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2012-01-26T11:48:00.000-08:00

It was a wonderful December day when we searched for our Christmas tree this year. Off and on, the rain would quietly moisten the forest floor. A slight breeze carried fresh scents to enchant the moment. Leaving my wife on dry ground, I ventured alone into an old bog. I slowly weaved my way across the mire, managing barely to keep dry. I spied an old fallen tree which I thought might offer slippery but safe passage over an especially wet section. Picking my way across the moss laden log demanded full attention. Balance, a modicum of grace and focus were also required. Underfoot, the log bobbed in the water, obeying the command of my advancing weight. Performing it's dance, the log steadfastly remained unpredictable, until finally I reached dry ground. Successfully navigating the other side a beautiful tree called my attention. We managed to get it home and trimmed for all to adore.

I later reflected on this experience. I was considering how crossing the mire represented a beautiful metaphor for challenges I face daily in life.
There lies before us all a path to unconditional love. We could choose carefully each step we take, in doing so we stay dry, warm and comfortable. Or we could carelessly traipse along, making ourselves wet, cold and miserable. For the most part, it is easy to stay dry if care and attention is expressed. However, we know there will be difficult stretches where we must work a little harder and be more attentive if we are to navigate safely.

So what lessons do I learn from such an experience?

Each step I take requires my undivided attention. Along my path I can expect difficult times. When I see the path ahead is more challenging I must slow down, find my balance, then carefully proceed with grace. I don't know how things will change in my live but I must accept, adjust and quickly regain composure.

The path to unconditional love often feels like a balancing act. The ego, continually crying for attention, is much like the shaky log underfoot. I never know what my ego is going to throw at me but each time I must accept, adjust and regain my GodSelf essence.

I find the path to be an extremely demanding experience. Each and every day I spend great amounts of time observing my thoughts, feelings and emotions. I may go a few hours without reflection, but I almost always manage to later get caught up. Without this constant vigil I would be hopelessly lost. I say this because I know how relentless and tricky my ego is.

Judgment has been one of the things I have been focusing on of late.

I find in my heart so many ways I judge myself, others, events and outcomes. These constant echoes of ego mind only further ground my resolve to be the GodSelf I am. I am convinced expressions of ego can only be controlled with determined effort. If I fail to pay close attention, ego will be there to knock me off the log.

The way I see it, my waking perception of reality can be broken down into three separate and distinct blocks of time.

Unconscious time: I must admit this represents for me the greatest block of time. This is the time each day I spend on auto-pilot. Most all of my daily routines fall into this category. Playing games, working, eating, driving, etc.. As I investigate this part of my day I determine it often reflects the fear, insecurity and illusion found in my ego mind.
I have found great value in observing how my monkey mind seizes control during the unconscious time.

Conscious time: Conscious time represents in my life a significantly smaller block than unconscious time. This is the time each day I spend expressing my GodSelf. It is only by demanding consistent reflection and expression my GodSelf that I can remain committed to a path of unconditional love.

Observers time: I spend a large part of each day observing my thoughts, feelings and emotions. The observer is a most essential part of my being if am to remain true to my heart. Times of observation allow me to comprehend the lessons my ego is teaching. Moreover, the observer acts as a rudder, allowing me to steer a course beyond the rough waters of ego to the calm serenity of unconditional love.

With this matrix of time exposed, one would naturally assume that my goal is to eradicate the unconscious time in favour of conscious time. Furthermore, one would suspect that the observer in me is the conduit to said objective. To a certain extent such an analysis is accurate. However, beyond this objective lies the lesson of judgment. If we pursue an objective for it's own sake, we often fail to appreciate and value the many small steps which have made the journey possible.

Imagine climbing mount Everest. The first thing that pops into your mind is probably the feeling of taking those final few steps to the summit. Your mind naturally gravitates to the objective of the goal. One fails to imagine or appreciate the inherent value of the thousands of other steps which made this endeavor a reality.

Yes I desire to express only unconditional love. I desire to reflect only my GodSelf being. The irony is that I can never reach this summit unless I am prepared to release desire completely. I can see how my ego chooses to subjugate my search by redefining it in terms of goals and desires. By extension, my search for unconditional love becomes circumvented by judgment. I see my Godself expression is pale in contrast to my egoself, so I may judge myself incomplete. Judgment of self is the quickest path to dis empowerment. There can be no goal or desired outcome. I am God, is the only truth which exists. All else is illusion fabricated by my ego.

How do I remain alert to these subtle dance steps of my ego? The answer is acceptance, non judgmental balance and unconditional love.

I must always remember that the expression of each moment is divine. There is never a time when I am not perfect. I can see my life as a series of choices which create my reality, but this is illusion. There are truly no choices made. How can I choose when I am ONE being, ONE reality, ONE consciousness, eternally expressing the divine GodSlef.

THERE IS NO MOUNTAIN TO CLIMB! I AM THE MOUNTAIN AND THE CLIMBER!

I find in front of me a journey of soul. The path of my soul is predetermined. Beyond the illusion of time and space my soul continues it's eternal expression. I can accept all aspects of my reflection without judgment. I can accept all other reflections as my own, for I am this totality. In this state of non judgment, I may find balance and serenity. With attentiveness to unity, I can discover a way to love myself unconditionally. Where my soul takes me is not important, knowing that I am you is. With this understanding I know that I can only become complete in my GodSelf when you join me in embracing the truth of unity. Judgment day should be therefore considered by society as a misnomer. Judgment day will not represent a day of judgment, rather a day when all judgment has been released.

In Lak' esh, my brethren, I cannot judge for I am another you...

Diamonds and DarkStars....

2011-10-10T12:33:00.000-07:00

Namaste brethren, the beauty of blogging is that we can openly share thoughts, feelings and emotions which allow us fresh perspectives needed to enrich our personal and collective reality. Defining, then defending, personal philosophical positions affords opportunity to crystallise in our hearts what we consider truth. Truth however is a slippery sort. Like a chameleon, it changes to mirror it's environment. One just need speak with a potential suicide bomber to see how, perspective, has a funny way of making one man's truth another man's lie. On a subtler level, the uniqueness of our personal lens allows us to share a common truth whilst finding discord by drawing significantly differing conclusions. On such occasions, one may find no flaw in an apposing argument, yet, still be left feeling uneasy. The intelligent person will not take offence, instead, they will seek ways to rediscover common ground. This blog represents one such tale with my brother DarkStar.

Maybe it's all about finding the perfect aspect. Diamonds have many aspects, the professional will be asked to choose, with great consideration and precision, which facets to highlight, and which to leave uncut. The result of such efforts, will either encourage, or dissuade, elucidation. Clarity, is what has, and always will, be called for.

Truth, is the diamond, we are the sculptors, the world will see the light we manufacture.

Defining the correct cut and polish, invites others to gasp in awe at divine beauty. Miss the mark, even a bit, and a milky haze of confusion follows. Stepping out of this metaphor of clarity, allow me to illustrate by example.

When considering the holographic nature of our reality we can, with the aid of quantum physics, utilise the non locality of the electron to scientifically prove that time, space and separation are illusions. This is not new science, in the mid sixties advances in equipment allowed physicists to measure electron travel in the hundred billionth of a second, this development led to experiments which proved non locality. Delving deeper into the nature of reality with string and super string theory, many physicists began defining reality as a hologram. Over the last couple decades Big TOE theories which incorporate the holographic model are becoming much more accepted by scientific pioneers worldwide. Sadly to say, universities and affiliated peer groups globally repel such advanced scientific concepts, I think because they know the holographic universe comes too close to the ultimate spiritual truth of unity consciousness.

"Our reality is a holographic expression."

Let us use the paraphrased statement above as an agreed truth. From this one diamond of truth we can now cut and polish a couple of divergent facets.

One person could surmise; my reality is expressed as a hologram, therefore, my existence is logically more fake than real. Living within the confines of a manufactured lie, I imagine my reality is in fact real, but, what is real? I ask myself this; if the illusion of time, space and the physical world around me ceased to be the filter of my reality experience, how then would I define my reality? Logically, I must conclude there would be "NO THING material." Without time and space as a reference an experiential abyss would prevail. In the quantum world of limitless potentiality, consciousness allows me to experience but there can be "no God per se" as there is "NO THING." "This experience as HUMANITY has NO PURPOSE, its all a lie and we don't exist." "It's all a sham to think it is real in order to control us." "This experience, that so many seem to value, is FAKE and it's like living a life completely in a HOLO-DECK Program on Star Trek Voyager."

Another person could discern a completely different position; my reality is expressed as a hologram, therefore, my existence is logically more fake than real. Living within the confines of a manufactured lie, I imagine my reality is in fact real, but, what is real? I ask myself this; if the illusion of time, space and the physical world around me ceased to be the filter of my reality experience, how then would I define my reality? Logically, I must conclude there would be NO THING material. Without time and space as a reference an experiential abyss would prevail. It is the gift of illusion which allows me to discover the richness of experience. I must conclude the true state of reality is nothingness, however, consciousness allows me to experience. Consciousness must originate from a given source, there is no need for a label, however many choose to call source, God. It appears to me, God, in a state of nothingness, chose to experience. I see now the universe, which I once thought was material, does not exist except within the confines of consciousness. The nature of a hologram is such that the tiniest of fragments contains the entirety of information, this explains the parable of the mustard seed. If time and space do not exist then I must surmise consciousness is the sum total of reality. If I accept that consciousness is reality, then, I must also comprehend that separation is an illusion, all is ONE. If all is ONE, then I am you, in fact there is truly nothing that I am not. Not only is there a God, but I am that eternal being. There appears to be a limitless voice to reality. This plane of experience is, in my mind(excuse the pun), most amazing. I have obviously chosen to enter this reality totally blinded by illusion, a babe in every sense. Beyond great odds, I have discovered a sense of my true identity, what could be more beautiful. I have created this holographic experience called humanity, it is my playground. I was never born, I will never die, forever will I play hide and seek. A metaphor to consider may be the many eddies in the ocean. God is the Ocean and we are like eddies in the Ocean, both of the one but distinctly separate at the same time. I also love the metaphor of light through a prism, whereas the prism creates the illusion of separation which belies the true singularity of source.

To be fair, my brother DarkStar has not created his argument as of yet. Nor has he been given a chance to even comment on the hodge podge of quotes and filled in blather hastily constructed as his position by me. Knowing my brother as I do, I can assure you he will do so forthwith, or at his earliest convenience.

Until then, I leave you all with the same challenge I know will be taken up by my brother DarkStar.

1./ What does the holographic universe mean to you?

2./ How does it fit your paradigm of reality?

3./ If you had to define, cut, and polish your own facet from this scientific diamond, what pearls of wisdom would you draw from knowing you and your universe is really a hologram.

To gain knowledge we start by asking questions. In our search for answers we must seek many different sources while invoking the courage to always listen with an open mind. The path of true enlightenment can only be found by applying simple lessons learned from children, whereas, the mind must remain unbridled, free, open, inquisitive, joyful, playful and relentless. Such a soul sees truth as a non static dancing pixie always at the ready to display magic. I think the magic in this topic is plentiful. Magic also shows it's face in the form of irony. I find it deliciously appealing that quantum physics allows us define our reality as nothingness and as God at the same time.

In Lak' ech, dear brethren, if reality is a hologram then you are God...

Little Mind /// Big World...

2011-10-06T15:54:00.000-07:00

Namaste dear brethren; do you ever feel intellectually challenged? Is your mind the metaphorical equivalent of that skinny boy on the beach? Have you ever asked why you are so bloody apathetic about mental calisthenics?

Last week, struck by a moment of meditative clarity, I coldly stared into some of the many dark recesses of personal ignorance. When considering the breadth of my physical or mental limitations, a naked feeling bubbles to the surface; as if I am expected to run out to the store wearing only socks and shoes. Moving past the discomfort of limitation, my mind chose to seek out the many habitual excuses used to appease the itch; too much work, not enough free time. Yada yada yada, you know the old chestnut, you've heard it a million times, it always starts with

"if only..."

Funny, how the ego drags the mind anywhere but front row and center. Little distraction games play out in our head, cleverly keeping truth hidden from casual seekers like myself. Excuses aside, there still remains my obvious diminishing dedication to the search for truth. These pestering thoughts, like pine needles in my brain, prodding me to participate, wake up shithead! I have coasted for too long, it's time to expand again, there is a sign ahead.

I intended to write a lengthy blog on the many ways (very many) the elite control structure enslaves our mind. The blog was to include analysis of how corporate elite co opted governments, education and mass media globally. I had hoped to expose the dedicated efforts of an elite few, who, over the last two hundred years, have sculpted the ignorance we see in humanity today. I was going to ask you to consider with me examples of how the individual and collective have become trapped in illusion, ensnared by lies and completely unaware of who their oppressors are. Alas, I decided there does exist a wealth of such information at your internet fingertips and on the videos below. Without elaborating on the gory details, I do still ask you make note of the many challenges deliberately woven into society with the sole purpose of limiting your mental acumen. The resulting damage caused by this tyranny afforded me the opportunity to ponder, in the sanctity of silence, my ignorance. It is time to cast aside my pillow and blanket; fresh water in the face I see a sign ahead.

Empty is this cup I presently hold, how joyous is the day when it fills again. If knowledge and truth are the only paths to love, peace and compassion, why do I sit idly by? The answer, I believe, is digestion. Dinner may be digested in hours, an idea, or a good book, could take months to digest. Food and information have much in common, a few similarities might include providing nourishment, requiring digestion and satisfying hunger. People dedicate most of their free time consumed by silly distractions; sports, T.V. video games, the list is endless and becoming more mundane by the decade. Why have so many people forsaken the wealth of beautiful literature which begs to expand and free their mind? What role does society play in training the masses to disregard self learning? When school is over have we somehow learned enough? I cannot imagine how shallow and minuscule my world would be without books, yet most people do not include reading in their lives. Awakening the giant within is a responsibility we owe to ourselves, our family, friends and foe alike. There, just ahead is the sign I have been looking for >>>>> SCRIBD!!! <<<<<

www.scribd.com

Landing on my lap not long ago was a little gift, well not so little really. SCRIBD is a web site hosting an untold volume of free books to read, most everything I have looked for I have found. I have never looked up fiction but I can tell you their list of spiritual and scientific titles is up to date and outstanding. From the complete Nag Hammadi scrolls detailing Gnostic truth dating back over 3,000 years, to great philosophers like Plato, Socrates and Marcus Aurelius. Current work from some of the most advanced scientists and philosophers today, people like Talbot, Watts and Wilber to name a few. The list of great FREE reads is truly endless, I can't tell you how exciting this revelation is for me and I truly hope it represents for you the same.

My wife, son and I have a small library of a few hundred books, well four big books shelves and whatever is scattered around the house without a permanent home. I can still remember my back aching from the last time we moved. Even though we used professionals, it was quite a task sorting and unpacking it all. I can't imagine how much money we have spent on books, just last Christmas I think we spent over $ 200 as a family. With SCRIBD, the list of purchases will greatly diminish, so will the storage. My wife says we will never get rid of what books we presently own. My son will inherit, then probably curse us if he does not sell off the lot as soon a buyer appears. I agree with my wife's sentiments, mainly because I love the feel of a book in my hand. Books when held represent a tangible reminder of feeding ones mind, much like a spoon in hand represents a physical link to a health body.Following someones thoughts, feeling and emotions is tremendously beautiful, more the case if they have a panache for painting reality. When books draw to a close, with summations elucidating truth, it's like a special dessert after an amazing meal. First an appropriate pause is required, minutes, hours or days, depending on the depth of content in hand. Secondly, the mood needs to be established, a fatty or two rolled, a hot steamy coffee and golden silence. Finally, with everything just right, I follow a brother or sister to the edge of what they know. Oooooh how exhilarating, wonderful and honoured it makes me feel.

Our world and this experience we call life is a fantastic adventure. Books, their smell, feel and vivre will never be completely lost to humanity. However, they are becoming redundant in the I.T. age. Just ask a librarian, if you can find one, or a publisher, if their doors have not closed. Even newspapers are struggling to find readership in a world fast becoming virtual. I suggest, if someone has a hard time falling in love with reading, they just have not picked up the right book. What we ingest plays a great part in our health. Our mental health is a direct function of our ability to consume quality food as well as healthy information. We must all realise the relationship between truth and love, whereas, love is a function of truth. Consume healthy information and love will find you.

In addition to books there are many fantastic you-tube videos which assist in the gathering of knowledge at a pace more 21st century. Countless web sites and search engines allow us to gather knowledge like never before. We have the capacity now to break free of the chains of ignorance which bind us all. We can unite to a common cause in preparing a world for our children free of deception, tyranny, oppression and enslavement. It is up to us, I hope you all use SCRIBD to broaden your worlds. Free is a fantastic price no need to give any personal info or e-mail to use it; just type in the title, click on the book and start reading.

In Lak' ech, brethren, freedom starts with you!!!

In Lak' ech,

The Four Agreements by Don Miguel Ruiz

2011-09-27T15:16:00.001-07:00

Don Miquel Ruiz uses a 10 minute story to effectively translates the simplicity of living and loving. Although I have watched this video many times, it always brings tears to my eyes. I hope you all enjoy this beautiful message and share it with those you love. Apparently Blogger does not want you to have a link so you will have to copy and paste to view. Well worth the effort, enjoy the show.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PX90DZq2OLA

In Lak' ech, dearest brethren, the gift of love...

9 11 Down the doctor's rabbit hole.

2011-09-20T14:22:00.000-07:00

Namaste fellow brethren I have been thinking of taking the time once a week to highlight a video which I feel offers compelling subject matter well worth your consideration. I hope that you may determine (especially those of you who watch T.V.) there is value in adding a little informative self programming via an in depth investigation into the manifest reality of our surroundings. In an effort to broaden our collective horizons, it is my wish that we may discuss the subject matter presented weekly in the videos. Please indicate if you feel this concept would represent a worthy expenditure of your valuable time. Regarding the first subject I invite you to enjoy and alternate view of 911 courtesy of Dr. Judy Wood; noted physicist and structural engineer. The format is a radio interview with George Noory of Coast to Coast Am. The audio is augmented with a steady video feed making it a very interesting perspective of the 911 event. I look forward to hearing what you all think, click the link and enjoy the video.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ms1uUZX_g2I

In Lak' ech. prosper in truth live in love...

Karma: a tale of soft deceit...

2011-09-05T00:48:00.000-07:00

Karma, what does it mean to you? Do you believe in Karma?
The origins of Karma hail from the Sanskrit word " Kri " which means to do. Kri was a power by which individuals and collectives could influence the Gods, nature, weather, harvests and enemies. Through right intent and rituals performed righteously thus by actions determine ones destiny. Immortalized in the Buddhist Vedas the tradition of Karma was stamped on the Indian race. In Vedanta texts
Volume I: Samhitas
Volume II: Brahmanas and Aranyakas
Volume III: Upanishads
Volume IV: Vedangas

The God Karma was illuminated by the vengeful elephant of reciprocity. In later dates the Arabic word Karam was adopted to define the grace of God as Karma. As Karma became a global staple it was somewhat tainted by defeatist western constructs of fate. This created helplessness and dis empowerment from the true nature of GodSelf.

One constant Karmic thread woven through the ages from 1,500 BCE to the present is the carrot and stick motif. The need in this life to act in "righteousness" or "goodness" for the benefit of rewards in the next life. I perceive concepts of Karma as having created subtle echoes from which more damaging tenets like heaven and hell are derived.If we are prepared to accept the view of a God separate from self, sitting in judgement handing out Karma, then we enslave our true GodSelf spirit.

Great books lead the faithful; the Bible, the Koran, the Vedantas, the Gita, each offer wisdom, beauty and truth. However, each great work adopts the philosophy of reward and punishment as a function of control used to enslave devotees under the dominion and servitude of theology.

Heaven and hell bend the will of the Christian. Mohammad, in the words of the Koran, demands servitude and abeyance. The reward is great riches for the "good" Christian and Muslim in the afterlife. Lord Krishna insists on proper living as he instructs the young Arjuna about the fruit which await his next life. The Vedantas offer very definitive instructions to the Hindu follower. The man of faith and goodness will be rewarded with a superior next life. The fact remains, every religion needs followers. The carrot ushers in the sheep and the stick keeps the flock united.

Following are just a few of the issues I have with Karma; separation from oneness, separation from free will, establishment of judgement right and wrong / good and bad, dis empowerment of GodSelf and God as judge.

Separation from oneness: If you trust in the ONE, then you must accept all manifest and unmanifest as God realised perfection. Under the blanket of Oneness we see divinity in every expression. When we envision perfection in every conscious moment there is no need to reward the good and cast down the bad. All is God, all is good.

Separation from free will: This can never lead to truth. Instead of conforming to demands of scripture, we are better served following the will of our soul. Each soul is here to choose, from the plenum, a reality which will further the evolutionary path of the ONE. All choice is God taking yet another step.

Right and wrong / good and bad: We must see the illusion of separation in duality if we are ever to see the ultimate truth. When we enslave ourselves to concepts like Heaven, Hell and Karma we create a world of judgement. From the perspective of the ONE there can be no good or bad. There is only Godliness, which in it's essence is love and perfection. If you search your heart and find anything other than love. You must then ask yourself, why does illusion persist?Concepts of Karma dis empower the GodSelf: This is a most tragic loss. I am God, all choice I make is perfect. There is nothing I could do which is not Godly. Give this gift of GodSelf truth to everyone and every moment. This gift is called unconditional love, it is your true nature.

God as judge: the one who determines your next life or after life experience.
From the bowels of Karma sit judgement in the form of reward or retribution. How can this make any sense to the one who seeks truth?

Reward and punishment can only be functions of a God separate from self. God did not make the universe, God became the universe. All creation is God, nothing cowers in abeyance. You cannot covet future gains by actions of social fidelity. You are God, choose that which you desire. Don't wait for future rewards, choose to own all rewards now, in this life. We will never find truth in conforming for the benefit of reward. Karma is a sexy posit as it is found waving it's banner from high ground. For most people, it makes sense to believe that good behaviour will be rewarded and bad behaviour will reap just torment. This is an illusion, the seeker of truth will eliminate concepts of bad and good. See every moment through a lens of unconditional love and acceptance. See God in every expression and you will find yourself on the path to truth, freedom and enlightenment. Know in your heart the truth of In Lak' ech: The assailant and victim are one being, I am another you. Namaste, I see the God in you. Do you see the God in others?

In Lak' ech, dearest brethren prosper in truth live in love...

Final Score 1-0 Money beats Humanity...

2011-08-05T11:09:00.000-07:00

Namaste brothers and sisters, I choose to deviate from my usual discourse on love. I feel compelled to pen a short blog about money. Travelling the road of history we see humanity migrate from communal sharing, to the bartering system, then finally to trade in currency. Each step of the evolutionary path of commerce we discover society has been further alienated from the natural truth of love and unity. Divide and conquer, the age old tactic of war always works. En masse, we take these steps in the wrong direction without pause or reflection. In fact we embrace this monetary insanity with God like adoration.

Our world has been constructed of fear. Nothing is more exhilarating, nor so scary, as the paper boogeyman. Look around you; governments and citizens are frightened to the point of unraveling. This boogeyman God is eating us while we pray to it! Honestly speaking, what would you do for a cool ten million dollars? Bring me your intellect, try to make a logical defense for the monetary system?

Do you think the development of our current system of trade for goods and services evolved in a natural way?

