an infinitely small dot of Jpeg consciousness in the endless storm of the sea of life’s adventure. Every symbol in the dream of life or the dream of sleep, is an attunement of your mind adjusted to the symbols vibrational frequency like an FM radio. As you tune into each “station,” the meaning of its story is best gathered by your experience, in which you feel the pain or joy of its alternate reality. If it was a ‘bad” dream, and you cry “no more pain, no more pain” it is up to you to change the channel.
Something to think about.
It was about 15 years ago, in a near blizzard, that my wife, I and our two small puppies (my wife’s children) were driving down Rt 22 south toward Pawling NY. The digital dashboard on my Cadillac Deville began to pantomime the car’s slow death by no-gas. I had seen this coming but each gas station I passed had closed early because of the storm. Suddenly an “idiot light”, I had never seen, shouted loudly from my, now neon, flashing dashboard. It said, ‘Short Range” over and over! It was describing the end of the numerical countdown that had sped my heart up. The upcoming gas station was closed and my braking to see the sign started my car sliding. I quickly recovered and began frantically praying as we headed towards Pawling. I knew God could hear one prayer as well as a thousand repetitions but I needed a mantra to calm my growing apprehensions.
My headlights had become cones of illuminated snow as I saw the signs for a gas station in Patterson, that had a brightly lit sign. I pulled in to the vacant pumps, pressed the gas release button on my dash and hopped out gleefully to fill my tank.
As I approached the car with the fuel gun in hand, I noted that the fueling door was closed! I thumbed the button in the car repeatedly but the door stayed shut. Just then I noted the lights being turned out in the station office and my heart again began to race. I tried prying the door open with my finger and a silver quarter from my pocket to no avail. A teenager came out of the station to tell me what I knew, the station was closing. I asked for help and he said, he did not know how to help. He then told me his mom was picking him up in a few minutes and I had to complete my purchase now!
I explained my situation, the wife, dogs, blizzard and warning light but his eyes were blank as if he had not heard me. His ride pulled up slowly from the other direction and he said, ‘I have to close now!” I repeated my concern and asked that he wait and help but his eyes remained nearly unfocused as if staring at a TV set. As I tried to pull some emergency release in the trunk. the lights around me dimmed as he locked the station door. As if I was not there, he climbed into his warm awaiting car and drove off leaving us to become a ghostly memory fading in the heavy snow. It then occurred to me, he had probably pushed the replay button in his mind and so our insignificant danger was reset and his mind’s conscience cleared.
I never got the door open and just had to pray my mantra all the way home. Fortunately the Cadillac designers had programmed a margin of error into the warning and we made it home, up the small mountain in Patterson NY.
The next day I called the owner of the station, whom I had never met. I explained my experience in that frightening stormy night. To my surprise I heard Dale Carnegie’s unknown brother express his concern and desire to compensate me any way possible for my challenge at his station. He further explained how he would speak to the new hire and see that he understood what he had done so casually. I then received a gift card in compensation by mail with a hand written note. This was clearly a man I wanted to meet. Despite the soulless child who closed the door in my face here was the antithesis in warm human form. I did return to this gas station and get to know the owner. I absolutely had to meet someone who could show so much warmth and concern for a stranger over nothing more than a cooper phone wire. It turned out we are friends many years later.
Your soul or your replay button, could be a digital devils demand. However there is a way to escape, books! How do books prevent the death of a soul? Think for a moment. When the new generation communicates by smart phone, computer, tablet, text, email or “face time” how different is the experience from a video game? How easily can the boundaries between the physical world and the imaginary one become blurred? When the young man left us so casually that evening, it occurred to me that he had simply pressed “REPLAY” in his mind and left without a concern for us. Had he read books, like Dale Carnegie’s, become involved in community service groups like Rotary, as the gas station owner was, his “replay” button would have vanished, boundaries would be clear and the pain of others real.
In an era of replay buttons on every social media other than face to face communications, a book, Dale Carnegie’s “How To Win Friends and Influence People” and a community service membership card should be required of every growing child. Not after they have committed a crime as a way of re-education and restitution but as part of the school curriculum when they are beginning to read to learn, in 3rd grade! Humanity can be great if we have a connection to our soul; but, if it this connection is served by the “replay” button, it may never be regained again.
Does brain size matter? Einstein had a smaller brain, Edison said he learned 10,000 ways not to make a light bulb by failing his way to success. Henry Ford had little knowledge of many subject other than manufacturing that interested him.When publicly accused of being an “idiot,’ he said, he could find a fact man, if he needed one, for 25 Cent and hour salary. Or better yet purchase and Almanac for 25 Cents. Why should he clutter his head with useless trivia? What made all these people succeed was not necessarily genius but more likely the Magic Of Thinking Big.