Do you think the use of money is benign?

Can you find any good purpose for the creation of money?

Fact is, money was, is, and always will be, a weapon of war. Great research and development over the last two thousand years has honed the monetary system into a lethal super weapon. Point it anywhere you wish, pull the trigger, boom debt is created. The ammo is interest, which, as expected, is offered in a wide variety of calibers. Controlling these weapons are the banking elite. They point them everywhere, you and me included. Like a massive vacuum they suck up all the money then launder the stolen paper into global material wealth. Governments fold and sell off their countries assets for pennies on the dollar. Once they bleed a government of material wealth the banker vampires then demand control of the countries future wealth and services.

It's not news people, for centuries they have been raping the world governments and their citizens.

No one cared when the native peoples of the world were ravaged. That was a few centuries ago!

No one cared when third world countries were over run by corporations and elite bankers. They were people we could easily ignore!

No one cared when Ireland and Greece lost their sovereignty. How many people even know that the governments of Ireland and Greece have lost their ability to govern over the vast majority of their countries national policy?

How many more governments must topple before we take a stand?

How many more people must starve before we do what common sense tells us is just?

How many more sacrifices must we pay honouring this perversity?

There is one very simple solution; burn it all and step away from the carcass.

Imagine a world where we all live together as one large family. I would never deprive my children food, shelter or love. How would you feel if your child lived in poverty, missing out on the treats and delights of youth? Why should I accept my children in Africa or India should starve? How can I make sense of a society which allows my sisters and brothers in Somalia or Iraq to be raped and murdered? Money, power, war, greed, indeed these are vices society should desire to shed.Humanity will never find peace in the presence of money; the two are fundamentally incompatible. Release of money will be predicated by the understanding; we never needed to keep score in the first place. Society will choose to eliminate the master/servant relationship created by profit. Instead, we will embrace the truth of gifting. When we decide it is time to love each other as brothers and sisters we will find the ability to see how truly destructive money has been. The beast yet grips our hearts, however, I feel confident we have begun to discern the trickery. I trust humanity will soon unite as one being, unconditional in the surrender to love.

Can you stop keeping score? Are you ready to let it go? Do you see there is no other solution?

In Lak' ech, brothers and sisters in loving unity...

My Observer, Myself and "I"

2011-07-22T08:10:00.000-07:00

For years I never knew "I" existed, until the day I realised there were two of us present in my body. It is a bit mind bending to discover there is another you. Even more of a trip to find out that the "you", you thought you were, only exists as an illusion. How was I to figure it out? No one ever told me the truth.

"Hey, by the way, you are not you. There exists another you that is the real you. The you that you think you are is really just a very persistent illusion. In a nut shell there are two you's, only one is real and you haven't discovered the real one yet."

The Ego self is the primary filter through which we all perceive reality. From the perspective of ego we see ourselves as separate beings born into a grand universe. Ego narcissistically competes for gain, often at the cost of others. Ego self believes in birth, anticipates death, whilst remaining steadfastly convinced of the physicality of being. Ego self dwells in the regrets of the past, while fearing what the future may hold. When caught by the illusions of Ego self we strive to compete with survival as the prime directive. Ego self is the embodiment of maya and the purveyor of all fear. For better or worse, Ego self represents what the majority of humanity see when peering in the mirror of self reflection. We cannot be too hasty to judge Ego self as it's primary function is that of teacher. Often we determine maya to be dastardly, however, upon reflection most people agree their greatest gains have been wrought from their most arduous challenges.

The God self is the other filter with which we may choose to perceive reality. Existing ubiquitously in the ethereal plane of unity consciousness, the God self represents ones higher state of being. From the God self perspective we see beyond the illusion of the physical world. The God self defines matter as light bent into temporary form by the conscious observer. God self knows birth and death as illusions used by the ego mind to breed urgency in the hearts of humanity. Past and future are seen as illusion by God self. Ego's ticking clock is supplanted by time defined as one perfect eternal moment of NOW. From the perspective of God self all reality is a singularity of being defined simply as love. The God self knowing itself as the totality of all manifest reality does not compete or judge. God self is the personification of unconditional love, the part of self which always chooses to serve compassionately in the absence of judgment.

We are creator beings, every thought feeling and emotion we have programs the universe thereby defining our personal reality. We know ourselves to be actors, how many of us know we are the script writers as well? What do you think? How do you feel? Are you actively creating a reality of love?

Our world is immersed in fear; children fear their school grades, adults their ability to provide, the aged their imminent death. We all seem to fear a calamitous future; politics, environment, economy, radiation, cancer, austerity, hunger, fuel, water, air, oceans, climate change, even bloody asteroids seem to loom with ominous certainty. Look at mainstream media; death or destruction for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Fear is experienced in countless other subtle manifestations; need, desire, hope and doubt to name a few. With Ego self getting so much play it seems one has to make a concerted effort to have any hope of embracing the God self love within.

Can we change our world, making it more beautiful and loving?

Yes we most certainly can; however, there is good news and bad. The good news is we can simply choose love more often. When working we can choose love by thinking of how our work feeds those we love or aids those we serve. When interacting with people we can choose to smile and feel love while in their presence. We can choose to love and appreciate the elements, birds, animals, all creatures big and small. We can remain vigilant of our thoughts ensuring that we dedicate our feelings to empower our reality and that of others. By thinking and feeling love more often we will see our personal and extended world change for the better. By choosing to enhance the world of all those we meet we find peace, tranquility and love becomes our norm. We all desire a better reality experience; peace, love and unity is the only intelligent solution.

The bad news is our default mechanism is auto pilot which, as a result of Ego's survival instinct coupled with mainstream media, runs primarily on fear. If you don't think you run on fear how about a few examples. Most people work all day under the fear of a lack of productivity. If we don't get done what the boss expects us to do then we will certainly loose our job. How about our best friend Bill, the only guy who writes to us every month. If Bill doesn't get paid what happens to you and the family? Even our little ones can't catch a break. Do adults have any idea how hard it is for their children to get a high school diploma or a post graduate degree. We spend 40 hours per week immersed in fear biased activity then wonder why we have stress problems. How many people arrive home from work, eat dinner before they get a chance to unwind, then sit in front of the T.V. to force feed fear for a few hours before bedtime, happy dreams! Fear is ever present, you have to agree most people are jacked up on fear all day. Fear has become so ever present it appears normal. Most people would vehemently disagree their life is riddled with fear, that is until they take a closer look.

The next big problem is what I call auto pilot syndrome. If we fail to actively and consciously embrace love we will tend to operate 99% of our day on auto pilot. When on auto pilot we are always living in the ego mind whereby we are not actively choosing love. If you think I am wrong, feeling that my analysis does not apply to you, your friends and family then just try the 1% test.Consciously dedicate yourself to choose love as often as you possibly can for one day. Do your best to add up all the minutes you were thinking loving thoughts or feeling loving emotions. Subtract those definitive loving moments from the total waking minutes of your day and see if it exceeds 1%. The vast majority of people will conclude it requires a conscious effort to exceed one percent.

How do we get around this obstacle to love? Can we turn off the auto pilot?

If we truly desire love we can choose to find it in every waking moment. We can make a few lifestyle changes that will certainly help. The best start is to eliminate the T.V. Television places you in an alpha state which literally controls your mind, as a result, you are unable to consciously choose love. Choose to spend less time around people who constantly complain and gripe about their world and others. Slow down and smell the flowers. Our world is amazingly beautiful, I find my back yard brings great joy into my life. There are also certain moods which we can get in the habit of creating. Peaceful environmental moments afforded by botanical meadows, fragrant forests or cool streams freshening the dog days of summer. Meditation, with a concentrated focus on embracing love within, is always a direct path to feeling fantastic. Appreciating the company of loved ones nearby or sending warm thoughts to those far away will always make you smile.

Most importantly it is vigilance which will be needed. Think of it as a game of construction. You are building two homes, one is of fear, the other love. You will find yourself and your family living in the home which you spend the most time building. If left to your own you would not likely build at all. Possibly you would find it difficult to build a safe strong and reliable home, something that could weather the storms of a lifetime. Keeping to task so that you build a sturdy home requires a mentor. I like to call my mentor the Observer self, mainly because he does nothing but observe and report to my God self. In my mind, my Observer self plays the role of a third character. Ego self teaches us lessons, God self is our true identity and observer self keeps a vigilant eye on all our thoughts, feelings and emotions. Our life drastically changes when adopting our observer self. At first we are completely shocked at how little time each day we dedicate to embracing or sharing love. It is only with the aid of our observer self that we can learn to continually increase the amount of loving thoughts, feeling and emotions we choose each day. In time we find it to be very addictive to steal moments in the day just idly thinking about love, unity and how beautiful the world is.

I guess you could say I have a multiple personality, I see all three identities as separate and very distinctively beautiful aspects of my self expression. Instead of fighting the current, my observer self has allowed me to go with the flow. I see the unfolding of my reality as a dance between Ego self and God self. My Ego self teaches my God self to remember the dance steps while my Observer self makes sure my God self can choose to lead.

Love reminds me a lot of Mrs. Grady's apple tree, her delicious apples were always free we just had to pick them. Choose to be the world you desire.

In Lak' ech.

Dancing With God; Love on the rocks...

2011-06-21T19:50:00.000-07:00

May I please trash your home. If you don't mind; I wish to make a proper mess. I promise, nothing will be left in working order.

Who do you love?

Be honest with yourself; tell me what I least expect!

Society programmed you to dispense love as a commodity. You learned how to apportion love only under conditions of recompense. Relationships with family, friends and lovers, thrive or whither, based on your ability to manage fair value in love trading negotiations. Another bizarre concept you blindly accept is that love must be earned. Positioning yourself upon such loose philosophical footings inevitably limits the love you are prepared to offer or accept. You lack self love. Like a rudderless boat; you seek, but never find, calm waters or safe harbour.
From earliest moments of infant reason; you carried yokes of competition and judgment. Be it home, school or work, you incessantly competed for the most attention, highest marks, or best paying jobs. Warped by corporate mind programming; you seem convinced success is a function of looks, education and material wealth. You covet the latest media rendition of "the perfect life". Ripping through life in designer sunglasses and Gucci shoes looks cool; but, leaves you little time for introspective philosophy. After all, figuring out who you are or why you exist won't pay the rent. Harmful as this banality may be; you go one step further, you create a relationship between self worth and love. From this cliff edge of insanity you compete for status, fail to achieve perfection, then secretly judge yourself unworthy of love. Emptiness in your heart is filled by an insatiable greed for accomplishment. Your life has become a meaningless game of snakes and ladders as you compete for the top square.

Tell me I am wrong! You can't, not if you speak from your heart.

I speak with the conviction of knowing you because I am speaking to your ego self. Ego is a monkey existing in a land of illusion. This monkey hides in your mind; spinning his magic tales you become convinced he is you. Believe in his deception and never will you discover your true identity.

Who are you really?

Lord Krishna speaks to Arjuna of death as illusion. Einstein tells us "Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one."

Beyond all illusion you are an eternal signature of light energy; you are the divine Atman. Look into the mirror, it is not a body you see, it is God. God did not create the universe; God became the universe. God did not create you; God became you. Once you can truly love yourself as the Atman it is a short step to loving the brother you deem wretched. There is no good or bad, there is no right or wrong, there is only choice. Without exception, all choice is God dancing with God eternally in the perfection of the now moment.

In Lak' ech, I love you...

Trolling For Souls...

2011-05-30T06:02:00.000-07:00

Great trawlers checker oceans in search of souls.
Thirsty behemoths cast nets to scour en masse.
Schools driven frantic by fear and disorder.
Winches howl to the tune of freedom lost.

Bejeweled preacher; captain of destruction.
Fattened on ignorance, drunk with greed; you minister lies.
Demanding faith you offer deliverance from evil.
This falsity pawned as love whithers in my light.

Having fallen to your nets, I now proselytise for truth.
They don't know you as harvester or master of illusion.
Fragrant is your tongue as it renders their flesh red.
Singing your praise, they kneel in abeyance.

The fool has become master, fear rules judiciously.
Your influence, once great, is dying to a new awakening.
I tell you now this game is over.
Looking in the mirror, I see God.

Eros and the Paper Tiger...

2011-05-16T05:40:00.000-07:00

Namaste friends, I have not written a blog for a bit. I hope you enjoy this incomplete snippet from "Dancing With God."

How different our world would be if we stood united in demanding our governments guarantee all people entitlement to a middle class standard of living.
Almost everyone is limited by a shortage of money, we all want a better quality of life. Why is it; three out of every four of us are destined to never own a home, have savings in the bank or travel beyond national borders? Few people in the world are wealthy enough to choose whatever they want from life. Most can only dream of wealth; in fact, only .013% of the global population are millionaires. There are two commonly accepted definitions for millionaire; those who have assets totaling more than 1 million, or, those with over 1 million in investment capital. If we use the first definition; we can estimate, 24.2 million of earths citizens are millionaires. I prefer using the second guideline; which equates to an estimate of 10 million millionaires currently on the planet. Roughly one out of every seven hundred thousand people become a millionaire. Fill ten professional football stadiums with people; the global average tells you only one person would be a millionaire. Almost one third of all Millionaires live in America, as a result many Americans have a hard time realising how few people actually achieve this level of financial freedom. If you are not a sports fan; imagine the following. If America had an average per capita representation of millionaires, then there would only be 441 millionaires in the entire country. As it stands now; roughly one out of every 100 Americans (3 million people) are millionaires. There was a time when being a millionaire meant you could stop working. This is not the case for most; a recent Forbes study indicated 46% of all millionaires stated they did not feel rich. Forbes goes on to sympathise with the rich by further stating; it would take 7.8 million dollars in 2010 currency to equate to the purchasing power of a mere 1 million 1958 dollars. Having never had more than $ 10,000 in the bank; I find it hard to comprehend how a millionaire could feel financially challenged. Possibly, Forbes could commission another study; to determine a name for the mental disorder which causes such harmful misrepresentations of personal wealth.

Looking into the bay window of a mansion; what do we find? It appears they have more of everything. As well, the quality of their possessions are far superior to that of the average household. I am sure they eat at fancy restaurants, travel around the world staying in five star accommodations. If we are to be honest; everyone desires wealth, fame and prestige. I would love a heaping serving of all three, especially the cash. There are people who smugly maintain they wouldn't want to be rich or famous; I have stood on that pulpit more than once. Such rants usually go on to iterate a bevy of reasons why wealth is a curse. Convincing as these arguments can be; I doubt very much anyone would toss a winning lottery ticket in the bin. Possibly the greatest artificial commonality of global humanity is that we have been programmed to desire and amass money. Money represents freedom; it is seen by a large segment of society as the only viable outlet from misery.

What would I do if I were a multi millionaire?

This question is best answered by honestly inquiring into our personal dreams. It is not easy to remain honest in answering such a question. Ego will want to step forward to paint self as a loving, caring, wonder being. Singing from the highest branches; ego will usually spew a list of altruistic desires akin to sharing the wealth or enriching the lives of others. Like a politicians promissory note; such lists mostly consist of shallow pipe dreams. Blatherings of ego aside; I think we all know the next big jackpot winner is most likely to rip snort it down the highway of self indulgence. Why not indulge! More than likely, the next winner is going to be a working class stiff just like you, me, or the neighbour. The human race has chosen to exist in a state of continual need. We believe everything is in limited supply; therefore, we have been trained to covet and hoard. I would have no problem with people being wealthy, if, everyone had an equal share. There is more than enough for all of humanity to live in abundance.
When it comes to hoarding material wealth; few are more adept than billionaires. It is estimated there are 1003 billionaires in the world today. This represents .0000000014% of the total population. There is no point in even taking a stab at trying to define their lifestyle. It reminds me of the old joke; Question:"What does a 1,200 pound Grizzly bear eat?" Answer:"Whatever it want's."

All kidding aside; billionaires are a problem. In a world that insists on using money to fuel the gears of survival; we take on a massive burden when we allow a billionaire to enslave millions. Think of it this way; there does exist a limited amount of material wealth. Most global economists agree; the total material wealth on the planet is roughly calculated to be 70 trillion dollars. If all this wealth were to be equally divided; each person would have about $ 10,000 in wealth. From this reasoning we can deduce that if one person were to own 1 billion dollars in wealth; then 1 million people would have to be limited to only 10 dollars in wealth to accommodate the rich persons excess. If we take this paradigm to the ultimate level we find a shocking revelation. Conspiracy theorists estimate; the wealth of the Rothschild and Rockefeller families to total over 10 trillion dollars. Wow, that would amount to the equal share of over 1 billion people.

Having tossed about a good deal of numbers in this chapter; I feel a proviso is in order. Using statistical data to support an argument is much like trying to climb an icy slope. We must accept; the ground upon which statistical arguments are made is only as firm as the ethical resolve of those correlating the data. Essentially, an emotional quotient exists; inversely proportional to the scientists vested interest. If I am a dairy farmer adding up total milk production; more than likely my figures will remain true; as there are a limited number of variables and I experience no gain by incorrectly totaling production. If I am an economist determining dispersal of global wealth; more than likely my figures will be skewed by emotional investment. Everyone has an axe to grind, myself included. Statistics are most often used as a whet stone upon which arguments are honed. As such, we must never consider statistics as accurate interpretations based on empirical certaintudes, rather statistics best serve us as indicators of trends. Having now a firmer grip on this icy surface; we can look below to gain a definitive perspective of this shockingly unbelievable global movement toward monetary slavery.

A handful of people are considered trillionaires.

One thousand and three people are assessed as billionaires.

Roughly 10 million people on the planet are millionaires.

About 2.6 billion people are middle class.

3 billion people are lower class eking out day to day survival.

1.4 billion are dying of starvation.

The wealth of the Rothschild family alone could easily feed and house the entire world population.

Hovering in the room like a pink elephant is the big question, how did things get this way?

Most people attribute this ugly situation to economic Darwinism; whereas, financially strong individuals naturally displace weak or less capable competitors. Included in the crass scientific theology is the accepted premise; God's will is being expressed, this is the order of nature. Nothing could be farther from the truth. Darwinism itself is a rendition of nature solely promulgated by the elite; designed to highlight shortage as the promoter of competition. Humans are relegated to constantly fear their inability to maintain a living in this fictional rat race. This delusional depiction of jungle survival is not human nature, nor is it animal nature, it not natural at all. This entire construct is the elite method of using fear to control and divide the masses. Class structures in society are designed to handcuff unity by encouraging us to climb over each other in the rise to imaginary financial freedom. We have all been taught to recognise specific causalities of poverty: lack of intelligence, laziness, instability, criminality, craziness, physical disabilities, or just being born in the wrong place. The root of Darwinian ethos firmly states; equality is an impossibility, moreover, it is a fools dream. The moment we choose to exact a quantitative evaluation; we set ourselves up to create an apex, a mean and it's corresponding nadir. Not every bird will get a worm; one must rise early to capture the prize, thereby earning the right to prosper in health. Having established competition as the basis for existence; society is compelled to glorify success and malign failure. Everyone gets a number stuck on their back; away we go, the race is on. By hook or crook; whomever collects the most paper wins.Standing back from the insanity of fiscal Darwinism, even for a moment. We can ask ourselves; is this who we truly are? Is this the ultimate reason for our existence? Do we need pause to answer these rhetorical queries! Hell no, we are not yet so weak in the knees that our champion, Eros, could be slayed by a paper tiger. Shallow is the mind that trusts a paper God should trump the ultimate truth of love.

In Lak' ech, dear brethren, illusions of love...

Quack, quack, quack...

2011-05-01T10:05:00.000-07:00

Crisp autumn air braced my cheek. Distracted by the sting, I bumped into a strange man. He seemed a pleasant character, idly standing on the corner of Vine and Maple. You know the spot, right next to the old Royal bank. I greeted him a fair morning, he quacked back.

"What's this?" I said, "You sound like a duck to me!"

"Quack, quack quack!" he gingerly replied.

"Very well then my good sir; may I wish you a wonderful day."

"Quack, quack." echoed his nonsensical reply.

An hour or so later; I arrived home from my walk. More than a little disheveled; I described to my wife the brief encounter with the duck. She listened intently, nothing seemed amiss until she replied.

"Quack, quack quack."

Decades passed, we never spoke of that fateful "duck" day. In time; the memory faded, becoming so distant it may have been a dream.

Now, in the autumn of my life, I gush as a warm spring zephyr clears cobwebs of winter from my mind. I find myself idly standing under the old Maple tree next to our local bank. Rounding the corner, with reckless abandon; a young man crashes into my reverie. For a brief moment, our eyes lock. His handsome, rugged strength and unbridled enthusiasm reminds me of my youth long past.

" fjklga rlta fklsak cdkgl flgtr." He states with a smile.

"Quack, quack, quack." I reply in equal bewilderment.

"hfkl tkwlyyo tiwoutp gs ;lafj." winking as he walked away.

"Qua..." deja vu.

The End.

We can read this quaint little story laughing at the idiocy, or, search for truth within. Rarely do we take a close look into the essence of our being. What does it mean to be human? Now that you have finished my little story, please take a moment to answer the multiple choice test question below.

Question:
What are you?

Answer:
a.) Duck
b.) Human
c.) Omnipotent God
d.) All of the above

In Lak' ech, my brethren, quack quack love....

Miracle # 4: Klein Lake: Being the GodSelf...

2011-04-24T11:00:00.000-07:00

Miracle 4./ Klein Lake: Being The GodSelf

Welcome back readers, thus far we have seen the miraculous act out the role of GodSelf saviour. In this, the last installment, of “Tripping" over God, we look at the miracle of GodSelf being. Although a great many blessings have been bestowed upon me in this life, nothing compares to the experience I am about to impart. There have been occasions where I have penned abridged versions of this story; however, I have never sat down to comprehensively depict this most amazing event of enlightenment. This tale, my dear readers, I write for myself, but you are most welcome to join. Let us begin to unravel the events which lead up to the story of Klein Lake.

To preface this story we can utilise all three previous miracles as benchmarks toward the one lifelong goal of discovering the path of unconditional love. I mentioned earlier, I was given up for foster care early in my life. The story reads like something out of a Shakespearean tragedy. My father, a young and unbridled teenager from a wealthy family, wooed my mother, of significantly lesser means. Both were wild youth, carefree and fun loving. I came along unexpectedly, at a most inopportune time. As I understand, they both tried to cope as best they could. My father ended up in prison for theft, leaving my mother to bear the load alone. Things went from bad to worse; some unseen force seemed to be pushing my mother toward a nervous breakdown. Thousand of miles from home, alone, in a strange city, she unlocked the door to our small flat, confident in her ability to determine a future free of pain. She had hatched a plan to free herself from the desperation she constantly felt. Her resolve had finally cemented, filling a hot bath, tranquility flooded her mind. She swaddled me in blankets neatly on the bathroom floor, and then immersed her young body into the warm water. The tiny bathroom was eerily quiet as she proceeded to deeply slice both her wrists with a razor blade. Fading out of consciousness, her last touch with reality was the siren of her now abandoned baby saving her life. I was a little more than a year old, but I guess I sensed something amiss. As the story was later described to me, I wailed relentlessly until the neighbor responded to the commotion. An ambulance was called, my mother placed in the hospital, I was whisked away by family services. Custody was revoked by the authorities who later assessed my grand parents, on my father’s side, as potential caregivers. Initial arrangements for me to be cared for by my grandparents were soon altered because “they felt too old to start again."

I became a permanent ward of the province of Ontario shortly before my second birthday. Over the next three years I was shuffled to a variety of foster homes. My last foster parents kept me for a year and a half before deciding on a move to another province, Quebec. The law would not allow me to be moved out of Ontario provincial jurisdiction. I was left behind, shuffled off to other foster arrangements. My foster mother would not accept the regulations, she continually pressed for me to be reunited with their family. Mostly due to my horribly unruly behaviour, the province relented, allowing me special order dispensation to move and be cared for, in Quebec. This little order meant I finally had a real family; nevertheless, a happy ending was not to be scripted. I always demanded more love and attention than my three other siblings. My parents did not have it in them to even come close to meeting my needs. I grew up resenting the lack of love; this caused me to distance myself from the family in many ways, none of which benefited either my personality or sense of self worth. The underpinning of my psyche established, emphatically; I was worthless, a bad boy, not deserving of love. Over the years these thoughts, feelings and emotions caused many dastardly personality traits to manifest. In effect, I created for myself a reality which mirrored the inner ugliness I felt. By the time I was 18, I truly was a self absorbed asshole. If you stood tall, I had to be taller, if you shared a fact I had to share ten. If I knew more, experienced more, owned more, was more, and then maybe you would love me. I had one close friend who understood me and actually liked me around, many who just put up with my antics and most who preferred to be anywhere I was not. It was tiring to be around me, I knew this, because I didn't like being around me either.
College was just around the corner, I looked deep in my heart deciding to forge a new future. No one would know me, I would never return home, but for brief visits. I could recreate who I was. I could make a new Christopher, someone I could be proud of, someone people would deem worthy of love and respect. No gain was made in the first year; I was too busy with work and school to enjoy a social life. The few people I met found before them a babbling braggart who didn't know shit from Shinola. It was not until I experience the first miracle of rebirth that I charted, in earnest my course. I had found a few clues to my quest for love in the bible. It appeared to me, if you only read the words of Jesus, you had a chance at grasping some of the gnosis within. I outlined my goal in the summer of 1980. I would dedicate my life to discover what love means, moreover, how to share and receive love. Having always been a stickler for planning, I found a pen and paper. I made three lists; one was a compilation of words which to me defined love. The second was a list of actions which I felt would represent me giving people love. The third and final list was a rule book, the sins I would be determined to resolve. I can't remember what the lists entailed, but I do remember the first three rules in order were; no bragging, no lying, no stealing, basically all of my most precious assets at that time.

In addition to my lists and rules, I fed on literature, first world religions, then philosophy, finally shamanic traditions, ancient spiritual texts and hard science, mostly courtesy of You Tube. Slowly my life changed, the phoenix did rise out of the ashes, but not without dedicated fortitude. Constantly, I would evaluate my personality, fettering out the nasties as they resurfaced. Each year, I would ask myself what don't I know about love, what is missing. The search for love became a thirst which could not be sated. How many times I thought I was going mad, would never find the answers, never know the feelings I had known born anew at the tender age of 19. How cruel life can be, to open a door so beautiful, then slam it shut. To taste the freedom of real love, only to have it disappear like etchings, suffering under relentless waves. When I turned 40, I was resigned to accepting the fact I would never find unconditional love. More than two decades removed from that fateful day, each moment still as clear in my mind as a glacial lake. What mists of illusion occupy my mind, keeping me from clarity? I had learned much, I knew love must be a function of unity. Creating a singular from the illusion of separation, I knew it was the embracing of unity which would allow love to be unconditional. I understood that all moments are perfect, no good nor bad, only light dancing with light. My world was not a physical construct, rather it was a reflection of light, perceived by the retina and given form by consciousness. Myself I knew as God, experiencing being eternally in the NOW moment. My ego was monitored by my observer, assuring my path leads to projecting love in favour of releasing fear. Most importantly, the three previous miracles of my life were in perspective. I knew, in each case, it was my GodSelf which carried the burden, not a third party God of which I am now convinced does not exist. Alas, all the knowing in the world did not give me the feeling I yearned for most. Deep in my heart, I knew I would have to accept the journey contained too many steps to travel in this life. I was content in what I had learned; peaceful in knowing how to see beyond illusion, dance with ego, live a good life and awaken my GodSelf within. Little did I know, Klein Lake would soon give me all the gifts I desired and so very much more. I know you have endured a long preface to this story. However allow me to say, this is a very special miracle I am about to recount. The entire story hinges on two key issues. Why did finding love become a life obsession? For this we needed to reach far back to the past, referencing both my childhood and the miracle of being born anew. What led to my ability to grasp the holy grail of unconditional love? Each of the three miracles played a key role: whereas the GodSelf healed me in the first story, carried me in the second, and demanded a new reality in the third. Without the first GodSelf miracle, the hunger to find that loving feeling again, would not have existed. Without the second GodSelf miracle, I would not be alive to write this tale. Without the third, I would not have understood, with my heart, my true being to be GodSelf consciousness. In reality everything you have read thus far, though appearing as four separate events, are truly only ONE. How ironic it is that a metaphor of unity, juxtaposed to separation should play itself out in this tale. It was the discovery of unity which allowed me to become the God I Am, equal in every way, to The God You Are. Without further ado, may I present for your reading enjoyment, the unabridged version of Klein Lake.Our story begins with don Juan Matues, a Yaqui "brujo" or shaman. Don Juan takes on the challenge of teaching Carlos Castenada, a U.C.L.A. graduate student in Anthropology, the "Yaqui way of knowledge". The Yaqui warrior path, don Juan explains, allows one to comprehend all nature to be an embodiment of spirit. He teaches Carlos, that his attachment to the material world of illusion keeps him from being able to discover the many alternate planes of existence which exist. In order for Carlos to transcend this state of ignorance, he must manifest in his life, the heart of a Yaqui warrior. Don Juan teaches Carlos the warrior’s path to truth can only be found with the guidance of a spirit ally. He describes to Carlos how the spirit of the peyote plant spoke to him in a vision. Don Juan further mentions, the Mescalito spirit instructed him to accept Carlos as an apprentice, guiding him down the Yaqui warrior path of enlightenment. Carlos learns from the master shaman, how each person enjoys a synchronism with a specific mineral, plant and animal totem. These special Totems act as guides to the spiritual world of alternate realities. The Yaqui warrior learns, from repeated discovery, how to align with his Totem spirit. When this connection is forged, the doors of spiritual truth begin to open. Carlos's plant ally, don Juan suggests, is the Mescalito spirit of peyote. Carlos, if he chose the path of warrior, would need to become well acquainted with his spirit brother.

Another beautiful lesson Don Juan taught Carlos was how the Yaqui warrior manifested his reality. My most favored example is the story of how a warrior creates rain. Carlos had the impression rain makers used a special ritual to entice the gods to bring forth rain. One day Carlos inquired of don Juan how the process actually worked. Don Juan explains; the warrior does not bring the rain he becomes the rain. There is a ritual of sorts; however, it is the creation of an emotional connection to rain that causes the physical to manifest. Don Juan went on to describe that the warrior focuses his mind on the feelings of rain. Whereby, he creates in his heart the characteristics of rain; the warrior smells the fresh fragrance waft across his nostrils. The cool sensation of droplets falling on his skin is felt. The warrior hears, with his heart, the steady melody of rain orchestrate, for all life, a rhythmically satisfying beat. Deep in the meditative mind of the warrior he becomes rain. The focused purity of the warrior’s intention controls the universe. In real time, emotion becomes manifest.

In reading the lessons taught by Don Juan Mateus, I gained a clearer perspective on the GodSelf miraculous experiences of my past. When travelling down the spiritual path, the universe has a way of carrying you on its wings. Just when you think you hit a dead end, a special book falls from the ether, opening new doors. We must first incorporate one lesson, before the universe can present another. The patient warrior is always rewarded with the necessary knowledge to man up to the next level. Every step on the journey, our higher self is creating the perfect reality required to spiritually evolve. So that we may better understand the journey as it unfolds, it is incumbent upon us to decipher the lessons being taught. How apropos it was, to find myself in front of a wall so great, I could not fathom a path around. Then, to have the universe present three special books from a master Shaman, which would afford passage to a reality I had convinced myself would never materialise.The Plan:

The Plan:

Invigorated with these jewels of newly found knowledge, I began charting a course to follow the advice of master Don Juan. My darling wife, Amanda, was responsible for introducing Don Juan to me. We had talked a great deal about his teachings looking for ways we could apply his wisdom. We both agreed mushrooms would be my best chance at finding truth within. The setting we thought should include easy access to; water, minerals, soil, fire and trees. My plan was to find a beautiful campsite near water, when the feeling was right, I would try to discover my spirit Totem. Preparations would have to be made. I set aside one month so that I might assemble in my mind an emotional connection to the information I intended to draw from within. I had decided my first experiment would include the B.C. coastal mushroom Psilocybe Cubensis. Having had a long relationship with this beauty, I knew it would not be difficult to forge in my mind a concept of her as my spirit guide. The second phase of intent I would direct toward establishing, in my heart, emotions of unconditional love. Continually, I would recreate, in my heart and mind, the born anew experience I had at 19. I remained steadfast in encouraging, as often as possible, those beautiful emotions of unconditional love to course through me for thirty days. Hopefully, this wave of love energy would allow me to commune with my spirit Totem. I was very excited about this plan, especially because, if it failed to work, I could always keep up the search for my true plant Totem. I knew she existed; it was only a matter of time before we would meet. The third and final part of the plan was, in my opinion, the most important. I intended to establish in my heart complete freedom from outcome. Don Juan was extremely clear in teaching Carlos that he must never attach himself to desired outcome. If any aspect of desire was present in his heart, the universe would reflect continued desire as the manifest reality of his NOW moment. One must not desire rain; rather one must know oneself as rain. To help detach from desire, I thought of this entheogenic experiment in terms of a fishing trip. When fishing, I couldn't care less if I catch a fish. Just getting my line in the water and enjoying the gifts of nature is enough. Also, if I couldn't find my spirit Totem on this space journey, then trying again would not be an unpleasant experience. The important thing, I kept telling myself, is the path. Fresh before me was a road to my inner Akasha records. For many years I had read about this bastion of infinite knowledge. Now was the time to leave books behind, in favour of travelling to my inner GodSelf. With thanks to Don Juan, I had an opportunity to find a guide I knew would be worthy of my trust. My meditation remained focused all month on "knowing" myself as a unified being of unconditional love. The last few days prior the the Klein Lake weekend, I really hit the ball out of the park. The weeks of constant mental preparation had payed off, I felt very much immersed in love. I hadn't just created a wave; it seemed more like a tidal wave. Everywhere I looked love was present; the trees, ocean, sky, my lovely wife. I knew something special was afoot; I was more than ready for a new adventure. Amanda and I had planned to enjoy a four day long weekend on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia. The morning of our departure had finally arrived. Our old Toyota Celica, laden with camping gear, looked like a donkey suffering under a camel's load. Slipping into the bucket seat; coffee mug steaming, a few pre rolled fatties at the ready, great music, shining sun, and love in the air, what could be better. Yahoo let the journey begin!Vancouver is a beautiful city, but in my mind, its splendor can never compare to the awesome coastal environment in which it is nestled. Winding our way up the Rocky Mountains on the famous Trans Canada highway, massive conifers frame the newly revealed Pacific Ocean. Diamonds dance on her surface below, a mishmash of pleasure craft and ocean going vessels freckle the deep blue, sparkling background. Arriving at the Horseshoe Bay terminus, we are shuffled in line to await the Sunshine Coast ferry. There always seems to be an edge of anticipation when awaiting departure for holidays. A lot like waiting in the boarding area for a flight. One can't help but reflect upon the pleasures which wait. Even stronger for me, is the feeling of newness coupled with the exhilaration of stepping out of the box we call routine. Having boarded the ferry, Amanda and I made our way to the top deck. We were officially on holiday, the last vestiges of city life swept into the background, like little islands dotting a coast, present but mostly indiscernible. Shortly after two o'clock, the procession of disembarkment commenced. I have always found official order tedious, if not nauseating, it was very much a pleasure to finally be free. After careful consideration of the map at hand, we decided to drive to the north end of the Sunshine coast. Our goal was to find a nice spot for our tent, either on the ocean, or by a lake. By all reckoning, it would take about 6 hours to reach our destination. We would need a little luck to find the perfect site prior to sunset.

The Sunshine coast was every bit the jewel purported in the glossy brochures pasted on the websites we had browsed. Coastal people move about at a significantly slower pace than us city dwellers. Passing through the many quaint little hamlets speckling the countryside brought back pleasant reminders of how life can be simplified. We reached the region of our destination shortly after the sun had set. Having filled our tank at a local station, we probed the clerk about our options for free camping. "No free camping is available on the ocean" we were flatly told. However, the clerk suggested, "there is this nice quiet little lake a few clicks down the road which might just fit the bill. It has about 15 free sites, no electricity, but it does have two outhouses. Every site has water and a solid pick-nick table". The directions seemed simple, drive back south about 10K, keep an eye out for a camping sign which reads Klein lake.

Klein Lake:

Without too much trouble, we found ourselves driving up the service road to Klein Lake. Gravel, crunching under the tires, punctured the still night air. "Look there, on our right, we are finally here". The velvety dark surface of the lake intermittently peeked through gaps in the trees. Perfectly manicured camp sites began littering the service road on left and right. Traces of a few camps barren of residents could be seen. Surprisingly, not a fire burned, it seemed the lake was ours for the night. We inspected the camping area on foot, quickly discovering a beautiful spot right on the lake. Under the glare of headlights, camp was quickly established. Camping never really begins until the evening fire has boiled the first pot of tea. My eyes focused on the tiny bubbles speedily rising to the surface. Two round perforated sacs danced, the aroma of tea wafted from the pot offered a pleasant backdrop to the heavy cedar scented logs. Looking up, I took in the grandeur of Klein lake. The moon, shimmering on its glassy surface, offered just enough light, for nature to etch a mosaic of trees mirroring the still forest, stately resting above her shores. Night fauna remained silent, not a whisper could be heard, no buzzing mosquitoes nor cicadas pounding out their nightly beat. Even the crickets seemed to have preferred the night off. Hot tea steamed from the freshly poured cups, warming our hands and belly alike, tranquility at last. Enjoying a few puffs, my wife and I spent the evening chatting about the days events, reveling in our good fortune. We must have turned in late, the cool night air had already formed a misty layer of condensation on the outer tent walls.

Every seasoned camper can relate to having the damp chill of forest air for an alarm clock. This was how we too were greeted by this very special day. Rising from slumber, I unzipped the tent door to investigate the site we had selected. The lake had a light mist slowly rising from it's surface. The site appeared nestled in a little cove abutting the lake. Formidable trees encircled the site, spreading great roots to and fro. This was exciting; from first glance, it appeared we had found the perfect site. Like a child Christmas morning, I desperately wanted to wake my sleeping wife. She looked beautiful, tranquil and cozy under the blankets. I quietly dressed to greet the day, leaving Amanda to her peaceful state. Having the chance to purvey our surroundings proper, I was left in breathless awe of nature's wonder. Drawn like a moth to a candle, I found myself standing before the tiny lake, transfixed in its beauty. Dark, glassy patches peeked from beneath morning mist. Little water striders skated across the stillness, relentlessly tracking breakfast. The forest, slowly came to life, as a fresh mix of cedar dominated fragrances, invigorating the senses of all fortunate visitors. Chirps, peeps and short melodies from early risers, mingled with the intermittent light buzz of their soon to be flying breakfast entrees. The rising sun cast a soft yellowish hue, bathing warmth into this Godly ecosystem of love. Meditating at waters edge, before me this breathless gift of Gods expression, allowed me to crystalise in my heart, the feelings of unity and unconditional love I had been seeking to manifest all month.

Reluctantly, I left the tranquility of the lakeside so that I might tend to our morning fire. Amanda woke shortly before morning tea could be served. We enjoyed a light breakfast, and then went for a little walk to discover our surroundings. Every campsite was beautiful in it's own way, but none could compare with our little nest. The day passed uneventfully, we took a quick trip to the marina for supplies. I tried my hand at fishing for a bit. Mostly, we lounged around like iguanas, basking in our surroundings, not a care in the world. Before long, I could see the sun uneventfully dip behind the tree line. No big light show to say neither farewell, nor streaks of red painted on a still dark canvass. Just, a quiet dignified goodnight. The fire was just beginning to adopt its evening halo. It was nearly time to don our space suits for the journey to another world. Excited anticipation filled the night air. Plump Smokies, sizzled on the black grill, oozing juices tantalised our waiting bellies with a delicious aroma. There exists a magical quality about camp food. Smokies, barely making the grade at home, become a gastronomical delight when camping. Amanda and I had both planned on eating our shrooms stuffed between bun and dog. Anyone who has eaten magic mushrooms knows great consideration is needed to determine a methodology for stomaching the vile taste. Over the years, I had used a wide variety of different mixes; chocolate is the best by far. The dosage I usually take is about 2-3 grams, more than enough to wildly hallucinate for eight hours. Most the time, when taking mushrooms, I like to drop a hit or two LSD as well. This trip, however, was to be organic, strictly dedicated to the little lady Cubensis. Amanda carefully placed her usual amount, 2 grams or so, into her Smokey. We had used these same mushrooms many times in the past. In fact, as I write this blog many years later, there still exists, carefully tucked away in a mason jar, about 20 grams from the original quarter pound bag. I had planned on taking 5-7 grams for this adventure. I had never taken that many mushrooms at once. Nonetheless, I was dedicated to travelling deep into my mental galaxy, the added fuel for the space ship would be essential.

Amazing Amanda:

Prior to recounting this tale, I would like to better introduce my darling wife. This October 31st will mark our twelfth year together. We met at a local legion; Amanda inadvertently interrupted a snooker match, asking to join in. Our first proper date was to get smashed on extacy prior to attending a Halloween party. The house was small, cramped and poorly ventilated. Costumed attendees of all sorts, paraded around in liquor or drug induced state, ranging from perky to comatose. Music pounded out a rave beat, which only slightly overpowered the din of party revelers. It was impossible to hear one think, let alone carry a conversation. Amanda and I made our way to a friends Chevy van so that we might be alone. Extacy is probably the best drug in the world for a first date. The primary ingredient is MDMA, which acts to produce high levels of serotonin in the brain. The overall effect has the user immersed in feelings of love, compassion and unity. The drug lasts for about 6 hours, during which, a continual state of euphoria is enjoyed. Another apropos side effect is, even the most reserved individual becomes a chatterbox. When on extacy, you are continually prompted to express the beautiful emotions you are feeling. We spoke for hours on a wide variety of subjects, however, one thing stuck clearly in my mind. Amanda asked me what perception did I have of "self". Without hesitation I said, "I am God". She coyly smiled replying, "So am I". Right then and there, I was sure; Amanda would become the love of my life. Some people speak of their partner as a soul mate. I believe it is our higher conscious self which brings us partners, perfectly suited, to further our experiential discovery. This does not, in any way, mean our partners are a perfect match forever. It just defines certain people who trespass across our destiny, become essential ingredients in self discovery. In the case of Amanda and I, we followed the same journey down different roads. Amanda began her path to self enlightenment at the tender age of 15. She was captivated by the work of Aleister Crowley; this led her to the Kabbalah. From this very high ground, she went on to chart the course of her search using ancient tools of astrology, runes, magic and various forms of divination. Amanda has always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge; she is well read in psychology, the occult, science, sociology, ancient literature and all things spiritual. We have both been seeking truth for over 30 years; for me the theme is love, for my darling wife the quest is spiritual knowledge. Having Amanda in my life, is undoubtedly, the single most important ingredient for my spiritual development. The many deep seated spiritual truths she knows in her heart assist me in grounding my own personal search. I could write a book on how much of a spiritual boon my wife has been. However, let it suffice for me to use the following crude analogy. We can all understand the impact steroids have on the physique of a body builder. Having Amanda in my life, is like having an endless supply of spiritual steroids. Although we have used different maps to chart our spiritual destination, we have both arrived at the same location. The essence of spiritual living we feel is best expressed by the Tao. Our ultimate truth of existence is best represented by the Mayan greeting "In Lak' ech" which translates into English as "I am another yourself". On occasion, we hold different spiritual views, especially about Archons and the manifestation of evil. In times of discord we find opportunity to expand our minds, while at the same time, strengthening our point of view. Having to defend a spiritual argument against Amanda's wealth of knowledge is no easy feat. I find, the effort required to formulate a proper defense of a given subject, always leaves me with a deeper connection to personal truths. You don't just walk into a spiritual debate with Amanda, foggy or unclear in your stance. First, I spend a few days pondering my position, bending and molding it like steel in a forger’s tongs. Only when a clearly defined, heat treated, polished and buffed piece of art remains, do I dare present it for consideration. Don Juan spoke of the "spirit ally" to be found in plants, minerals, animals and the elements. He neglected to mention to Carlos that our greatest "spirit ally" can also be found in our partner. Without the guidance, persistence and dedication of my darling "Amazing Amanda", acting as my "spirit ally", the Klien Lake experience would never have occurred. Without further ado, and with a deep bow to my beautiful Amanda, I give you Klein Lake.

GodSelf Being:

Having dropped magic mushrooms, cosmonauts need only wait about half an hour before the effects become noticeable. Slowly my world transformed into a wonderland. Flames, licking feverishly, humbled charred logs. Peering into the ballet of colours, I began drifting off into a past camp fire and a lesson told by my father. Being a metallurgist by trade, he was well versed to voyeur his knowledge of fire. The careful observer can determine a pecking order of heat. The log is the source of fuel he would say. Look closely, notice each flame starts with a gap where there appears to be no flame. This is an optical illusion, the flame does exist. However, it is a clear flame, nearly undetectable; this is where the fire is hottest and most unstable. Just beyond the clear flame, there is found a clear yellow. The tinge of yellow is a mixture of carbon and stabilising elements. This added dimension of the flame makeup, allow it to gain intermittent stability. This increase in stability allows the flame to be detected with the human eye. Next, as the flame gathers integrity, a blue flame can often be seen to persist. At last, my father would say, as if finding a nugget of gold, comes the steak flames. The orange and light red flames are the most usable part of the fire. Remaining stable enough to maintain existence, they offer the camper greatest access to British Thermal Units of heat. I could see in my mind, a little boy, patiently waiting for his dad to reach the deep rich reds he adored. Invariably, as this special moment would arrive, all animation would fall from my fathers face. Without fanfare, he would add as an aside; lastly we find the many varieties of red flames, pretty to look at but all show and no go. Everyone has their own perspective on reality, for my dad, fire was about usable heat. Tonight, with my darling wife present, the dancing red flames spoke of love, synchronicity and unity.

Snapping out of my reverie, I looked up to notice my beautiful wife transfixed in her own thoughts. Studying the palm of my hand, I could see it breathing, expanding and contracting, as whorls of palm prints spin wildly. Space, the final frontier, at last. "Baby, you have a jag on yet." In a subdued voice, the reply eventually arrived to my ears, "Oh, yeah, the fire is amazing."