What is the difference between a “genius” and a failure? Why do “bright” people got to work for Monsanto and produce dangerous toxic genetic monstrosities without concern? Why do men with 150 point IQ’s sometimes drive dump trucks, if anyone will hire them? Read on and see if you can solve this riddle.
Where Are “You”? If you believe that ‘YOU’ are the product of your brain and are located somewhere in your head, you are buying into the fantasy that the Church Of Science has invented to detract from the “illogical” religious belief that you are a spiritual being and part of the Eternal God or Spinoza’s Cosmic Consciousness (whichever you prefer). Now I am not an advocate of practicing religion nor do I believe that any form of religion is “righter” than others. I do however believe that your brain is not you but a transceiver to where your real you exists. When you look at the creative insights of many of the world’s “best minds,’ minds that have changed history by changing our paradigm of the world, you will often find that their discoveries were made when not thinking but merely relaxing, walking or playing. Why is this? People say it is the creative insight of their “sub conscious” mind solving problems for them. For this sentence to make sense we have to invent the “sub conscious” mind, for which we have never established any physical organ. It makes far more sense to picture capturing the solution from the infinite cosmic mind by a process described by the the Rosicrucians and handed down for centuries by those who belong to mystical societies of the thinkers. These men and women have turned out to be the doers, movers and sharkers who have changed history.
So why does a high IQ make you stupid? It does not truly make you stupid but it can significantly detract your from your true creative capabilities. Being able to “learn” fast whether it is to solve puzzles or recall data is likely a sign of an intense and focused mind; but, I believe calling it “genius” and making countless others “average” by comparison, was created by professorial people to help them with their inferiority complexes! When you hypnotize any mentally capable person, you can make them recall and solve problems (Learn) far faster than “average” people. I was once taught to master the skill of Karate and split a large 3/4 inch thick board of wood in a 45 minute hypnosis session (as were a couple hundred others in Marshall Sylver’s audience. The next day we learned to put out flaming torches in our mouth without fear! I am sure there is more to IQ than just good focus but to equate it with being in some way with productive value to humanity is, I believe, false. If you read the book, Outliers, you will learn the success story behind great Canadian hockey players. It is the same story behind the “productive” value of high IQ children. In a quick two second synopsis, “Outliers” really teaches us that those that those whom you lavish praise, attention and training upon, will likely produce results!
It is my contention that people who live in their mind and are myopic “geniuses” or “average” people who choose not to succeed creatively because cultural conditioning has made them believe they are too “average” to accomplish anything great waste their lives for the same reason, they are out of touch with the cosmic which is wear we all really reside. What makes us believe these illusions of our “Limited Self?” Consider TV, for example, or School teacher and college professors who have the superiority complex that crushes average people into paying homage to their genius and self demoting themselves to relative idiocy.
Plants Have Telepathy, Why Not You? In reading The Source Field Investigations, by David Wilcox, you can see how research is proving the existence of a communication connection between all living matter and even likely what we think of as inert matter, such as Earth and stone. If this is true, are we not connected to everything? The pineal gland has been shown to be formed much like an eye and sensitive to photons (light). For centuries its form has been central to many religious teachings as a source of insight. Unlike the subconscious mind that has no anatomical existence, it is more and more likely that the pineal gland, at the center of your brain, is connected with some sort of perception. If so it may be the third eye that is depicted in many religious and metaphysical drawings, your connection to the infinite.
So how does a High IQ make you “stupid?” The answer, I believe, is that societies subliminal messages to both hi IQ and Average people is depressive to true genius, genius that creates with the infinite source we often call the Muse. Genius which I equate with the Cosmic Consciousness, or our “real self” has been named for centuries as the connection with the infinite. Musicians get out of its way by the hypnotic practice of music, creative geniuses like Einstein take walks or make discoveries on trolley rides. When your mundane consciousness is not stealing your attention, the infinite becomes awake within! Why do so many great teachers say “find God within?” Like Elisabeth Haich in her book, INITIATION, I cannot fathom that a mote of dust with wings too small to see and a nearly undetectable brain, can find food, eat, sleep, find mates, reproduce, fight off attackers and do all this while flying in 3 dimensional space because of its brain power (a microscopic spec within a mote of dust). I have flown and airplane twice, it is just not that simple. To believe we are in our heads, is to bow down to the Idol of science and I bow down to no idols. How about you?