Unity Scales:

Slipping back into the fire's embrace, I began meditating on unity. Experiencing feelings of "being": a tiny cell, blade of grass, tree, bird, lion, quartz, earth, moon, sun. Each step along the chain, I would fully embrace the emotions, feelings and awareness of the being I supplanted. Unity consciousness does not just happen; the heart must be exercised, if spirit is to be invoked by the higher self. The exercise I just described is much the same as a pianist practicing scales. By constantly delving into this realm of consciousness truth, we learn to allow EgoSelf to yield its tenacious grip. The vacuum created, in the absence of mind, becomes filled by the emotional heart. Heart may now communicate directly with the higher self. Although I have practiced unity scales thousands of times in my spiritual life, I never really captured the essence of the spiritual music. Imagine, a monkey dressed in a tux, pounding out a song on the old 88. Everyone knows monkeys cannot play the piano, they just "think" they can. Thinking is the bane of the spiritual traveler, we must move beyond the limits of the brain so the heart may lead us to the Akasha. I had finally realised what Don Juan meant by
the expression, "being rain". This special night, my spiritual scales evolved into much more than practice, the scales sang out like a symphony of love. The key was in eliminating the mental picture of the creature I wished to become. You cannot "be" an eagle if you remain transfixed with its body, or the mechanics of it's reality. This is where I had always gone wrong. To be an eagle, I needed to move beyond its reality, so that I might embrace its heart. Let me explain the difference. When playing the spiritual scales, I had always selected a being, then imagined experiencing its world. In the case of the eagle; I envisioned what it would be like to soar high above a valley, feeling the wind buffet my wings. Swooping down to zero in on prey found perching on a limb of the highest tree. As beautiful as these feeling are, they represented a mental movie, no more real than the silver screen. On this special occasion, I found myself reaching into my Akasha files to express the reality of the eagle from the perspective of the eagle without my tainted perceptual intervention. Unity means that we are all one being, if an eagle soars above, you can be assured the eagle is you. Therefore, the entire life experiences of the eagle are available to you. Don Juan was intoning that, if the warrior desires, he may reach into the Akasha and ladle out a cup of the eagles reality. As he drinks of this reality, he truly becomes the eagle. I did not realise it at the time, my "spirit ally" had just taken me to the realm of higher self, and the library was now open.

"Baby, this fire is teaching me things."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure."

Raining Information:

Looking up from the fire, my wife glowed with a radiance I have never seen in anyone. She is, the most beautiful woman in the world, however, tonight she seemed angelic. I could feel the love within her, she oozed serenity from every atom of her being. Drinking in the camp surroundings, everything had a special radiance of love. My eyes finally found their way to the heavens; stars twinkled proudly in the dark night sky. Millions of tiny specks painted a universal portrait of unity and love. I could feel each star tug at my heart, as if they were trying to tell me, I love you, I am another yourself. I started to get dizzy, the stars appeared as little specks. They began swirling like snow driven by a November wind. The storm surged against the ebony canopy, then, in an instant, everything stopped moving. I watched in awe, how could this be happening? I could see a light drizzle, but it was not water, sleet or snow. Whatever it was, it descended slowly, trillions of tiny specks falling to the ground, perfectly horizontal. The rate of descent was very slow, about one foot per second. Wherever I looked, darkness prevailed as a backdrop to these minuscule specks. Extracting my gaze from the heavens, the robust fire captured my attention. I was left gob smacked by how much my environment had changed. Everything seemed to glow with life, even the soil had an essence of love as self. I don't believe in the fairy tale of heaven, but if such a place existed, this is what it would be like. The tiny specks finally alit, affording me opportunity to investigate their nature. I was dumbfounded by the geometric perfection of their arrangement. Not only were they falling exactly perpendicular, each speck seemed to be equidistant from the others. Like an army of sages marching down from the heavens in perfect linear order. I placed my open palm out to feel the specks as they landed. I could feel nothing, they were not wet or cool, and this was not rain or snow. Yet, wherever they landed they instantly disappeared. Oh my God, they are specks of light! The stars somehow let loose trillions of specks of light. No, wait, this only looks like light, its information. My God, my beautiful God, you are giving us the gift of Akasha, we are becoming the ONE.

"Darling it's raining information."
"Can you feel it?"

"What do you mean?"
"What are you experiencing?"

"Thank you God, thank you God, thank you God, thank you God."
My greatest desire in life was to rekindle the GodSelf feeling of unity and love which I experienced when being born anew. This, my dear readers was so very much more. Each speck of "light" carried a greater depth of truth to my perception of reality. I experienced a complete and utter transformation into higher self expression. Illusions of ego were forced aside. The onion of deception had been rendered bare, leaving my GodSelf being, as the soul point of consciousness. Love burst from every atom, I could feel my being unite with all manifest reality. In no uncertain terms, I knew myself as God experiencing perfect unity in the NOW moment. There seemed to exist an ocean of love. Wave upon wave washed over my being in a slow, rhythmic fashion. I completely surrendered to love; it felt like riding a wild river of contentment. Whoosh over the falls, out of control, all I could think of was thank you God. Feelings of thanks and praise rocked my essence. Emotions of gratitude poured out of me, I began weeping relentlessly. I spent the next twenty minutes, slowly rocking back and forth, staring at the fire while repeating, without pause, "Thank you God". I must have repeated this simple mantra of thanks hundreds of times. All the while, tears of bliss streamed steadily down my face. This blissful adoration of divine greatness is known in Hindu spiritual culture as Bhatki yoga.

I should take a moment to define more precisely the volume of tears. Imagine, a few tears wetting your face, a dampness forms in the corner of your eyes. Now, imagine a time when those tears flowed enough to wet your cheek. There may have been an occasion, usually a broken heart, where tears wet your cheek so readily they dripped off your chin to wet your shirt. Possibly now, you may imagine tears with the intensity and volume to be experienced as a steady stream. By the end of this experience my sweatshirt was soaked, as well, my pants had become noticeably wet at the thighs. This most beautiful trance of divine worship poured out of me until it was completely spent.

Slowly the environment crept back into view; again it had changed in a most dramatic way. The flora still glowed brilliantly with love, as did all my surroundings. However, the air had changed, in as much as it became present in my reality. I am not all together sure I can define how the change manifested, mainly because we do not have words to express what I saw and felt. Nonetheless, I will give it a go. We think of oxygen as a fundamental life giving aspect of our reality. However, we do not perceive the air we breathe to be a living being. Sitting by the fire, I could see the electricity and life force of the air. It seemed to shimmer, but not like it does in the dog days of summer. The air carried a quality of "beingness" which can only be perceived,or seen by the higher self. As I reread the visual description I have just written, I can see the mess I have made. The problem has arisen because we are not aware the heart can "see" beyond the retinas capacity to relay a definitive signal to the brain. In our natural egoic state, we can only decode a small portion of the reality which can be perceived by the higher self. The higher self, nestled in our heart, can bathe in a countless array of senses, well beyond that of the ego self. This truth is why there are no words to adequately define what one "sees" when the images are beyond the purview of the retinas range of comprehension. What I saw had no colour, light, form, nor texture, yet it could be seen and understood. To describe the feelings I experienced and interactions I had with this being is much easier. Love is the most appropriate word to use when describing the exchange of gaseous beings. Elementary science gives us the understanding the dance of life utilises three primary gases; 78% of the air we breathe is Nitrogen, while the majority balance of 21%, is oxygen. The third component is of course carbon dioxide. When night falls all beings, plant and animal alike breathe in oxygen while exhaling CO2. Carbon dioxide is of course utilised by flora, during daylight hours, as an essential ingredient in the process of photosynthesis. Nitrogen is an inert gas which facilitates the Godly exchange. Beyond the aforementioned clinical analysis, the higher self knows the breath of life as a conscious sharing of love. All beings, from the oxygen molecule to the great cedar express a conscious affinity for love. We do not perceive the oxygen molecule to represent a sentient being, actively aware in the great cosmos, but it most certainly is. It carries with it a "knowing" of love. This truth of being, then becomes, the essence of its existence. In fact, I believe all atomic matter is infused with this eternal spark of GodSelf truth. On this quiet summer eve, my heart watched as the gas creatures danced with all life. My higher GodSelf spoke to many beings that fateful night, without exception, each conveyed the same essential truth. LOVE is all there is, all else is illusion. Beyond this phenomenal discovery, another revelation appeared obvious. Our perception of space is an illusion. Due to the limits of our retina, we convince ourselves vast expanses of nothingness exist. We call this expanse, air, or empty space. When we step beyond this deception, we can define nothingness as a conscious part of the divine cosmos. With this consideration, it becomes obvious; nothing is truly separate in the universe. The atoms which make up this being I call Christopher, is not separate, in any way, from the atoms of the sun, which will gift me life in the morning. This is the truth of the Akasha; oneness of being, unity of heart, unconditional love as the keystone of experiential knowingness.

Entropy of the Divine:We live in a matrix of illusion, convinced that all living beings will eventually die. The first law of thermodynamics states; matter cannot be created nor destroyed. The second fundamental law states; no isolated body, microscopic or macroscopic may remain free of systematic entropy. Science goes on to predict the speed of entropy in terms of half life. These theorems do hold material truth; however, a fundamental error in judgment arises from physicist’s inability to consider the true nature of existence as a unified field of eternal consciousness. Using an example to define this enigma, we need look no further than our own corporeal body. We experience birth, life, death, and then return to the cosmic dust from which we were created. Quantum physicists, running down the rails of string theory, will convince you your body exists as a result of quantum probability. They would maintain, the quantum field carries infinite possibility. From this infinite, humans evolved out of the oceans of our planet. This is the science of separation, whereas, all matter remains isolated, limited and fated to expire. Staring into the microscope or telescope makes no difference to the scientist, their retinas are fated to belie the truth of reality beyond the physical.

Watching the fire consume, I began pondering the illusion of death. Quantum probability and her brother entropy are hollow explanations for our raison d'etre. I wished for a more clear understanding of the process of death, what was the hereafter really like? I thought, if I meditated upon the tunnel of white light, possibly, I could initiate the afterlife experience. I closed my eyes to begin meditating, suddenly an inspiration overtook me. I opened my eyes, placing my hand in the center of the fire; I seized an ember the size of an egg. Amanda never batted an eye, to both of us, it seemed perfectly normal that I should be holding a burning ember. I blew on the ember making it dance gracefully, tones of red, pink, grey and white swirled on its surface. It seemed like the most beautiful treasure in the world, sparkling, shimmering it began communicating with my higher self. Its message was undeniably clear in my heart; I am you, we are love. As I leave you, look, see the magnificence of my return to source. I gazed over at my darling wife who seemed transfixed with ember in my hand.

“This fire contains infinite knowledge darling."

“I am this ember, I am God."
I began to see 0's and 1's float endlessly from the red hot ember: 01010101010101011010101100101011010110011010100111101010101010101010101010101010101010101010110101011010101011110110101010100000010101010101010110101010111111111010101000001010101010101000000000000101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101100. Blowing on the ember, created a stir, the numbers began swirling. Rolling it around in my fingers slowed down the rising numbers. Holding it still, I could see them begin to rise in a steady stream to the ether.

“I see in this ember, myself, rising to the infinite."

“Nothing dies, all life gracefully ascends to unity consciousness."

“This ember is on it's journey home."

“I can see 0's and 1's rise from it as it transforms, from one perfect state, to another."

“This is so incredibly beautiful honey. God is so beautiful."

“Thank you God, thank you God."

“Be the God you are my brother ember, go home, thank you so very much."

I tossed the ember into the fire with a joyful farewell. Instantly, the entire fire started releasing streams of binary numbers. Looking up at Amanda, glowing ever so beautifully, she too had a few numbers rising from her head, neck and hands. Shocked, I looked at my hands, here and there, 0's and 1's were rising. It appeared, as the heat source increased, so did the binary display. Tears began streaming down my cheeks, I had realised, from the depths of my heart, all is God.

“I can see 0's and 1's everywhere baby, on you, me, the dirt, trees, even the lake, can you see them."

“No I can't Chris, what does it look like."

“The movie the Matrix, but not quite."

“Not as many 0's and 1's as they show in the movie. Except maybe the fire, steady streams are coming off the fire, only a few on you and me, even less on the plants, trees, soil and rocks."

“It’s amazingly beautiful; everything in our world is on a slow, steady, path to reunification of the ONE."

In Lak' ech:

I set my attention back into the depths of the fire. Flames leapt from source, speaking steadily, the language of love. For hours, I had been hearing a constant echo in my mind; I am you, we are one. Wherever I looked, the same thoughts, feelings and emotions reverberated through every atom of my being; separation is illusion, we are love. Picking up a handful of sandy dirt, I could feel love and unity, I am this sandy soil. Tilting my hand slowly, a cascade of sand fell like a waterfall to the ground. I was transfixed by the motion of each grain as it trailed to the ground in abeyance of gravity. I felt my body become light as a feather, I had become one of the grains. I could feel the slight rolling movement, like a child rolling down a great hill. Quickening of pace, gave me a sense the edge was near. My suspicions were soon confirmed by the sensation of freedom from gravities oppression. Plummeting to the ground in slow motion, I saw my brothers with me in free fall. The experiential change of being a grain of sand completely overwhelmed my senses, tears streamed down my face. I am everything, my universe is not separate from me, it is me, and we are God.

“How are you doing baby?"

“I’m really high, how are you?"

“Amazing, I feel so connected to everything. I am this fire, the sand, plants, lake, trees, stars; there is nothing I am not."

“Thank you God, thank you for showing me this beautiful unity."Alchemy:Becoming a Western Hemlock:
I stood up, took a deep breath, felt like I was going to pass out, promptly, I jellied my way back into the chair. My reality had been flopping around so much the last few hours, standing seemed to become a monumental task. A few moments later, I assembled enough composure to remain erect. What a treat this new posture was! The world seemed much different from up here. The air was cooler, lighter and fresher. The forest seemed to have awoken to my presence, beautiful leafy brothers were beaconing me to play. Grasses and large leafy plants of all types oozed a fresh aroma, replacing the fire's steady smell of burning cedar. Positioned in the center of a large patch of waist high ferns offered exhilarating whorls of life energy. A few meters away, the fire cast a yellow glow on my darling Amanda. Stars speckled the dark night sky, a light mist blanketed the lake, it was a perfect night for communing with spirit. Campfires spotted the far shore, a faint whisper of laughter and conversation further added companionship to the steady pulse of nature. Silhouetted against the dark night sky, a scraggly old Western Hemlock caught my attention. Although this old man had been around many years, he never acquired the ruler straight majestic rise to stately forest dominance as his kind most often do. Standing ten meters or so from him, offered me an appreciation of his challenging life. He had chosen his birth on a 30 degree slope about three meters from the water edge. A large unyielding boulder abutted the base of his trunk, forcing him to grow up the slope before he could point to the heavens. This odd birthplace endowed him with a bent base of strength. Nonetheless he survived, growing straight for many years until lightning severed his top, to which his answer was to create two. The pattern of his growth in the upper branches indicated he struggled greatly with lightning, not uncommon for stately giants who choose to exist at lakes edge. His many branches in asymmetrical order indicated he must have been a steady target for deer, known to love fresh hemlock shoots. I could feel the pain of the many assaults he had endured. Pondering upon his life, I began to realise we two are not so different. The start of my life was awkwardly bent like his. I had endured many trials in life, but, like him, I survived to finally grow straight. I could hear him whispering to my heart, come closer my brother, I am you.

Alchemy; Becoming a Western Hemlock:

Entranced by his majesty, I was pulled toward him. His silhouette began to take on a more personal form. The fissures in his bark could be seen, then the individual needles. Finally a wave of love entered my body as I breached the field of his magnificent aura. Tears immediately streamed down my face, I had never felt this much love in my life. This old character had been expressing pure love for more than 100 years. Panning up from the base, a dizzying assortment of branches crossed the night sky. I grabbed a small handful of his needles, rubbing them together to create the beautiful fresh aroma, a famed hemlock characteristic. In this moment, my brother represented to me the epitome of God's love. I could feel his energy pulsating through my body. I pressed my face to his trunk, wrapping my arms around his girth; I hugged him like a long lost friend. Great joy flooded my body as wave after wave of love blanketed me in his compassionate warmth. My body began melting into his. Possible the best way to describe this feeling is if I suggest you imagine the tree as water. Now, imagine, as you hug this water tree you slip into it. Lastly, imagine, as your body slips into the tree, your sense of self becomes transformed into the tree. This was, by far, the most bizarre experience I have ever enjoyed. Half way into the old boy, I could feel the presence of two beings, half human, half tree, all love. With reckless abandon, I pushed my way into the core of his being. I had released all cognitive trace of my human self, in favour of, experiencing his perfect GodSelf truth. I was now, completely, utterly, a Western Hemlock. Hindsight, allows me to reconstruct a human perspective from this non human experience. Said reconstruction derives from distillation of core gnosis, I later interpreted, from the perspective my brother taught me of his reality. Although I present this gain of gnosis in real time, it should be noted, years of fomentation is what affords us this current descriptive model of events.

The most compelling alteration in perception was the distinction of self, or should I say, lack thereof. This great being has no sense of separation from his universe; there is in fact no thinking process whatsoever. I found myself in a mindless reality of feelings and emotions. Without the computer running the show, all that remained was a "beingness" of love energy. Oh my brethren, mere words will never fully express how this beingness radiates with light and love. To offer a glimpse into what I saw, I ask you to, once again, use your imagination, and help me out. You're floating in white space. Your entire reality is bathed in the, brightest, white light you could ever conceive. The light is soft, warm, inviting, it is all that exists from the perspective of sight. Sensations of time, space, physicality are not present in this reality. You, are not present in physical form, you have become a wave of energy. There is a definitive "knowingness" of being, which can only be expressed as love reciprocity.

Feelings and emotions became the only medium of information in my new world. I could feel the energy frequency of all living beings. Sun, Earth, water and air are the primary beings which dominate my reality. However, I am also aware of the continual trespass of countless life forms, all sharing love.

Sophia, my mother, gives sustenance for life to exist. She emanates a deeply profound expression of love. All living beings within the earth’s atmosphere dance to the beat and resonance set forth by Sophia. Her selfless love represents the macro template for all her children to emulate. I could feel the beat of her heart echo through me. I am one child of trillions, however, I can sense, from my roots to the tips of each needle, a special love resides in Sophia's heart for each individual child. From the breast of Sophia, I thirstily drink a rich and varied diet of minerals, specific to my continued existence. Mother teaches; I am you, we exist as one, so that we may experience the glory of gifting love. Know me, so that you may sense, the gifts we share are eternal.
My father may not be present at this moment; nonetheless, I can sense his glory is nearing. I wake, as he rises, a warm blanket of love will soon caress my being. Father is the great rejuvenator. Capturing love from the ether, he spreads it throughout his realm. King of kings, father tirelessly gifts his children with the life giving force of love. In the brilliance of father's love, his children expand, becoming more than they were in his absence. Divine truth tells all fathers; their children may only grow when love is present. Dearest father, I feel in you an endless sea of love. It is in this feeling, I know, love is all there is. Father teaches; I am you, we exist as one love. Know me and the extent of my realm, be all that I am.
My brother water found pulsating through my being like rivulets of love. Water and I do not dance in ignorance of love. I can feel my brother give himself to me. He is the eternal carrier of love energy. Like a travelling proselytizer of ultimate truth, he navigates throughout my body, leaving emissions of love. My brother, the magician, takes on a variety of different forms. Soon he will become a gas, fill himself with love from the ether causing him to crystallise back into water form. A new journey will commence, destinations untold, where water will gift the life giving force of love. Brother teaches, I am you, we exist as one, share this love I now give you. Know me and we will magically travel through the body of all conscious life.
Sister air caresses me, the ultimate seductress, animating my expression of reality. Artful as a ballet dancer, she gracefully bestows love upon my world by offering an eternal theater of cosmic delight. Entering me with a whisper, she breathes the life force of love into every atom of my being. Beyond sustenance, she is my dance partner. Taking hold of leaves and limbs, she encourages me to step lively to the beat of loves melody. She plays with love, changing the pace of music to suit her will. Soft slow melodies are her favorite, however, if her mood is right, she can be found spinning wildly across the dance floor pulling me to and fro. Sister teaches, I am you, we exist as one, love has motion, it begs to play. Know me, so that we may experience love as an eternal dance of unity.

Beyond the primacy of my world, I sense a bevy of light signatures, of which, I share a symbiotic exchange of love. Some waves of love are barely discernible, slowly moving within my reality, affecting little influence. While others seem to flit in and out, leaving definitive traces of mobility in their wake. I have no concept or definition of love, but yet I know my self as love. I cannot define my form, nor can I define a reality separate from self, nonetheless, I have a knowing of communion with other love frequencies. This family of love teaches me, we are you, we exist as one. We each reflect different frequencies of reality, bound to each other, so that we may share love.

Human Again:

Lying on my back, I could see distant stars sparkle in the moonlit sky. The foreground held a large Western Hemlock proudly silhouetted. This initial image, captured by my retina, decoded by my brain, acted like a glass of cold water, snapping me back to reality. Memories of the experience flooded my mind, tears gushed out of me, as I slowly began to comprehend the magnitude of the gnosis learned. In an attempt to solidify the experience, I closed my eyes to replay the entire experience over and again in my mind. In the backdrop of this resolution, a chorus paid homage by honoring the divine experiential bliss of unity and unconditional love.

I thought to myself; for decades I had searched for this moment, never could I imagine such phenomenal beauty existed. Mining knowledge from great texts, I hungered for nuggets of gold. Leaving literature aside, a sacred mushroom totem guides me first to a fire which speaks untold knowledge. Next, the stars descend from the heavens, raining cosmic dust of knowledge. The fire, acting as interpreter for this cosmic dust, clearly defines the language of the stars. Now, I discover this old Hemlock tree, offering me his perspective of reality, crystal clear, perfect as a diamond. Thank you, God for showing me truth. Thank you so very much for using such an amazing display, to teach me ultimate truth. I am you. Beyond the trappings of illusion, nothing is separate, everything is love. I have been seeking love all my life, now I know myself as love. I have always desired the love of others, now I see there are no others, we are one being, one God, our eternal nature is love. Love was a gift I had dispensed from my mind, a synthetic version of the real truth I now discover in my heart. Drinking this night from the grail of truth, I bask in the glory of your light, thank you God. Although time may carry away this moment of bliss, I will never forfeit the certain truth of unity and unconditional love etched so deeply into my heart as “knowingness".

Thoughts of my darling wife, sitting alone, prompted me to return to the fire. Each step toward closer to the glow carried me a little further from the enchanted wonderland I had visited. Feeling the warmth of the fire, I ventured a greeting.

“How are you doing baby?"

“Great, where have you been?"

“I was visiting with an old Hemlock. You won't believe what I just experienced!"

“I became a tree, I wrapped my arms around him and melted into him!"

“He taught me all about his reality. He knows love honey, he really knows love!"

Amanda listened quietly and intently as I recounted the entire experience. It was a treat to relive the adventure yet again. I bubbled in excitement, describing the simplicity and inherent beauty of life. Over the next hour or so, I babbled on, illustrating to Amanda, what I had learned and how it felt to be a tree. When speaking of unity consciousness, I was convinced the entire human race had evolved to a new understanding of reality. Looking across the lake at the glow of other camp fires, I remember telling Amanda.

“They know baby, they all know, everyone on the planet is unified now!"

“What do you mean Chris?"

“It’s not just me Amanda, everyone is experiencing unity consciousness, right now!"

“Our reality is changing Amanda, we are changing."

“We are Gods in our world darling, I am like Zeus and you are my Hera."

“We have made this reality; we can forge whatever future we wish."

“We only need imagine, it will be."

This concept of change had my mind reeling with possibility. How would things change? Am I going back to work? What about the kids in school, surely they won't need school now? What about money, possessions, materialism, will all of that just go away? The scope of consideration is so mind blowing it's hard to wrap my head around it. For a while we were both quietly lost in thought, the fire dwindling down to coals had the odd determined log poking out from the ash pile. Cool night air pushed us to decide, either stoke the fire, or, retire for the evening. Amanda, relenting to the massive expenditure of energy, announced her intention to call it a night. Realising my tank was empty, I reluctantly agreed, it was time to reenter earths atmosphere and safely land our ship. In the true style of James Bond; we two cosmonauts, made passionate love prior to reentry. Driven by emotions of unity and unconditional love, I experienced a singularity with my wife I never thought possible. Forged in that moment; was a special bond, which can never yield to the weathering of time. What would tomorrow bring? Had the human race really evolved? Will our reality change? These questions, trampled across the landscape of my imagination as I quickly drifted off to a new dream reality. Waking the next morning, I remember being confused. Had the world changed? Leaving Amanda to sleep, I quickly dressed excited, to look experience my new world. I don't know what I expected to see, however I did expect a big change. Walking around the camp it appeared nothing had changed, or, everything had changed, depending on your perspective. The remnants of the fire spoke of finality. The plants and trees, although beautiful were not glowing with life speaking knowledge in my ear. The old Hemlock, wise benefactor the night before, solemnly refused to converse. I thought of his anticipation of morning. Caressing his bark, I knew he would now be basking in the bliss of father's glorious love.

Humanity had not evolved, our world was not changing. Tuesday morning, I would find myself at work, smiling and dialing. The disappointment of knowing humanity would continue in darkness, was buffered, by the gift I had been given. I had changed. My GodSelf, allowed me to release ego long enough to instill in my heart unconditional love. On occasion, ego preys upon my sense of self, however, the experience of Klien Lake; forever returns me to the truth of unity and the power of unconditional love. Godself, so beautifully magnificent, he whispers softly once, my perception of reality changes forever.

To quote the famous Martin Luther King, " I have a dream." I see a day soon, where all humanity, will embrace the truth of GodSelf reality. To me, Klien Lake represents a peek into our future. Many speak of 2012 as the nexis of a shift in our perception of reality. December 21st may, or, may not, be the last day of this reality, however, I am convinced, unity consciousness quickly nears. If, my suspicions prove correct, be prepared to experience bliss.

In conclusion, I ask you to take from this tale the truth of GodSelf being. Even though you may not follow in my steps, know that your true essence is love. Seek to discover a life of unity. Know that you're not separate, in any way, from the life forms you encounter. If literature has limited your spiritual perspective, possibly, the lessons of master Don Juan may promote you to seek a spirit guide. Even though you may not hear the whisper of your GodSelf, the tradition of In' Lak' ech can still be your mantra. You may choose to remain separate, or, you may choose to unite. Listen to your heart, can you hear the whisper?

Kitty and the Dolphin: Sharing love....

2011-04-13T09:27:00.000-07:00

Namaste everyone, cut and paste this link below to enjoy a great video of a cat sharing a special moment with a dolphin.

http://beta.uk.video.yahoo.com/vyc-24875442/yahoovideo-24875443/cat-and-dolphins-playing-together-24875449.html

In Lak' ech, we are all ONE...

Miracle # 3: The Fall and Rise of Deegan

2011-04-04T07:13:00.000-07:00

Miracle 3./ The Fall and Rise of Deegan: GodSelf Commanding Reality

The third miracle I encountered represented a transformation in my perception of self. The location was Vancouver and the event occurred at the 1999 Molson Indi Raceway. Each year two close friends and I would attend the great annual racing event. Captivated by the explosive cars and the exploits of our favorite racers, the Indi was one of the premier events of the summer schedule. Ideally we would sneak in, or try to scoop some free tickets. However, more often than not, we would find ourselves relegated to our usual perch, high up a pine tree, adjacent to the track, only about 20 meters from the action.

To establish some perspective, Vancouver is well deserving of the title drug capital of Canada. Having never been an introvert, I counted myself a casual weekend cosmonaut. Once or twice a month we would take a trip to unknown mind warping destinations. This was a time in my life when a major summer event meant copious amounts of drugs will be consumed. We started the morning puffing on a few fatties while updating the racing prelims on T.V.

If I may introduce the star of todays show Deegan. Deegan is a large svelte man 6'4", about 190 to 200 pounds with not an ounce of fat. For quite a while I thought he was fit but not solid, until we wrestled one day. Being ten years younger than me he was fast, however most notable was his mass. In short order I was overwhelmed, having to tap out. He looked down with a wry grin saying " You thought I was skinny didn't you ". His muscular body marked by the odd tattoo, short shaved hair and boyish looks proved to be a winning combination in many ways. He is a most lovable chap, always quick with a smile, which invites you in a warm sort of way. Deegan never really cared much for school. His mind was always more concerned with finding innovative ways to skip out, so he could partake in the two greatest loves of his life; drugs and skateboards. With high school done, but not completed, Deegan set out to make an impression on the world. His was the stamp of drugs, skateboards, sex, raves and hip hop. There was simply no time for work, I know this first hand as I was his boss. When he did show for work, he was a great salesman. Cuddly as a little girls favorite teddy bear, he wooed everyones attention, shortly after, I would see him typing in their credit card number. He was well liked by all the staff and management. We wanted to move him into a lower management position, but his real life, would not allow us to consider giving him responsibility. I envied Deegan in many ways, he was unique, courageous, fun, honest and trustworthy. More than anything, I had to admire how, at 28 years of age, he fulfilled the role of skateboard sex God. I mean this guy woke up with a different girl( or girls ) four or five days out of a week. He was the quintessential babe magnet.

So that we may balance the picture in your mind, Todd, as well, deserves some background. Todd or " Toddy " as we affectionately called him, was my best friend. He stood 5'9", weighing about 160 pounds, he was a handsome man with an intelligent flair. Short hair, with the casual business look so common in Vancouver. Having graduated from university, coupled with a penchant for reading, left Todd was well suited to speak with intellect on many subjects. Todd was the kind of character who tried too hard to be liked. Deep, unresolved insecurity of being abandoned by his birth parents caused him to be overzealous in demeanor. Todd was always trying to please, thereby gain the love he so desperately desired. Having experienced the same abandonment, and being 11 years older, I could relate to his plight. I saw Todd as a younger self, I desired greatly to ease his burden with spiritual truth. My means of manifesting insecurity was to be a know it all braggart, you can imagine the torment I created with that little foible. The tell tale sign of Todd's mangled fingernails reminded me of my days wrapped deeply in the darkness of egoic embrace. For years I lived the exact same mental hell of ego. I knew Todd better than he knew himself, I could see the matrix behind his every though and action. Having been there myself, I helped him make sense of his working ego mind. It was synchronism which brought us together making us close friends. Often we fail to recognise how we attract, from the cosmos, all souls which further our path, especially the ones which wreak havoc in our lives. However, when looking at the relationship of Toddy and I, anyone could see the natural bond. For those who did not know him well, Todd was a captivating and enchanting gentleman, well liked by all.

Back to our story, shortly after 8 am we loaded up our water bottles with meth amphetamines then made our way to the track. The morning was crisp, fresh sea air wafted across my nostrils as we made our way across the Denman bridge. As the first meth jags kicked in, the tranquil morning city, eerily contrasted against the synaptic havoc of my buzzing mind. Rounding the corner of the domed B.C. Place stadium, our Hemlock tree stood majestic in the distance, silhouetted against the morning sun. Anticipation whirled with the meth buzz, my head danced a little jig, while my belly went south for a moment. Very soon we would be way up there, cranked up senselessly on a cocktail of assorted hallucinogenics. In short order, we were relaxing under the shade of the big old girl. Puffing on a pre-rolled fatty, we took a moment to compose ourselves prior to the big climb.

The old girl yielded gracefully to our ascent. I have always loved climbing trees, the feeling of accomplishment is only slightly tarnished by the fear of falling. Limb by limb we picked our separate paths, the smell and ambiance of the climb was especially invigorating with the meth accentuating every beautiful detail. Having finally reached the top, we no longer had to yield to the golden rule which clearly states; no hard drugs for anyone until everyone is secure in their perch. Picture the following in your mind reader; we are approximately 100 feet off the ground, or about 9 floors in condo lingo. My buddy Deegan was first up as a result he was perched at the very top. Deegan has to deal with the smallest branches for support, the upside was he enjoyed the best view. I was about four feet below on the next largest branch which could sustain my weight. I had a good spot, the one I take every year we find ourselves sitting in her embrace. The branch was big enough to allow me to straddle it comfortably, another branch about two feet up, slightly to my right, made a most perfect backrest. Just under me by three feet was Toddy, this was his favorite spot as well. In fact, without the two big branches for his seat and a third for a backrest, we would never get him this high. As well, Todd always had his safety belt, firmly securing him closer to the tree than a teenager holding his date on prom night. I doubt a hurricane could have dislodged him from his little nook. The time was 9:15, in about 45 minutes the long anticipated auto race would commence.I passed out the LSD, Todd passed about the mushrooms. We had agreed upon 2 hits of cid and about a gram of shrooms each. Along with the meth in our water, it would more than suffice. I know what you are thinking reader, this is insane. Possibly so, but in our mind we were experienced cosmonauts performing an annual tradition. Nothing could have made more perfect sense, we could see 80% of the track and were poised over the most exciting series of corners. This was a ritual, rituals required hard drugs, thats just the way things were in the summer of 99'.
The goal was always the same; get stoned enough to forget you were 100 feet in the air, but not so stoned you loose your balance, thereby proving you were wrong to forget in the first place. The logic really is impeccable, if you are high enough to understand!

Cars and drivers made their grand entrance, swerving side to side as they lap the track warming up the tires. The beasts grumble at the crowd as they pass, speaking surely to the pent up power begging for release. The mid morning sun burned away the last vestiges of freshness in the air, it was going to be a hot day in Lotus land. By now, we were all getting our jags on right proper. Colors twirled like in a kaleidoscopic, sounds and smells represented personal mini events to be admired in awe. Looking at my hand intently, I could hallucinate on the whorls of finger and palm prints. The patterns spun in little circles moving in and out in a rhythmic dance. The life lines seemed to be long deep ravines, I poured a little water in the palm of my hand and the ravines flooded across my "hand world". For those of you who may not be familiar with the universal litmus test for hallucinations, you just read a first hand experience, excuse the lame pun. Back from la la land, I was ready for some summer fun in the sun, guess what, it was race time. Finally the cars aligned for the race start. Great anticipation awaits the start of all Indi races. The first corner always proves to be a real test of nerves for the racer who demands the pole position into corner two. Our tree was right above corner one, we had bets on who would exit corner one first, with the greatest of anticipation we awaited the start. Gentlemen start your engines, Toddy spouts off " shit man I started my engine half and hour ago. "Beep, beep, beep, beep, bang! Off they go, tearing down the straight, screaming engines race toward us, then, throttle down at the last possible moment, punching hard to the corner apex. Wow, screeching tires wail as drivers lock their breaks jockeying for optimal position. Smoke fills the air, tires screech, in a heart beat, they whiz around corner two and three before opening up the raw power of the engines, accelerating at break neck speeds disappearing out of view down the back stretch. We look at each other. Burnt rubber fills our noses, engines roar in the distance, huge grins paste our faces. Pupils the size of saucers, sucking back with vigor the spectacular show of might, nothing could be better. With pounding hearts, we catch our collective breath, rapt in the moment of anticipation of yet another return lap. Around 11 am, with the race a third complete we ran out of rolled fatties. As I was the fatty taskmaster, I commenced rolling a few. Not that marijuana was needed mind you, it is just a pleasure we were all accustom to enjoying. No good soldier lets down his comrades in the heat of battle. Focusing on my joint, I heard Deegan make a small groan. I looked up briefly to notice he looked a bit pale, well, maybe more than a little.

" Hey Deegan are you okay up there ".

" Yeah man, I'm fine just a little light headed.

" Why don't you buckle up to the tree like Toddy? "

" Nah man, I'm fine, finish the fatties, I could do with a puff. "

Obligingly I finished up, rolling two more after that. I should have payed more heed to his pallor, just as I was working on the fourth Deegan collapsed. His feet were about where my knees were, so as he slipped off the branch he slid down like a sack of potatoes on my shoulder. Shocked, I wrapped one arm around his torso and the other arm, dear reader, I wrapped around the tree trunk. It was completely impossible to hold Deegan with both hands and expect to remain in the tree. Deegan is a big man, I had the tree firmly, Deegan was another story, but no way was I letting him go. The tree top began to bend under our collective weight. The once firm lock on the trunk couldn't be relied on for much longer, it would either snap or bend too far beyond vertical to offer support. Deegan began slipping as I tried to manage both problems at once. With one last ditch effort I used my knee to support him so I could let go of his torso. I prayed this tricky maneuver would afford me a chance to grab his belt. It worked, I had his belt and was holding on for dear life. The edge of the leather cut into my hand as if it had a mind of it's own for freedom. All of this happened in a matter of 15 seconds or so. Suddenly realising I had Todd, I screamed out.

" Toddy, we lost Deegan "

" What the fuck do you mean we lost Deegan "

" Look up you idiot "

" Holly shit, Deegan wake up, Deegan! Deegan! "

" I can't hold him Toddy, help me. "

" I'm too far down Chris, Deegan wake up! "

The tree was too thin for me to manage this high up. The top had bent a good 10 degrees off vertical, I could barely hold on. We were just about to both go down, it was an impossible decision to face. To remain steadfast, meant to hold on until we both fell, then try to sort things out together on the way down. The only alternative was to let go and allow a good friend to plummet to 14 stories like a pinball careening of rubber posts. What would you do reader, I had the strength to hold on but the tree was giving out?

Deegan started falling in slow motion. Frame by frame he fell. First, his head hit a branch solidly enough to hear a thwack, like a boxer striking a side of beef. This contact forced his head to snap back affording me a slow motion recording of his inert face. It all happened so fast but so slow at the same time. He careened off another branch, smacking his back, with a resounding crack which foretold of a broken limb, bone, or both. His body tumbled forward, exposing to me the image of his back accelerating in free fall. All I could think of was that Deegan was definitely not going to die; not here, not now. Imagine the scene, a good friend plummeting over 100 feet, the chances of survival are bleak at best. I focused all my will and intent; I screamed two words.

" God, NO!!! "

When I say intent, I should define the emotion in my heart as empowerment. I was, in no way, making a plea to God. No begging, hoping or praying. I simply made an emphatic demand for the madness to cease. Instantly, Deegan floated to a soft landing draped over a large branch, perched precariously 70 feet or so above safe ground. Todd later went on to describe the event with a most perfect description of a rock and a feather. Todd was transfixed, motionless, white as a ghost, with a blank stare of amazement pasted on his face. Quickly I scampered down the tree, passing Todd as he began the tedious task of undoing his safety belt.

" So you think he is alive Chris? "

" I really don't know Toddy, he whacked his head real hard and might have broken his back, it was a long fall. "

" Go get him Chris. "

" Toddy, what does it look like I am doing, get out of my way if you can manage that girdle of yours."

Finally reaching Deegan, he was clearly unconscious. I was terribly afraid he might come to before Todd could unstrap himself and get to us. I checked his vitals, his pulse was weak but steady. Knowing he was alive, allowed me to breath again. My body started convulsing as the the impact of the adrenalin became noticeable. Leaning back against the thick trunk, I allowed myself a moment to fix my bearings with some deep breathing. Deegan looked so peaceful, as if nothing untoward had happened. Todd had reached us, the scare had him carefully hugging every available limb. Without his belt set up, Todd was always a little leery climbing, the accident compounded his fear to almost unmanageable levels. He ventured a tentative look down from a couple feet above.

" Is he alive Chris? "

" Yes Toddy, his pulse is stable but he is unconscious. "

" What are we going to do now, we can't carry him down, he's too big. "

" We are going to revive him Todd, but it will be risky, that is why I have been waiting for you. " I need you to come down here and we will both hold on to him while I try to wake him. "

" I'm not sure I can do that Chris, what if I end up falling. "

" Give me your safety belt then "

I looped the belt around Deegan securing him to the limb. Todd passed down his water bottle allowing me to freshen Deegans face. Having had the chance to see the situation did not unhinge Todd, gave me the final bit of needed tranquility to finish the task at hand. He was visibly shaken, but remained coherent and competent in assisting me to deal with the beleaguered Deegan. I was very concerned Deegan would freak out if he came to. Carefully, I placed my body in the most favorable position to assist if things went wonky. I cooled Deegans forehead and cheeks, he quickly came to, without a single stir. Opening his eyes, he focused in on me, inquiring " What happened, where am I? ". I explained the events that transpired, he took it all in and said " What now? "

" What now you silly bugger is that you are alive, we will take some time for you to get your wits about you then get off this bloody tree and kiss the ground. "

" Cool, lets do it Chris. "

" Just hang on Rocky, your going to have to pass some tests; like what day is it, where are you, how many fingers and that sort of simple Simon bullshit first. "

" You are so whacked I can't tell anything from your pupils."

" You hit your head hard Deeg, I'm worried about a concussion, you might slip out of it again. How does your stomach feel"

" I'm fine, Are we trippin. "

" Just my point Deeg, yes we are tripping, do you remember the Indi? "

" Aw shit man, I passed out didn't I, sorry to lay that on you guys man. "

" No problem Deeg, but I did just explain all this to you two minutes ago."

" Man your lips were moving but nothin was coming out. "

" Fair play Deeg, have some water. "

" Isn't it laced tho. "

" Does it really matter Deggan. "

" I guess not Chris, I guess not. "

We all three, made our way down the tree uneventfully and with great care. We spent the next hour or so rehashing the event, covering off each minute detail from all perspectives. Almost immediately Todd piped up,

" This was a miracle man, God saved your ass Deeg. "

" I don't know about that Toddy, you know I'm lucky. "

" You weren't there Deeg, you didn't hear and see what I did. "

Deegan, well he never really participated consciously, so he could not say for sure. The physical evidence of a miracle was present. When we checked Deegan out there was not one scratch, cut, bump or bruise we could find; nor did one manifest later. Imagine Deegan fell forward face first 8 feet, smacking his forehead hard enough to drive his body backwards. Then he plummeted another 10 feet, hitting his back with enough force to make a loud crack, thereby pushing his body 180 degrees back forward again. Finally he fell another 12 feet to land belly first draped over a big limb. When considering the instantaneous salvation, coupled with the complete lack of marks gave me the confidence to suggest we partook in a miracle that summer morning. Todd was convinced by the way he saw Deegan land safely, to this he said.

" Chris man, as soon as you said God NO, it was like Deegan changed from a rock into a feather. Man he floated, I don't care what anyone says, he floated. Even the way he draped over the limb, God placed him there. I will never forget this, not in a million years. "

From my perspective, I can tell you emphatically the events that transpired were not caused by a God separate from myself. My GodSelf took over, demanding a new reality be present. Answering such a focused cry for action, the universe simply responded. Many would see such an event as drug inspired delusion, or tactfully put, good old fashioned dumb luck. Todd and I know it was so much more, it was a GodSelf miracle, manifest before our eyes. In my youthful experience of being born again, I perceived a separate God had offered salvation. Later in the Congolese jungle, I thought God had again intervened on my behalf to ride the miles I could not. This experience was much different, this time I knew it was not God answering a call, it was my very own GodSelf which orchestrated the miracle. I knew God was within me, not without as I had been taught. This fundamental transition in ideology afforded me the needed perspective to understand the existence of GodSelf being. The genie was out of the bottle my friends, nothing in my world would ever be the same.

Miracle # 2: Africa, A Testament to Survival and Love

2011-04-01T05:43:00.000-07:00

My second brush with the miraculous occurred eleven years later in the Congo. Some of you have already read this post. If you have read this you can understand why this story deserves the merit of miraculous. For those who have not read this story, get ready for a wild ride. I had undertaken the task of riding a mountain bike from London to Capetown. Crossing Africa alone by bicycle proved to be a daunting endeavor, the trials and tribulations were significant to say the least. This is going to freak me out, in the 20 or so years since this happened I may have told this story only four or five times and I have never taken pen to record the events. However, the events that unfolded in a Zaire jungle then, forever changed my life.

The location was a small village about 150 north of Kisangani in Zaire. The mud roads ( calling them roads is most generous ) were horrific. Loaded with pot holes and fallen trees most vehicles were lucky to accomplish 30 to 40 KM per day. On my mountain bike I could manage about 75km per day ( yay, the only time ever I experienced a bike to out travel a truck ). Two days from Kisangani and I was knackered. The sun was just starting to set over the forest canopy as I spied a small village sitting near a river at the bottom of a long ravine. I wish I could recall the name of the village but like the names of the people all is now lost. What remains etched in my mind is the memories of their faces and the lesson they taught me.

I coasted down the road being welcomed by a throng of villagers. In remote regions like Zaire it is unbelievable how loving and giving the people are. I am fluent in french so the children were very excited to learn they could communicate with me. One must understand this village was not unique, everywhere across the continent I was received in much the same manner.

The cities in many African countries are dangerous and you need your wits about you, but the villages are rarely short of wondrous.

The children's shouts drew the attention of the village elder who quickly made his way to the growing group. We spoke, embraced and I was invited to take a smoke before they prepare the evening meal. The children gathered around as much as allowed while the men sat down for a pipe of ganja and the women prepared a special feast. Great debate soon swelled over the quality of our weed and the elder shouted a few words to a boy who sped off in service. Moments later the boy came running up with a small bongo, a pipe and about three pounds of grass. The elder insisted I take this gift so that I may remember the good people of his village. I refused to accept it as a gift, insisting instead, on trading some money so they could buy sugar and coffee beans. The elder agreed and we bartered on how much I should pay.
It may seem odd to be offered a gift and then find oneself bartering over the cost, but in the world of the elder it was a very natural progression. After a few pipes the elder and I both felt pleased in having established a fair price for trade.
Dinner was served by the fire, the elder sat next to me ensuring I was amply fed and cared for. We enjoyed a wonderful meal with enchanting conversation. The fire was stoked as a warm companion to some coffee and a few pipes. Well into the evening now, the forest ecosystem created a subtle din against the backdrop of stories recalling rich village legend. I can remember the full moon cast a lovely glow on the flora, leaving me feeling very euphoric as I opened the door to the small hut provided me. The huts are round and made of straw and mud. They are about large enough for the wooden bed with about two feet on either side and at the foot. I settled into my sleeping bag drifting off to the orchestra of the jungle fauna I would so love to hear again. Morning comes early in the jungle. About one hour before sunrise the birds wake, not long after, the monkeys get everyone up. There truly is no better way to greet the day. Lounging in my bed, I hear a steady flow of little feet and giggles. Anxious the children are to take advantage of the early hour, hoping I would show my face before the elders catch up to them.
We take breakfast as a family enjoying coffee and a pipe later while the women chase the children to chores and busy themselves. The men were excited about the prospects for an afternoon hunt. Village scouts had reported much game on the move. I very much wished to participate in the hunt but was not offered and would never presume to ask.
I did however have the opportunity to join in the village prayers and dances. Offerings were made by all, with thanks, for a successful and safe hunt. Looking into their eyes as they offer up prayers you can see the manifestation of intent. Such concentrated focus would be the envy of any, new age, intention group around the globe today.
In lieu of attending the hunt I made arrangements to join the girls on a fishing trip.
This was something to see. We made our way down the river maybe a kilometer or so until the girls found just the bend they wanted. They had no fishing poles or nets, no hooks or line, all they had were five gallon plastic buckets.
I was perplexed, I had my rod and reel and enough tackle to catch most smaller fish. I figured on maybe finding a few worms or bugs and a hook if they didn't hit the artificial stuff.
I started a pipe and then rigged up my rod. The girls were doing nothing but watching in amazement my every action.
I began to think maybe they expected me to catch the fish and fill those buckets. Well I casted and casted trying all kinds of widgets and gadgets but all to no avail. The girls found the entire scene very amusing, delighting at my expense, we all had fun. After about an hour of this one of the girls brought me some fresh papaya. The fresh papaya is fantastic fruit for reviving the senses. I lit up a pipe relaxing by the shore watching the morning sun dance across the river.
Well don't you know it, the girls started working, they were here to fish after all. At the apex of the elbow was a small marshy area about 25 feet in diameter, they were using the buckets to dam off a small part of the river and fill the marsh area. Understand this is no small feat, there were nine girls, seven were bringing in the buckets of mud/sand so two girls could construct the small dam. It took about two hours of steady work until they could fill and seal the marshy area. Like all the villagers, the girls refused to let me help. So I sat back reading my favorite book, smoking my pipe and enjoying the jungle fruit brought to me with regularity.
They all took a lunch break with me when the work was done. We sang songs, ate lunch, then splashed around in the river laughing and giggling.
Work recommenced just as the sun was passing its apex. Phase two of the fishing trip involved the girls using the same buckets to empty the gooey swamp. Singing song of praise and thanks, they labored tirelessly for about two hours until all that was left was a quagmire of mud knee deep to all but the eldest girls. One girl was assigned to maintain the integrity of the dam while six others skittered about yelping and screaming with joy and excitement as they seized their prey. The other two girls remained steadfast in bucketing the mud onto the banks looking for anything that might flop. The day ended with the dam being broken up allowing the river to ebb into the quagmire, in time clearing the debris for the next fishing expedition.
For their rewards they caught about 150 fish, the largest maybe 4 or 5 inches. They had managed to fill about one third of a five gallon pail. Making their way back to the village you would imagine they had caught 200 pounds of fresh salmon. The joy, gratitude and thanks those girls exuded that day brought then, as it does now, tears of love to my eyes.
The men were back from a successful hunt, the girls were bouncing with excitement for the coming festivities. Ladies, who had busied themselves most the day preparing all sorts of breads and side dishes were now setting the evening feast. The entire village was abuzz with excitement.
Indescribable was the meal in it's vast assortment of tastes and textures. After a hard day watching the girls fish this was just what I needed.
We migrated back to the fire as the evening began to cool. A pipe and a few stories was to segue into the Sunday evening commune. The Chief,
or elder if you like, asked I join him in offering prayers of thanks for the bounty the earth has provided his humble village. We sang and prayed under a canopy of straw, the breeze passing through the un walled building offered up an aromatic pleasure making everything seem surreal. Looking around I could see the entire village about 60 or so of us on benches before the altar, the 150 or so villagers without a seat crowded around the perimeter of the structure. Sight, sound, smell, sharing, my world became a euphoric paradise of love.
We settled back to the fire for a few stories and pipes. One of the men asked about my fishing trip inquiring of my success. I admitted I had no luck but extolled the success of the girls. Everyone around the fire found it quite amusing ( as if they didn't already know ). We talked about fishing in the area and they told me of a sacred lake. I mentioned, I wish I had the time to go there and try my luck, to this comment was more laughter. Perplexed, I asked what was funny. They said you can't fish there, it is forbidden and you would not catch fish if you tried. My reply was why? I was told that this is a very special and magical lake, if I were to cast a net or a line the water would run away. Please explain I said. He told me the water would always run away from you. If you try to approach the lake for water or food it will surely run away and give you nothing. To this I replied, I need a few more pipes. The fire almost consumed, wood has become coal leaving now ash the end to what was a perfect day.

I woke early embracing the love of the few who stirred, I felt sorrow in the knowledge I would soon leave this beautiful village family. I say village family because all the elders treat all the children just as their own. As well, all the children respect and love all the elders considering each as a parent. The result of this is confusing at first when you hear one man speaking to twenty or so children calling each one my son or my daughter. Conversely each child would refer to each elder as father or mother making it appear like one child has many fathers. In fact this is the essence of their demeanor, they truly are a family of 200. Imagine, if all people around the world treated their neighbor as a sibling or a parent! How easy it would be to find love replacing the corporate fear paradigm.
I digress..., the morning passed in a flash with a meal and, you guessed it, a coffee and a couple of pipes. With my bicycle panniers packed I bade a sorrowful farewell to my new family, or so I thought.

Shall I continue, I hope I am not boring you...

For those who may think this cycling thing sounds like paradise, and are considering buying a Trek 900 mountain bike with the intent of crossing Africa, let me say. You have no idea how gruelling it is. In Zaire alone I suffered malaria, intestinal infections, bowel infections and dysentery so bad, I would shit myself at least four or five times in a days cycling. When I saw my doctor back in Canada he told me my insides will never be the same, twenty years later he is still right.
For those brave souls who disregard my advice, you will find, a divine synchronicity between your survival needs and the graceful love with which these villagers are prepared to offer.

Back to the story....

The sun has just passed its apex as I start the climb out of the ravine, looking back I see bright faces and waving arms. The road is in good shape here, so close to the village it gets used often. I appreciate the relatively smooth surface as it appears to be a good two kilometers to the top. My muscles feel good from the
re hydration of my body over the last two days. The recent abundance of good food has helped to curb the dysentery, so all is about as good as it gets for a days ride. Half way up the mountain a couple of young men, in their twenties or so, offered to help push me up the mountain. ( For those who don't know it is an extra source of income derived by the boys and young men by pushing trucks, land rovers and motorcycles out of mud holes. Cleaning of said vehicles after muddy ordeals is another service often provided. Providing of fruit and food while the pushing and cleaning is done is yet another opportunity to get, what I call, sugar money )
I was happy for the assistance, especially because my muscles were not yet warmed up. We progressed up the mountain around a couple of bends. It was in the last few hundred yards from the top I heard a metal ping sound. Something metal had dropped from my bike landing precisely on a large rock. I looked behind me to see only one man was standing on the road about twenty or so feet from the bike, where was the other?
I looked closely at him, for some reason he looked scared. As my eyes spied the panniers I noticed they were all open and emptied. In stealing my belongings he had dropped my spoke key. It is a fairly heavy solid steel tool and probably one of the only things in my bag that could have made such a distinct noise. Anything else falling and I probably would have never discovered their plot. Or even if it had fallen in the mud or dirt the alarm would have never been sounded.
I looked at him, he looked at me, then he bolted running down the road disappearing around the bend. ( reader please note I had been robbed seven other times in Africa, once at knife point in a nasty little cafe in Tetuan Morocco. Three of those times in Lagos, good reason why the consulate warns you about Lagos )
Instinct kicked in and I dropped my bike running after the culprit. He had a good head start, I never expected to catch him but I had to try. As misfortune would have it he made a very poor choice. He ran down the hill, around the bend and yet another 100 yards or so to second bend. There, he was standing on the apex of the bend looking intently to see if I was to come. Why he didn't just get around the corner and hide in the jungle I will never know. Ten feet in the jungle and he would have been a ghost.
Even at that distance I could see his eyes light up in fear as he saw me barreling toward him at full speed. He made a second mistake. He stayed on the road running down the mountain, again the jungle would have still kept him free. I crested the corner where he once stood. Realising that I had made up more than half of the distance I doubled my effort. If he buckled down and ran hard he probably would have gotten away, instead he kept looking back, by doing so, slowed himself down. I was just about to grab his shirt when he finally dove head first into the jungle. I was so close I just followed. The ground fell from beneath my feet and I found myself tumbling down the mountain head over toe. I came to rest about 100 yards down the slope landing firmly on my thief. ( Please understand reader I am not a violent man, to this point in my life I had been involved in only one fight, and that was on the hockey ice. )
I am ashamed to say we fought and I beat him until I could no longer raise my hand. I took off his belt, tied his arms behind his back, and told him he was going to drag me back up this hill. We made it back to the road and up to the bicycle. I had some rope in my front pannier which I used to retie his hands. We were both fatigued and sweaty, my guard was down and he jumped on my mistake. He slipped his hand free and lunged at me biting my lip. My God, we were attached! No matter what I did, I could not get him to release him maniacal grip. I poked and pushed my fingers in his eyes, no use. I grabbed him by his pants, literally lifting him up and kneeing him in the balls, three four times, no use. I grabbed his forehead and his chin and yanked my lip out of his mouth leaving behind a large chunk of my lip. I fell back and he came at me again, a vicious attack with his teeth. I put my hand out to prevent him from clamping onto my face again but he managed to get my finger. I yanked my hand as hard as I could, breaking my finger and leaving a nasty chunk of flesh behind. He got up leaving me on the ground soaked in blood. Again he started to run down the mountain, but now it was more like a stumble. I was defeated, I rolled over watching as he fled. I noticed the rope, which I had firmly tied to the one hand, was trailing behind him as he ran. I picked myself up and began pursuit. I was closing on the rope. My eyes were fixated on that rope bouncing in a weird pattern off the dirt road. Time seemed to slow, I bent down, picked up the rope, and drew in the slack. As soon as the slack was taken up, I did with a most malicious intent, yank on that rope for all I was worth. His arm made a loud pop as it dislocated pulling him horizontal before collapsing in agony on the ground. I jumped on him looked him straight in the eyes and said " Tu est mort ". I wrapped the rope around his neck and pulled with all my might. Just at that moment two young boys shouted " Arretez, Arretez ". I woke, just then, to the dreadful realisation I was killing a man. I let go of the rope, rolled him over, hog tied him and told the boys to take him to the village. I walked back to my bicycle, sat down and wept. Recovering my composure, I made my way coasting down the hill. Before I had a chance to reach the village many were running up the hill. My white T-shirt was covered in blood, a good part of my lip was missing and none of us could comprehend what this event would bring to this loving village.I was led to the same hut I had used the past two days and given two squares of gauze and a mirror. I looked into the mirror and saw a horrible mess. My vanity set in, all I could see is a future with a messed up lip, then I thought. What is all this biting about?
My lip and my finger, no punches just teeth. Does he have aids? Zaire is dealing with a national aids crisis right now. Have I been doomed to their fate? My friends, I was loosing my mind.
The elder opened the door to my hut, we talked for a long while. He was grief stricken. He told me of the great shame his sons had brought on his village. He wept as he told me quick interrogation of the captive had disclosed there were three working together. He mentioned that he had dispatched all the men and boys to search the jungle until they find the other two. As well, he had sent their quickest boy to a larger village twelve kilometers away to get the Gendarme ( police ) to take the thieves away. He had food and drink brought to me asking that I rest until the police arrive.
The afternoon passed, a poultice was made for my lip. What ever it was, it performed excellent in stemming the bleeding and promoted quick mending of tissue. As well it froze the area a bit, like at a dentist, but not quite as much.
I ate what I could for dinner but my demeanor was very solemn. It broke my heart to find myself involved in such an affair. But also I was hurt and very angry at what had befallen me. I was a bundle of confused feelings, none of them good. Where was the love and euphoria of yesterday?
After dinner I sat with some of the elders over a few pipes, the mood was very somber. The chief elder asked that I pray with him and a few others. We went to the prayer lodge asking for blessings of grace. The chief later turned to me and said, " although I have lost three sons, one is of my blood ". " His position in the village is one of great responsibility. His sin is one I cannot forgive, he is no longer my son ". Tears welled in both our eyes as the gravity of his loss set in. We returned to the fire, smoked in quiet for a while then parted for the night. Making my way back to my hut the moon was still full but the glow on the flora was not to be seen. I was trying to read and just as I was putting out my pipe the Police knocked on the door. I scurried like a child hiding my weed as I answered their call. The night was late, they were not happy ( as it turned out the only vehicle in their village is the police chiefs landrover and he was away until the next day, so they had to walk all the way, 12 km to answer this call. )
They asked I join them in the elders hut for a discussion. I was asked what happened, I told them everything, including my attempted murder on the thiefs life. They asked what was missing and I lied. I told them everything that I knew was missing, but I also told them two hundred dollars U.S. was taken. There was no $200, I wish I never said there was.
No matter what, I wanted those three to pay for my lip and pay for the aids I might be carrying. I didn't want the police letting them go because I was just a tourist out of his depth and they were locals, so to speak.
The police informed me the village men had captured the second thief and will surely get the third, as he has no where to go. They told me I would have to attend the police chief in their village to file a proper report. As well he suggested I should rest as we will leave mid morning.

I returned to my tent, tried to read or sleep but neither was possible, I laid there victim to my thoughts. In the background echoing throughout the village was the screams of the two men as the police tortured them for information and confession. The night grew on, I drifted off to sleep in a eerie silence, it seemed the entire jungle was holding it's breath.
I woke about two hours before dawn to stomach cramps, nothing unusual if you make the tiolet in time. My finger throbbed and my lip ached while my stomach was doing the two step. I placed my feet on the hut floor ( which is the ground ) and gathered my composure. I felt a couple of bites on my foot, then a few more on my leg. Damn these buggers really bite. I lifted my feet up and reached for my handy zippo. A flick of the zippo illuminated the floor showing a steady flow of army ants, or whatever they are called. The entire floor of the hut was moving. The only way you can get them off is by picking them off. Trying to sweep them away is useless. In all the commotion I shit my pants, damn not again.
I got myself sorted, took extra underwear and pants and made my way to the toilet. For those who don't know, it is a concentric circle of thatch with a large hole in the middle and two sturdy logs across. You should have a picture of me standing on the logs with my ass sticking out dropping a load. And that is exactly what happened for the first few minutes until the log broke. Yes my dear readers, I found myself covered from head to toe in shit and piss. I vomited, like I have never vomited in my life ( even worse than when I pounded back a fifth of tequilla to celebrate my
25th birthday ). When I finished vomiting, I vomited some more. I started climbing out the hole. However the shape I was in with my broken finger and pounding head I couldn't get out. I fell back submerging myself no less than three times before finally extracating myself from the excrement. I made my way down to the river stripped off and tossed away my clothes, I guess at least I didn't have to clean the shit out of my pants, that is never fun friends.
I cleaned up,making my way back to my hut just as the birds were getting up. I smoked a few pipes and before I knew it the police were knocking on my door to go. They were able to recover about 80% of what was taken but the $200 and some odds and ends were still missing, albiet with the promise all would be recovered. The one thief admitted the third guy has my money.
The police led myself, the thieves and the chief to the village ceremonial square. In the harsh light, I could see heavy bruising on their legs, torso and arms. Since neither could stand in one place for more than a second, I assumed the soles of their feet had also been beaten. Moreover, the damages I had inflicted on the thief who I fought had not been tended. To this day, I cannot imagine how much emotional and physical pain they were in at that time. Nor, could I ever imagine then what was yet in store for us all.

A goat was led into the square and a villager took a large knife cutting it's throat in one swift motion, I nearly puked. Then and there he gutted the goat and tied it around the neck of the man I fought. Around the neck of the other thief he tied a sack with all the retrieved belongings they stold. To this man's waist a live goat was tied. All of us stood back in utter silence as the ceremony was performed and accusations were announced. The chief said a few words denouncing from the tribe all three villians. All I could think of was that somehow I was the, real, third villian.
Ceremony complete, the police ushered the two thieves away with me following about 50yards back. As we left the camp the eerie silence was broken with the sounds of great sorrow and loss. Soon the sounds faded as the jungle engulfed our group. It was a most arduous journey my friends, 12km through a hot jungle. I was spent from the day and night before, I cannot conceive how the thieves could move, let alone walk with a load. We took breaks, but not enough. As the thieves stumbled, they were beat with sticks until they regained their footing to continue. I let them get a couple hundred yards ahead, so I wouldn't have to experience the violence up close. How did any of us make it? I don't know. I passed out in the infirmary as soon as I arrived, the other two didn't have that luxury. I regained consciousness jolted by the screams of the tortured men. I looked at the I.V. in my arm and slowly regained the realisation of the nightmare.
In my brief absence, the two men were torured by three different police officers. They were going up the rank comparing notes as they went. By the time they were done, niether thief could speak. I witnessed this as they were dragged to the village square semiconscious.
The bright sun made it feel like a cheap spaghetti western.
I watched them tie the two men back to back against a large tree. The tree was big enough they couldn't see each other. The chief of police walked out into the courtyard greeting me with great interest. He went on to rant to a growing crowd.
" How terrible these men are to the reputation of the government of Zaire. No mercy should or will be spared in retribution. "
I could barely stand up. My head was spinning while my stomach was dancing the Cha Cha. The chief, noticing my unsteadyness, grabbed my arm making appologies for keeping me in the sun. He ushered me into his air conditioned office. The cool air steadied my senses allowing us to procede with the task at hand, the deposition. I dictated to him the events as I knew them, trying in some way to reduce the damage my lie about the money would inflict. He would have nothing of it, he assured me they would find the $200 dollars. Or, he would meet me later with recompense from the government coffers. About ten or so minutes into the interview the thieves began to scream, the torture had begun anew. We took two hours to compile the whole story, typed in triplicate with the aide of carbon paper. The report was typed one letter at a time, the chief liked to type that way.

When all was done, the chief ushered me out of his office to proudly present the defeated thieves. Off and on during the interview this very large man ( one of the biggest men I have ever seen ) used a heavy hemp rope with knots tied in it to flail the two men. Rendering them unable to respond to the chiefs questioning, even after buckets of water were thrown on their lifeless bodies. Defeated, dripping unconscious in blood, the crowds started to disperse, the show was over.
I was ushered to a room in a small hotel, if you could call it that. I was informed that missionaries who heard of this event were prepared to take me as a passenger to the city of Bunia where I was receive proper medical help, and inform my consulate. The chief said he would meet me in two weeks when he must travel to Bunia for business. As well, he had me over for dinner. His property was lavish as was the dinner. However, his pride in brutal justice along with constant boasting about his new prison was difficult to bear. He insisted on giving me a tour of the prison, the conditions were dreadful, he could not have been prouder because of it.
Back at the " hotel " I laid my head down and slept like never before. The next morning arrives with the do good missionaries fulfilling their mandate to rescue my sorry soul. They seemed odd, by example, they had a land rover with some luggage on the seat. Instead of moving the luggage to the back and offering me a seat they asked me to sit in the luggage area. I was not about to complain, riding a land rover bouncing around in the back is still far better than walking. We arrived in the village, I collected my gear and bicycle loading it into the land rover under great protest. The missionaries thought I would leave my bicycle. It took about 10 minutes to convince them the bike was essential. After all, there was plenty of room for everything.
They relented, so with a few words to the elders and some pictures I was off. I knew the trip was about 150 km which I suspected would take about two or three days even with a land rover. The cold demeanor of the missionaries was a caution, but what could I do? I was an emotional and physical mess. I couldn't ride, not with my finger broken, my lip and a litany of other health issues. Dehydration alone could do me in.
No matter if I could ride or not, it soon became apparent I was not going to be able to maintain the company of my compassionate missionaries.
It went like this... The passenger started berating me about flaunting my rich lifestyle infront of these savages. How are they supposed to refrain from the devils work when evil people like you are acting as temptation? Then the driver chirped in with his barrage. On and on this went for about and hour. I tried to argue my point ( which is something I could do well ) but my brain was just not working. Instead of reason, I started yelling and screaming obsenities about their probable propencity for young black boys. The land rover came to a quick stop, soon after I found myself assembling the parts to my bicycle.

The first three days on the way to Bunia was all a blur. I remember sleeping in a ditch under the stars the first night. After that, I can only remember the focus it took to make sure the next peddle is pushed down and the constant pain, even my hair hurt. Willing my legs to continue turning the crank, I fell of my bike many times. Each fall felt like a dream, I was far beyond the pain one receives when falling of a bike. Get up and turn the crank I would say over and over in my mind, just keep it going. I persevered until I passed out unconscious in the ditch.

I have no idea how long I was out for, all I knew was that it was now dark and I had passed out. I was very, very scared. I thought I was going to die here in an African jungle miles from nowhere. I began thinking about the love for my family and friends back home. I imagined what it would be like for them to get consular news of my death, never knowing what happened or how much I loved them.
I cried and cried, then I prayed like I have never prayed before, or since. I begged God to give me the strength of my brothers and sisters, of my parents and my friends. I begged that their love and energy should come to my aid so that I may find the strengh needed to survive.

At that very moment, a wave of peace and love came to me. I was still a mess but somehow I knew I would make it, I knew God was with me.

( * later I came to understand it was my own Godself power which I had accessed )

I righted the bike, fixed my light on the road and recommenced turning the crank. The entire rest of the journey to Bunia was surreal. As if it were a dream that cannot be remembered. As I have no recollection of what transpired, I cannot explain or comprehend how I made it, how long it took. From the very moment I remounted the bike, my GodSelf completely took control of my reality. For all I knew, I could have flown on the wings of an angel. I know the first few days were slow maybe 20 - 25 kilometers per day, that would have left about 75 to 100 km remaining. I guess, if the same pace were maintained it would have taken another three to four days riding as spirit. How many more days of cycling did it really take? Did I sleep? Did I eat? Everything was and still is a complete blank slate.

I arrived in the city around dusk, immediately coming to the attention of a police officer. He had spied me across an open courtyard quickly determining I required assistance. I remember looking at him, wondering, why he looked so concerned? He asked me my nationality, I told him Canadian. At once he said I know where to take you, they will tell me what to do.

He guided me to a home about a block away where a representative of the Canadian government lived. This gentleman was establishing a new agriculture project for the city. In addition to his job, he acts as a vice counsul representative. ( I may have the term wrong, in essence, he acts in the capacity of the consulate, fulfilling some duties but without the title. )

Salvation:

We stood on the stoop as he rang the bell. I was in a haze, but I will never forget the look on my saviours face when he first saw me. He picked me up, took me to the living room calling his wife. He was asking the police officer all sorts of questions, but all the police officer knew was that I was Canadian. They phoned a doctor who lived near to visit. Within minutes he was there prodding, poking and asking questions. The doctor suggested they watch me closely through the night and to call if my condition deteriorated. His assessment was I would be okay, but it would take time to heal. I was to see him at his office the next day to x-ray the finger, sort out the lip and clean up my dysentery. Stitches could not be used as it had happended too many days past. The next day the doc fixed me up some more, he said I had to wait three months before I could get an aids test, then another test after six months determine my fate.

I cannot describe to you dear readers how this man, his wife and two children saved me. They own a beautiful home with servants who love their work. Their garden looked over a gorgeous vista of jungle groves. The smell of of their garden was heavenly. They had many books for me to choose from, most importantly they had all the old tunes I love. I had the house to myself. The servants were so gracious in putting up with Leonard Cohen over and over and over.
I cried and cried, my heart felt like it was ripped apart. As my health improved I felt guilty for surviving this ordeal when it was likely the other two or three men were doomed. I kept seeing the fight in my mind. I could not shake the image of his face purple with the rope tied around his neck, knowing how the anger raged through me unabated. The many images of torture; from the butchered goat to the 12 km march, ending in the final beating tied unconscious to a tree. The screams of those two men rang in my ears almost every moment. I felt like I was loosing my mind, I just wanted to die. The love of this remarkable family was the only thing which kept me from a psychiatric ward. They cared and loved me like one of their own. They fed me, cried with me, cleaned dirty bedsheets, and comforted screaming nightmares. They led me gently back to health. Before leaving, I was speaking with the father. He told me how pleased he was to see me recover. He admitted that when he first saw me he thought I was a ghost. In his words, " there was nothing there, nothing in the eyes. "

I met with the police chief two weeks later as planned. He said he would be able to have some money for me in a couple of days. He winked at me, with a wry smile he said, " one of them is dead, the fighter ". " He killed himself with a knife in his cell. The other one will suffer the same and the third we will find. " I got up and without a word left his presence, never to see him again.

I left the company of my saviours the next day. I had imposed on their hospitality enough, as well, Uganda was calling me. With great sorrow and joy I looked back on the town of Bunia as it faded into the jungle. There was road ahead, people to see and lessons to be learned. Down goes one leg, up goes the other, the crank starts to turn, man in motion.

The events of that time took many years to resolve. I still have difficulty keeping it all in perspective. A couple years ago my wife bought me Lenard Cohen for my birthday. We were eating dinner as the music began and I realised it was the same album that kept me sane in Bunia. I tried to hold back the emotion but ended up breaking out in sobs. We learn compassion from the strangest of places. Our heart breaks from the oddest ordeals. Souls dance with us in loving synchronicity, giving up their very existence on this plane so that we may discover our true nature. I cherish the three thieves and pay greatest love and respect to their memories, all who danced with me during those days. The miracle which occurred in the Jungles of Africa was not the surviving but rather the three day or four day trip my GodSelf spirit made on my behalf to ensure my safety. I have absolutely no recollection of how I managed to ride a mountain bike covering nearly 150 kilometers of the most difficult African terrain. In perfect health, I could not have managed such a feat of endurance. How did I do it? Impossible to say, unless you accept it was in fact a miracle.

Post script. I ended up loosing my diary which had the names of all the party members. As a result of post traumatic stress ( and maybe too much weed ) my memory for recollecting the names was hopelessly lost with the diary. I did not like refering the the elder as the elder, the thieves as the thieves or the family who save me as the family. In this omission I mean no disrespect and have for years felt terrible that I cannot honor them all by name.

" Tripping " over God...

2011-03-31T13:38:00.000-07:00

April fourth will mark my two year anniversary as a blogger. I have taken great pleasure in sharing my thoughts, feelings and emotions with the world. As well, I feel extremely fortunate to have become privy to the copious information accumulated in the video content below. Faithful followers of my writing understand well, my focus is to afford the regular reader a path to unconditional love. I believe the greatest strength of my site is in the video content. I often maintain, the video compilation is designed to act as a puzzle. Each piece, has been carefully selected, as an integral part of the whole. The focus, is to take the uninitiated through a cleansing of mind so that illusion can be seen. Peeling the onion of deceit, we slowly open locked doors which, in turn, allow us to forge a new construct of reality and self. I have always suggested, if one is asleep, they need only assemble all these pieces of the puzzle and their life would transform. Alas, as is often the case, this great archive of information lies mostly dormant as billions of televisions flicker in darkened rooms.

In my blog writing, I try to augment the video content by offering a humble perspective on reality and unconditional love. I endeavor to tie science and spiritual truth together so that both left and right brain may become stimulated. My desire is that my work should be thought provoking, interesting and entertaining, thereby causing the reader to pause, reflect and discover. I take great pleasure in communing with my brethren, thanking each of you who choose to partake in my little blog odyssey. To commemorate this imminent anniversary, I wanted to write a special blog. For a long while, my wife has suggested I write a blog about how I discovered my GodSelf. For myself, my darling wife and you the reader this is that story. Each day from Now until the fourth I will add another miracle.

" Tripping " Over God ( four short stories of GodSelf being )

When presented with the miraculous we naturally envision divine intervention. Samuel L Jackson and John Travolta offer, for our amusement, a good example of this enigma in the movie Pulp Fiction. Shortly after their characters experience a miraculous event, they toy with concepts of divinity. I do not believe divine intervention exists as portrayed in the movie, whereas a benevolent God intercedes on behalf of self or others. In my matrix of reality I feel the miraculous can present itself as a function of only two ingredients, fate and GodSelf will. Note, there is no relationship whatsoever to a third party benevolent God. The explanation I give for this denial of God's presence is that I do not perceive God to be separate from self. God, as humanity defines God, does not exist. Only GodSelf exists, this manifestation we can define as eternal consciousness. There is only ONE God, you are that being. God did not create you, God became you. God did not create the tree, God became the tree. God did not create the universe, God became the universe. For decades, I could not see the tree for the forest, these are stories of personal enlightenment and empowerment of my GodSelf being.
Miracle 1./ Born Again: GodSelf Saying Hello

Sitting in the pew every Sunday I listened, with great interest, to the sermon of our priest. My interest was stimulated by the many foul inaccuracies spewed by this most revered man. Etched in my memory, I can see a little boy, sparkling clean, pondering why only Catholics could go to heaven. Why does God seem to be so jealous, judgmental, uncaring and brutal? Why does God answer some peoples prayers and not others? If God loves us, why is the world full of misery? Most of all, what if I were born into Jewish or Muslim home like some of my friends? These thoughts continually preyed on my peace of mind. I remember thinking about the concept of only 144,000 souls making it to heaven. The number actually makes sense if you know your bible. Those who do not believe in the virgin Mary, Jesus and the trinity will not make it. Those who sin against the father without repent, will end up in hell or purgatory. Those who have not been baptized will not see heaven. Those who have not accepted communion, eating of the flesh and drinking of the blood of our saviour Jesus Christ, will certainly not enjoy a place at his table. The list of dis-qualifiers seems endless, total it all up in the mind of a ten year old boy, like I said, 144,000 makes sense. What most certainly did not make sense, even to a ten year old, is that billions of people should perish in hell and purgatory. Take a calculator and divide 144,000 into six billion, I did.( of course, now there are 7 billion )The answer will tell you .000024 percent of the world will make it to heaven therefore 99.999976% of all people will end up somewhere other than heaven. With this fact in place, I looked around my little world to verify if the number made sense. What did I find, our church served a community of about 10,000 souls. We had maybe 150 people in church any give Sunday. Of the attendees, not all performed the essential and regular ritual communion, maybe 50 or so did. I asked myself, of those 50, how many would commit sin during the week and die before having the chance to repent that sin before God on Sunday communion. My guess was about 5, mainly because, each week we have sins to repent, so it was unlikely we could make it to Tuesday without darkening our soul with sins of the mind or acts of will against divine law. I figured about 10% of good, God fearing Catholics, would be lucky enough to die on a Sunday or Monday. By my simple reasoning, and having properly evaluated this from a global and local perspective, I had to agree the bible must be right. I divided 5 into 10,000 and came up with .0005 wow this number meant I was wrong, people sin quicker than I thought. It appeared a good Catholic would have to die sometime Sunday afternoon or soon after mass. This meant I was probably not going to heaven nor was anyone I knew. Only about two or maybe three people in our town would get to heaven and our priest was surely one of them. How do you think a little boy would react to this self constructed empirical evidence? Not well is the answer, I could not accept a religion or a God who could be so cruel. By simple reasoning I was left with the crushing fact my entire family would not see heaven. Also, how could adults, even our priest always say the person who just died went to heaven. Did they not work out the math? Fact was, if the rapture happened, there would be little room left at God's table once all the priests and nuns took their seats. If this was the way God showed us his love then why should I love him? I still believed in God, but I could no longer accept the words of our priest or the ethos of Catholicism.

By the age of 19 I was finishing up my first year of college. In order to pay for school I had to work a 40 hour week. The demanding course load, coupled with a full time job left me in an emotional and physical mess. I had passed out twice from malnutrition and fatigue. I was barely able to complete a days work, let alone keep up to the necessary revisions for exams. My girlfriend represented the glue which held everything together, when exams ended we went our separate ways, my world began unraveling proper. I found myself working for a logging company as a tree planter. The camp life was nice, but the labor was exhausting. Having not yet recovered from school, I was struggling to keep my job. Early one morning, about 3am, I found myself dealing with a physical and mental breakdown. Trying my best to stifle sobs proved useless as I woke my friend sleeping in the bunk adjacent me. This friend I speak of had latched onto me soon after my arrival. My emaciated appearance, sunken cheeks with vacant eyes spoke clearly of serious problems. My friend, being a Christian, gravitated like a magnet to the role of self appointed saviour of my soul. Although a tone of condescension lingers in these word it has no place, for it was his intervention which led to my first experience of the miraculous. It was in this vortex of despair I heard him utter the words he was so fond of parroting,

" Chris, just ask Jesus for help, what harm could it do."

Asking Jesus for anything was not in my nature. With just cause, I had forsaken the church. I was not going down that road again, not on my life. But then again, I was in no shape to pick and choose where help came from. I couldn't sleep or keep down food, my heart ached for my girlfriend and it felt like I was quickly racing to some, not so distant, point of no return.

With head spinning, I closed my eyes and begged God for help. The simple sentence I uttered is forever etched in my mind. " God if you are out there, please, please help me. "

Upon completion of that plea, my entire world changed. The best description I can offer is that a wave of love enveloped my entire being. The sensation felt like my body was lifted about two feet above the bed for the duration of the early morning. No thoughts raced through my mind, nor was my environment present. I just floated in stasis, oblivious to all but the love coursing through me. The aches and pains of suffering under depleted reserves disappeared completely. The distress of my girlfriends absence passed, which was no small feat in the mind of a 19 year old boy. Without pause or consideration I can honestly say it proved to represent the second most powerful experience of my life. More importantly, it was the first miracle I had ever witnessed firsthand. The change in me was staggering to say the least. I arose at 6am spending an hour or so in the forest. My body felt better than it ever had. I savored this fresh green world, drinking in the smells and sights with the intensity of a starving man at a buffet. I was happy as a lark, possibly the happiest I have ever been. I can never remember a time when I was more content, alive and vibrant. I made my way to the cook house for breakfast, my friend spied my entrance encouraging me to sit next to him.

" What happened to you, your different "

commented my pal as I plopped down next to him with a grin a Cheshire cat would admire. " I'm not all together sure " was the only reply I could muster. We talked about the entire experience between bites of toast and runny eggs. He deduced that I had been born again. Having no reference for such a staggering event, I was compelled to agree. Later in the day he passed on a copy of the bible, cleverly signed with well wishes for my day of rebirth. I poured over the bible in earnest, devouring every utterance of Jesus with a passion I had never known. By the end of that summer I found myself at an impasse; reason would not let me accept scripture therefore I determined my spiritual pursuit required more dimension. I no longer believed in God. Instead, I knew, in the depths of my heart, a benevolent God did in fact exist. When one transcends the chains of belief, one is finally able to grasp, from the heart, truth which is hidden by the secular merry go around. I dove into world religions searching for the truth and love I had felt that fateful day. I could see my personality erode back into the banal constructs of ego, nothing seemed to stem the gradual but steady departure from GodSelf. In the course of a decade, I realised my thirst could not be sated by religion, more truth was needed. In time I came to realise the entire experience was not about being born again in the image of Catholicism. Rather I was born into my true GodSelf. The Saviour was not God or Jesus, rather it was my GodSelf expressing, for the first time, the great wealth of power which exists within.

In Lak' ech, my brethren, a voice in the woods speaks truth...

I can't get no.....satisfaction.

2011-03-13T07:42:00.000-07:00

Satisfaction guaranteed or your money back! Few people are unfamiliar with the aforementioned sales slogan. As well, most of us are very familiar with the Rolling Stones lyrics used to entitle this blog. Have you ever asked yourself why we seem so transfixed with satisfaction? Eavesdrop into the average conversation, more than likely you are hearing comments of dissatisfaction. The weather is too hot or too cold, too dry or too rainy. The local hockey team is playing poorly, I hate working here, this chair is uncomfortable, so and so has been a real idiot. The litany of dissatisfaction is played endlessly as an eternal backdrop to the expression of reality. If you have a TV, turn it on; the same meme of expression will confirm the bizarre fixation with a lack of satisfaction. Why does humanity choose to function in such disharmony with its environment.

The answer, I believe, is primarily due to the construct of the ego mind as it relates to the programmed perception of reality we have been fed since birth. The ego mind takes us out of the NOW, thereby depositing us in the past or future. We fail to understand how leaving the NOW, in most cases, represents a departure from sanity. If we think of this transition as a calm sea suddenly becoming wild, we will have earned a much improved perspective. From the gnosis that each individual creates their own reality, we must find ourselves culpably adding to this insanity. However, we may gain added insight into this subject, if we inquire further into the nature of disenchantment. Is it something we have inherited or learned, or is this part and parcel our true nature? Can we restore harmony or must we accept and adjust?

With thoughts, feelings and emotions we create our reality. Our template for reality is a malleable construct, ever changing, as we gain experience, perspective and knowledge. This truism, forces us to conclude, the collective experiential data we receive from our environment forms an integral part of our reality. Essentially our world becomes a function of what we are taught. Much like the adage you are what you eat, we find we act as we are taught. It is not happenstance that humanity reflects disharmony with self and environment. With dark intent, great efforts have been undertaken to carefully craft this matrix of reality. For thousands of years, humanity has suffered under the dedicated construction of a dark pseudo reality. Disharmony, fear and spiritual brevity is the call of the day. The real insult to our intelligence, or lack thereof, is found in their ability to completely convinced us, personal disharmony is our own fault. When looking to understand this enigma of darkness, we are placated by their lies suggesting this is human nature. This is not human nature my friends, this is humans fabricating darkness for personal gain. This is darkness sucking the energy from light. Human nature is light, love, acceptance and the many other GodSelf qualities we are taught to ignore. Ignorant of their true nature, our parents raised us as best they could. Unable to see truth behind the matrix of lies, our parents proliferated the darkness by teaching us to believe. Teachers educate us with knowledge they believe to be true, all the while darkness is peddled by people we trust. Our friends and lovers are drinking of the same fountain so their perception of reality assuages and confirms our belief structure. Overloading with insanity we may turn to religion for balm, instead of relief we find more lies, discontent and illusion. The bankster elite have a few pets, their favorite is ego. Ego is the beast they feed with their advertising machine, encouraging it to rip through the heart of humanity like a chainsaw rendering the family roast.

What if?

Someone sees the matrix...

What if?

We learn who we are...

What if?

We discover what human nature really is...

The horizon offers humanity a rising sun. Archon control of the human mind was the required energy signature leading mankind to the brink of evolution. Now, at evolutions doorstep, we see the control structure collapse under the weight of it's own obsolescence. I believe light will prevail throughout the planet within five years. We will come to understand the true nature of what it means to be human. We will not dwell in the turbulent waters of past and future. We will choose the NOW moment in complete acceptance. We will no longer demand our world
" be " a certain way. We will reflect unconditional love and unity consciousness as the underpinning of a new civilised representation of true human nature. We do not have to wait until this transition completes full initiation of a new reality, We may choose to align with this new energy now. We can search within to determine our true nature beyond the veils of ego. We can transcend the illusions fed to us by ego and society, thereby maintaining a clearer perspective of the NOW moment as it relates to our eternal GodSelf being.

If you find yourself demanding your reality be better, more than likely you are allowing ego to take you into the future. Tomorrow will never be a better day until we lovingly accept what today offers us in every NOW moment. I guess we can make some sense of the statement " I can't get no satisfaction " if we look at it from the perspective of the grammatical double negative, cleverly disguising the illusion most people now accept as truth. Living peacefully in the NOW moment is a choice, why not make it yours!

In Lak' esh, my brethren, only love is human nature...

Define this thought...

2011-03-10T07:20:00.000-08:00

Namaste my brethren, allow me to turn the tables. Invite you I do, define the following statement from the book " Dancing With God ".

Expectation, is often the fiat currency used for purchasing love in parent child relations...

In Lak' esh, my brothers and sisters, freedom to love...

Love...

2011-03-07T07:51:00.000-08:00

With respect, allow me to offer up this posit. I submit to you, none of us truly know love. We all use this word casually in conversation not really taking the time to grasp the true essence of love. The word love is the most misunderstood word in our language. Our love becomes a dispensed commodity which we offer up to those whom we deem deserving. We believe ourselves capable of offering unconditional love to our children our spouse and nuclear family. Do we really offer this small group unconditional love? By example, if your brother kills your parents would you still offer up love and compassion. In my own life, I had a falling out with my sister whom I perceived at the time to have grievously offended me and my child. Even though I had transcended the affront, it took many more years before I formally reconciled this issue with her. If your wife cheats on you or your husband beats you can you still offer love. Of course it may be necessary to dispatch with the relationship, however, can this be done from a perspective of love. We perceive our love to be true, is it?
How then can we find in our heart true love? Is it possible? The answer to both these questions is an emphatic YES.

Please take a moment, reflect on this issue.

In favour of initiating discourse, if I may offer up consideration of this important query. The first step is to afford " yourself " unconditional love. Stop judging your actions, understand that you are doing your best with the tools you have. Give yourself the same level of compassion you offer children. We never feel anger to the child who attempts to touch the burner of a stove. We happily offer compassion to our children, we know they are learning and in doing so they will have to make mistakes. We fail to see that we too are children, at least from the perspective of gnosis. None of us are so arrogant to believe we know everything. Why is it we are more than prepared to feel guilt and condemnation for our actions which we falsely perceive to be in contrast with a self image of required perfection? Be honest, how often do you allow your ego to make you feel inadequate? The monkey brain plays out the rigors of right and wrong good and bad thus infusing our solace with fear and guilt. I am not rich enough to deserve love. I am not worthy because I am not as good as the neighbor I admire. I am not handsome enough, not smart enough. I am certainly not perfect, therefore I am less deserving than the brother who is more accomplished. Why can't I lose weight? Why do I have to live in misery? Will I ever become the human I want to be?

We must look at such thoughts and see them for the illusion they truly are. Oneness affords us the grace to live a life content that we are the ONE, the everyONE. Truth can only be found in the understanding that we are here to experience exactly that which our soul needs. The beggar, the thief and the undesirables are all here to experience these lessons, lessons from which they are able to truly understand compassion in other incarnations. People, we are the beggar and the king. I am you and you are I, there are no exceptions. From the platform of God SELF we can be gentle and compassionate with ourselves. This gnosis of seeing the child in each soul means that we may release the fear of need and the guilt associated with lack. You are truly rich beyond your wildest dreams, it is only illusion emphasised by ego which keeps peace from your heart.
Once you can truly love yourself as the Atman it is a short step to loving the brother you deem wretched. There is no good or bad, there is no right or wrong, there is only choice and all choice without exception is sacred and valid. Gaia also has her needs, she may offer up earthquakes, tornadoes, floods and all sorts of disaster. We see these events as terrible but again we are mistaken. The victims of tragedy, the victims of atrocity are all self selected endings to souls which have completed their mission. From this perspective we can live our life with grace, we can therefore accept the "isness" of all experience. Ego illusions of death, birth, space and time are the vehicles by which our pain can manifest.
Finally there is the true grasp of the interconnectedness of the universe. Again there is only the ONE the perfect expression of Godly manifestation. When we commune with the all we can release the maya. Fear slips back into the world of illusion locked up where it belongs, the key tossed aside.
I too live in fear, I too fall victim to illusion. However, I have experienced the light which patiently waits for me to wake up. For a short time I have basked in the glory of Oneness, in doing so I have developed a burning desire for gnosis. I am slowly stepping out of darkness and I can tell you the golden dawn is magnificent beyond imagination. The path to light (Oneness) is the only chance we have to truly define LOVE. Love without condition is the only true expression of self, all else is illusion. As the years pass I find myself deeper in love with myself my wife and all others. Moreover I am finding in my heart the capacity to remain compassionate with my child self. True love still waits on the horizon but at least I can define what false love is. In the words of the great Martin Luther King " I have a dream " a dream that one day we may all experience true unconditional love. Please when you find yourself in judgment of self or others stop yourself, look deep into your heart and see if these feelings and thoughts are a benefit to you. Be kind, accept your child self as the seeker and afford the seeker compassion and love UNCONDITIONAL LOVE.

Namaste, love conquers fear.

Global poverty, the call to love...

2011-02-26T16:33:00.000-08:00

Spying on the global workings of society. The vast majority of humanity live in desperate third world conditions. Fifteen percent of the world population who are starving to death, have no voice. In many countries, the average length of life is just under forty. In 2009 it was announced there are now over one billion people dying of starvation. Crossing Africa alone by bicycle brought home to me a very direct understanding of the lifestyle of this forgotten segment of humanity. Seeing starvation in a magazine or on the television fails to leave the menacing trail of emotion as does looking into the eyes of someone who has only a few weeks of miserable existence left. I was travelling on half a shoestring, so it was cheapest to live out of Moma's pot. Due to this fact I rarely had food to spare. However, there were a few occasions where I was able to offer temporary relief in the form of small food gifts.

I can recall a man from a desolate village called Arlit. Located in sub Saharan region of Niger, it offered little opportunity for survival. I spied his skeletal body slumped up against a decrepit building. His age was indeterminable, seemingly he was at deaths door. Bones protruding against slackened skin, with a visage so distorted by starvation, his appearance was almost alien. Compelled by compassion, I approached the man speaking French, the adopted language of Franco occupation. He opened his mouth to say something, but only a breath of air escaped. I gestured for his benefit the conventional sign language for eating, he stared blankly. His black eyes rotating up to compensate for his inability to firmly raise his head from it's quasi eternal resting place on his shoulder. There before me, was a man unable to do anything but wait to die. I knew of a Moma's pot a few hundred yards down the road. I placed my arm around his waist, wrapping his one arm over my shoulder I raised him up. I was shocked by his light weight, I could have easily carried him as he weighed no more than a young child. After a few steps in this fashion, he regained enough strength and composure to walk relatively well on his own steam. You could see the microscopic semblance of what pride remained, forcing him, to prevail without aid. Slowly, we made it to Moma's hut, six wooden tables about two meters each were placed under the tent. Small, but clean and relatively free of flies, we made our way to a corner table. Another patron sat quietly eating from his bowl, slurping the broth filled meat stew with vigor, he seemed idly curious. I arranged for three bowls of stew soup which were quickly placed in front of me. I slid them over to the man encouraging him to eat. As he lifted to bowl to his lips a throng of newcomers arrived. The patron was quick to intercept them screaming obscenities, their efforts to gain entry soon flagged. Relenting to the forceful patron, they deferred to staring from just outside the hut. The group grew in numbers until there must have been twenty or thirty hopefuls. The embarrassed patron began nervously explaining, I waved her off, I knew what was happening. They were part of the many hopefuls I had met on my journey to the dark continent. The bitter fact I quickly came to accept is that I was in no position to help them. However, every now and then, I found myself in a situation where my breaking heart demanded something be done. This little town of Arlit and the nameless man represented the first of many such occasions.

I find it criminal that we live in a world where one seventh of our fellow brothers are forced to experience such a lifestyle. Why do we allow this tragedy to befall so many helpless souls? When asking ourselves how starving people live day by day we, need look no further than the Arlit gentleman referred to earlier. The world they perceive is limited in a most extreme way. We could never fully appreciate what it would be like to exist in such despair. No person with food in their belly and a roof over their head is exempt from culpability in the encouragement of global starvation. Grotesque is the testimonial of one billion emaciated humans. None could argue a complete lack of compassion exists in our world today. You might say, well there are many compassionate people ready, willing and able to offer aide. This may be true, however the stark reality is, to date our species has not demanded this outrageous reality end. This my brothers and sisters is all that matters to the afflicted billions. Why is this the reality we have allowed the corporate elite to shove down our collective throats?

A step higher up the ladder of society we find the masses who are living under the poverty line. Last year the World Bank standard for qualifying as living under the poverty line was upgraded in 2008; for developing countries it now stands at
$ 1.25 per day from the long held standard of one dollar. In first world countries like America the standards are $ 30.00 per day for a single person and $ 60.00 per day for a family of four. The global average for living under the poverty line is
32.6%. This global average, like most poverty statistics, is hotly debated with opponents, on both sides of the fence, grinding their axes for political and financial gain. I can't say how far $ 1.25 would go, but keeping an American family of four afloat on $ 22,000 per year would take some creative math to accomplish. If we deduct the one billion people who are starving, from the 32.6 % global average living under the poverty line, we can deduce approximately 1.3 billion people or 18.6% of the world population lives under the poverty line but are not yet starving to death. So what is life like for this 18.6% of humanity. Let me preface this analysis by stating; when speaking to the lifestyles of any given segment of society, it must be understood we are limited to gross generalities. There are always exceptions to every rule of thumb, it would serve us little benefit to dwell on the many possible lifestyle iterations which fall out of the norm.

I found living below the poverty line as a single man in his twenties to affect little detrimental consequence. Sure I wanted for just about everything, but I was also content in enjoying my circle of friends and the many free social activities available to me. I naturally searched for ways to make tough situations more tolerable. I think the greatest challenge poverty offered me was in demoralisation of my psyche. Growing up in Canada I could not resist the constant programming to win. Like most school children who struggle in school, I stressed greatly over my inability to excel. I passed each year, never distinguished myself with offerings of excellence. In the most important world of youth sport, I again found myself unable to determine a level of expertise worthy of note. Adoration heaped upon those more accomplished, only served to further diminish my self worth. Navigating successfully through college and then university buoyed my self esteem, for a few years I felt good about myself. I first experienced poverty as a student, rising above and dipping below the poverty line during my early twenties wreaked havoc on my egoic perception of self. Experiencing poverty created the image of myself as damaged goods, by extension I was not worthy of acceptance or love.

My second stretch of poverty came in my early thirties while trying to resettle from Ontario to British Columbia. Times were very tough, I had a sales job working 50 hours per week, but still could not cover the rent and food, let alone the bills. Months passed, constantly stressed to stay afloat, until car troubles burst the dam. We had to visit a local food bank twice. It was just before Christmas, the cupboards and fridge were almost bare. We found a tree in the forest and decorated it with popcorn and rings of paper baubles we made together. Finally complete, my daughter glowed at it's magnificence. With childlike wonder, she openly considered what Santa would place below it's pine scented boughs. I remember sitting in the living room that night, distressed over how I could maintain my daughters fantasy. That quiet evening, the tree without presents, came to symbolically represent all my failures. With tears wetting my cheek, no hope in my heart, a solution solidified in my mind. I lifted up the cushions finding nothing. Checking the pockets of all the clothes in the house provided about one dollar fifty. I didn't expect to find much, all those places had been checked quite frequently over the last few months. The car was my last hope, I never ripped out the seats to see if anything could be there. What a bonanza, I found almost three dollars in coins; one of the coins was a loonie, somehow by great providence, there were two rolls of pennies lost long ago. Loonies and twoonies are cool, because you can always spend them without the emotional coinage baggage. Adding it all up, the family's net worth was almost five dollars. It was three days before Christmas, I had a plan, excitement was in the air.
I carefully sorted out three dollars, counting it three time then plopping it all in my pocket. I had spent a long time deciding how much to take, each dime was so precious. I ran out the house, making my way to a nearby gas station. I put exactly three dollars gas in the car and headed to the cash. I was going to wait until the store cleared of patrons before paying, but my luck was not with me this evening. Usually I would wait until after 2am to get gas, but tonight was special, a plan was afoot. I waited in line until finally it was my turn. Making the usual off the cuff remark( If delivered right, the remark can greatly mitigate the humiliation factor ) about wanting to get rid of my change, I placed the handful on the counter. What else could I do but suffer the embarrassment. Shrinking under the exhalation of air coming from the impatient card holding patron behind, I turned with red face offering a smile. Note, this is why the coinage must be counted three times, you want it right and done with, so you can get the hell out.
To save the red face I had three rules of thumb for large coinage purchases.

Never make a purchase over two dollars with a female teller. For some unexplainable reason, obvious disclosure of financial peril to the opposite sex was just too much for my fragile ego to bear.

Never make a purchase in front of a waiting line of patrons. The objective in this rule is obviously damage control. The faithful observant to this truism greatly reduces the emotional impact of the activity.

Lastly the obvious solution many of you may have already gleaned is to use a local shop to convert the change into bills. The first few months under the poverty line we were able to pilfer from a penny jar. I would wrap up the coins in whatever paper was around then visit the local mart just before he closed. He already knew my family were on the rocks, shopkeepers always know. Astute shopkeepers, with big hearts, often find ways to help patrons they feel sorry for. He used to give us deals or claim the milk or bread was about to expire. At times, he allowed me some credit to carry the family over until payday. My motif operandi would be to pretend I was helping him cover off his constant lack of change with my unwanted abundance. We both knew it was a lie, but generous as he was, he often went out of his way to thank me for helping him out. Being of Korean descent, he knew how vital and necessary his comments were in allowing me to save face. In times of poverty, these small gifts are very welcome indeed. When you are broke, holding a ten dollar bill in your hand instead of a fistful of change, is " priceless ".

Having negotiated the ever insulting coin payment for gas, I could now forge ahead with my brilliant plan. I had filled at the furthest pump so not to be noticed. I began squeegeeing my windows while casing the scene. Once hidden from the view of patrons and staff I tossed the squeegee through my open window, quickly making a getaway I felt exhilarated. It was about 9pm which left me a few hours still to enact my plan. I showered, put on my best pants shirt and tie, grabbed a bucket and left the house. I drove a bout 10 miles or so to a busy intersection, I would have driven a hundred miles if I had the gas, such was not the case. Fifteen minutes after arriving at my destination, I looked around to spy the mess I was in. I looked great; spit polished shoes, creased and cuffed trousers, clean white patterned shirt with freshly ironed creases. A bright silk tie, with my favorite fake gold tie pin and cuff links offered accent to my attire. To round it all off, a worn but nice, London fog rain coat effected the successful business like image I coveted. Looking at the smile on my face you would think I just closed a million dollar deal. So far, so good, right! Panning my immediate environment, we see the fabricated picture of wealth suddenly change. Next to me, a sign which clearly reads, need x-mas presents for my daughter. Steaming mist rises from the bucket of hot water, low and behold the stolen squeegee is in my hand. I spent the next few weeks augmenting my paltry income in this manner. In time, an opportunity for greater income swept away the desperation of those hungry days. Luckily, I never had to squeegee the car windows of a friend or acquaintance. I always dreaded such a confrontation inevitable, alas it never materialised. Grace sometimes comes to us in the things that don't happen, just as much, as in the things that do. I very much appreciate my financial troubles have been insignificant and fleeting relative to many others. However the point being made is that, for the most part, we are all tied to the mental programming of equating self worth with financial worth. Living below the poverty line demands a mighty toll in self esteem. The bill doesn't sit on the counter for all to see, nonetheless ego uses it to rip mighty holes in the hearts of many.

From my limited perspective I suggest living with poverty creates a lifestyle of angst. The bills pile up, the work hours lengthen and the quality of life takes a dramatic turn for the worst. In such times, it is very difficult to see light at the end of the tunnel. Salvation and peace of mind always seem to remain out of reach, just around the next bend that never comes. Conversely, financial chaos seems to lurk in every dark alley. Many nights sleep can be spent bemoaning the what ifs that could derail your lifestyle by forcing your family out of your rented home. Whether ones self esteem flags or has been completely overwhelmed, the final result is a dis empowerment of self. I found being poor creates emotional trauma which makes it near impossible to pursue self development. I became frozen by the mechanisation's of my ego mind. Feelings of uselessness, failure, regret, helplessness and even hope stifled my inquisitive mind. Hard earned spiritual gains were tossed to the wind. Replaced by the need to defend against an ego not yet understood.

However you choose to define the effects of poverty, I can unequivocally state this is no way for our brothers and sisters to live. For children to see their parents struggle under the embarrassing weight of financial slavery is hideous. We all know people who are living in this manner, yet we do nothing. Is this because it is not us, not yet? I am not suggesting we donate to Unicef or one of the many scam programs designed to capitalise on our emotional heart strings. I am however urging everyone to inform our brothers and sisters about the many aspects of the corporate matrix which enslave our minds and bodies. Unity and unconditional love is the only solution which can free humanity from the beast. Today we have looked at poverty from dire and fringe perspectives, we know how our idleness impacts our brothers. We could watch T.V. instead of helping our brothers, but does that make any sense. Raise your voices in unity, shout out slogans of freedom! Take back the right for all our brothers and sisters to prosper in love. This is the generation which will change to socio global landscape. This my brethren is the generation of love.

In Lak' ech, free my brothers and sisters with love...

The year 2112, Grade 4, World Creation 201

2011-02-21T10:20:00.001-08:00

The year is 2112, the 100 year anniversary of the evolution of mankind. The setting is a grade 4 elementary class, the teacher has initiated a discussion on the demise of homo sapiens.

Our teacher Mrs. Smith has asked a poignant query. " Who can tell me the most influential catalyst promoting the initiation of homo luminous, and why do we consider evolution of man to be an expression of a predetermined third dimensional time line? "
In response to the teacher's question, little Johnny remains restless in his chair, anxious for the chance to start the repartee.

Before broaching Johnny's response let us consider some sentiments of the time. When debating evolution, society in 2112 oscillate between the parameters of cause and effect. Was Homo Sapiens evolution a given, or is it possible that evolution could have been further delayed? The reason this question begs debate in modern society stems from a clearer understanding of history. More comprehensive learning shed light on the fact that other Homo Sapiens races prior to 2012 had experienced galactic alignment but had failed to evolve. The most cited and romantic example of this fact was the civilization of Atlantis 7,132 B.C.. In addition to this historic truth sages have pointed to the voluminous amount of ancient lore which exposed the specific December 21st 2012 date. The final block in the creation of modern evolutionary theory cites the Mayan calendar as a pure example of a predefined linear and transitory trespass through time.

Conventionally, students subscribe to the wisdom of the time when considering such topics of evolution ( Law of God 3, gives us the truth that evolution is an opportunity not a given ). Well, little 12 year old Johnny has a pearl of wisdom to share with the class. You must understand that children of 2112 are taught to question everything, to look for wisdom and join in the creation of knowledge. Comfortable in breaking new ground he shares his feelings with the class, promoting a great debate.

Mrs Smith, I feel that we need to consider why the Mayan calendar, coupled with the lore of countless other civilizations, highlighted the same evolutionary end date of 2012. We perceive that the evolution of our universe, planet and subspecies are definitely a derivative of a predetermined linear fractal expression. This truth is easily accepted, especially when looking at evolutionary reference points and how they are plotted on a graph based on the laws of fractal time / space. However I submit that man is an exception to this dogma.

Just because the dream is subject to fractal expression, this does not in my opinion necessarily mean that the dreamer is as well.

If we first consider our cosmos. All universes in our cosmos have evolved as a function of a definitive fractal equation. Looking at our universe, Earth and all other planets have clearly evolved under the blanket of this same fractal template.

When we examine Earth Mrs. Smith, we again understand that earth has evolved in exactly the same pattern on six separate and consecutive occasions. From these truths, Mrs. Smith, we glean the understanding that Earth's evolution conforms to the same laws of fractal definitiveness. Over and over, with each subsequent evolution, we see earth evolve whilst conforming perfectly to the same mathematical equation.

Look to the evolution of the planetary subspecies, again the same perfect fractal time line exists. From this evolutionary perspective it becomes obvious to all of us that evolution is in fact linear with a predetermined time line. Ergo Mrs. Smith, we may conclude that the dream is a perfect fractal equation. So Mrs. Smith, you may expect that I will follow this reason to the logical and popular conclusion which states that man's evolution; like the subspecies, the planet, the universe and the cosmos, charts the same equation of evolutionary fractal truth.

Instead of following protocol, I would like to submit for the classes consideration Mrs. Smith the following. On that fateful evolutionary day on December 21st 2012 if the masses of humanity had not chosen love, we would this day in 2112 find ourselves dusting off from the inevitable annihilation of our species.
I believe the power elite would have won the day. They would have clamped down society and depopulated the planet the the 500 million souls as depicted in the Georgia guide stones. Within 20 years humanity would have been programmed, mind controlled and completely governed by the elite. The prospect of gaining a spiritual connection would have become impossible in the regime of the New World Order. Once the world were totally under elite domination, it stands to reason their psychopathic minds, hungry for power, would lead to a great war of elites. Struggling for global domination each of the bloodlines would begin feasting on each others' weakness in a drive for singular bloodline domination. I truly doubt the planet could have survived that level of discord without eventual planetary destruction. I feel this would have taken maybe one century leaving us in the predicament of dusting off from the apocalypse.

Homo sapiens would most probably find itself preparing for the seventh reseeding of earth and the long climb back to the precipice of homo luminous. Would we not find ourselves exposed yet again to another uncertain future of unlimited cosmic choice. Modern philosophers, I believe, are misled by the countless civilizations who expressed the 2012 end date. Man is the dreamer of the dream Mrs. Smith. I believe we cannot be held to the constraints of a definitive fractal equation because we choose our existence.

Most people believe that our evolution was a function of the Internet, the capacity for man to unite as one mind. However I maintain that the Internet only provided the medium, much like agar in the dish stimulates growth. Homo Sapiens had many previous opportunities to embrace love but instead dwelt in fear. Fear is the food for the hungry beast of ego, leaving the lost civilizations just that, lost from light. Love itself was the greatest contributing factor for evolution, Mrs. Smith. Is man's evolution part of the great law of fractal time set against a predetermined third dimensional time line? I don't think so Mrs. Smith, I trust that the dreamer is the dream. Shakespeare, the great ancient, once said "the world is but a stage and we are merely players ". Now we know that we are the stage and the player. In a playground of love Mrs. Smith, there is no fractal time equation for the dreamer.

Bang Bang; You're Dead...

2011-02-06T08:46:00.000-08:00

Reaching back in time, we see imprinted on cave walls pictographs depicting gruesome images of death. Ocher dyes, infusing red so deeply into stone, etch out cries of hunter and prey. Clear is the legacy of art outlining the thoughts, feelings and emotions of primal man's philosophy toward death.Spinning the wheel of time forward, we view through modern pop art and main stream media, a culture dominated by a deep seated fear of death. Flowering from the fertile soil of fear, an imaginary rose pokes forth budding in the prospect of eternal life. History outlines well, the many efforts great societies have taken to capture the Holy Grail of immortality.

Great leaders from past regimes looked to wizards and Magi to offer respite from death. Later, we see biblical crusaders wreak havoc in foreign lands as they search in vein for the lost Grail. Well documented was Hitler's fixation with the Grail, touched upon in the cinematic fantasy of Indiana Jones. Today, the pinnacle of research points to man, trusting in science. It is believed, science is on the brink of determining a method for imprinting human consciousness into the body of an android. The resulting hybrid being, would theoretically enjoy eternal life.

It is this final pursuit to hybridization which, in my mind, proves to be quite an enigma. I find such scientific aspirations to represent phenomenal stupidity. There are many reasons, both scientific and spiritual, which urge me to make such a crass statement. I think the most compelling argument to the idiocy of this field of research is their understanding of consciousness. The De Facto benchmark for this scientific endeavor is the understanding, we are not body we are consciousness. Knowing this truth, either scientifically or spiritually, one would assume the yoke of death should be released by the awakened mind. Ergo, the fear associated with the illusion of death should have disappeared entirely or at the very least waned morphing into a philosophical search. So I ask myself, what is the impetus for such study? Why would one strive to become artificially eternal, when they know themselves to be naturally eternal? Why strive to emancipate oneself from a prison which one has just proven does not exist?

The only sensible argument I can theorise is fear of loss. The engine providing thrust to this research is the power elite. Great moguls find themselves in a very prestigious position of ruling sleeping masses. This incarnation of body/spirit has afforded them with power and control never seen in the recorded annals of history. Bloodlines which have striven for millennia to reach the pinnacle of power now sit upon a golden global throne, enslaving billions.
Drinking wantonly from the overflowing cup of humanities collective fear, they fervently push science to extend their individual reign. Drunk with power, they have become entrapped by darkness, never contemplating the glory of the truth already discovered. It reminds me of the alchemist who has succeeded in turning lead into gold. However, due to his ignorance, he does not know of his accomplishment, desperately his search continues. The root of this science exposes the deep seated fear of loss exhibited by the power elite. Trapped by monsters in dark closets, they cannot fathom existence without control.

What is death? Why do we fear death?

People who believe in the illusion of their physical body will always fear the moment when that body ceases to function. Convinced by their senses and programmed by society, they believe their existence to be limited. For thousands of years mankind has been favoured with written gnosis which portrays a different philosophical perspective of self. Self is seen as consciousness and the body is understood to be a physical vehicle for which this consciousness may be expressed. Furthermore, consciousness is expressed as a singular eternal point of God self unity. We can determine from the lessons of great spiritual masters that our expression of manifest reality is a reflection of God. We understand that separation is an illusion of ego, all reality is ONE ETERNAL EXPRESSION OF GOD.

From a scientific perspective quantum physics proves our understanding of time, space and physicality to be illusionary. Advances in biology prove unequivocally that our universe is an interconnection of consciousness, nothing is separate from anything else. Mathematically and geometrically we can determine via the Fibonacci sequence and fractal geometry that all matter is patterned by ONE universal template. All advanced roads of science point to the fact we are eternal points of the consciousness in what is known as " the field. "

How does this ideology translate into a usable modern metaphor? If we think of our existence in terms of a Sony PS3 game. The average person is caught in the illusion they are merely one of the game characters. When we accept the aforementioned spiritual and scientific truth we see from a broader perspective. We now comprehend ourselves to be; the creators of the game, the ones playing the game, all the game characters and all the bites of information making up the game universe. We now know that when a character in the game dies, the conscious experience of the game continues.

Daily we experience a fundamental shift in the perception of reality. The waking world transitions to the dream world without causing us fear.
We know that in a short time we will wake allowing the body self to go about it's daily routines. When we die, we will determine a new perspective of reality. Recorded testimonials of experiences from near death survivors offer a mere glimpse of what the early phases of transition might look like. The fundamental gain by this recorded data is that it may be unequivocally stated that we do maintain a perspective of consciousness. WE LIVE ON, The slate does not go black and the game does not end. Further to this key revelation, it may be noted, all descriptions of afterlife experience portray a wonderful connection to peace, love and serenity.

In conclusion, we know we are consciousness and not body. We have proven that time, space and physicality are illusions, cast by the ego. We now must assert that death is an illusion, established by the fear of loosing the body. We are much more than separate individuals, we are the totality of all manifest reality, we are the eternal field. Ignorance guides the non thinking man into believing that he is the game character. To maintain the celebrity and status he will go to any length to extend the survival of his game character, even cybernetics. He fails to see the paradox, in turn he never truly comprehends he is God.

Release the fear you may have of your death and that of those you love. Death is proven to be an illusion. Moreover the continuance of your " after life " points to a perspective of consciousness which, by all accounts, seems most beautiful. Life is very much worth living, every moment is an opportunity to bathe in the glory of GodSelf perfection. I do not wish to loose the connection to this body experience of Christopher. I hope to enjoy expressing Christopher for many more years. I find each day brings more love and unity to my life. I savor the time I have to learn more about who I am and why I exist. When the frequency of Christopher ceases to play out it's reflection in the field, I truly believe a most wonderful transitional moment in my perception will occur.

In Lak' esh, my brothers and sisters, beyond the illusion of death...

Joe, The 21st Century Slave

2011-01-16T12:31:00.000-08:00

Most people of the Western world perceive slavery to be an ugly chapter in the history of mankind. If you speak with the average Joe, he will maintain his life is a reflection of personal choice. Sure slavery may still occur in Africa or China but certainly not in Europe, Canada or America. Close inspection of the North American lifestyle proves Joe and his kind are deceived into false security. Distracted by the material world, invisible chains restrict their concept of reality while curtailing freedom.

Slavery began with primal Homo Sapiens, wounded and captured survivors often became enslaved by conquering tribesmen. As society progressed, villages became cities, in time nations formed. Limited tribal conflict morphed into full scale organized wars. Slaves became viewed by conquering heads of state as spoils of war. So it came to pass, the mere appointment of weakness in a human meant relegation to the equivalent status of cattle, land or physical riches. Slaves of yore knew their fate. The physical reality of chains, beatings and repression was very apparent. Along with this knowing of servitude the human slave maintained aspirations of freedom. Moreover it is this prospect of freedom which demanded the enslaver maintain vigil over his property. This archaic form of slavery meant the master must deflect the continual pressure exerted by the natural drive for freedom. History provided great leaders with countless lessons in human husbandry. The management of slaves became a study of psychology as much as a manifestation of physical power.

Moving beyond Egyptian records we learn how the Romans established a new model for slavery by incorporating the ideologies of Empire creation. Advances in technology, coupled with the lessons of history, showed great value in conquering lands thereby enslaving entire countries. Once defeated, the peoples of entire Nations could be indoctrinated into adherence of the new societal structure. It was understood by the Romans that if an efficient and expedient transition could be made, then the wealth of a Nation could be raped and pillaged with little physical need to resort to the age old rigors of owner maintenance. However adroit at effecting this new psychology of enslavement, great empires, like the Romans, succumb to the inevitable ravages of time and change. Ages come and go, history further defining and refining the evolutionary course of slavery.
The advent of the age of information caused great leaders to rethink the form and function of slavery. When I say the age of information I do not refer to I.T.
It was the attainability of education for the middle and upper class which created, based on issues of morality, new pressures. People could read and write, moreover with advances in map making, navigation and shipping technology ideas could be shared globally. This global access afforded the power elite an opportunity to rewrite the form of slavery from a regional reality into a universal truism.

In answer to the moral pressures and dictates of society, the power elite used the Roman Catholic Church as a tool for advancing new methodologies of enslavement. The papacy, at the behest of the power elite denigrated the black man to the status of animal. This accepted classification of subspecies by society, justified slavery under the guise of tending and guiding the beast. However plentiful and accessible the black slave was, the real target was and still is the white man, moreover all of humanity. To make inroads to white enslavement the power elite introduced the concept of Indentured Servitude. For a given period of service, a person from Europe could gain ship passage to The New World with the guarantee of freedom when the agreed length of servitude was fulfilled. This disguise of slavery as opportunity became very popular as many unemployed had no other realistic chance of survival. From 1611 until the early 1660's the backbone of America was forged with the sweat of the indentured servant.

There were a few success stories of indentured servant who made good, purchased land, an became a respected part of American society. However, for the most part, the term of service was met and the individual could not find work in the flooded market nor have any realistic chance to become a land owner. This inevitable fall, forced the indentured servant back into work for survival. This became the matrix for the establishment of the early lower class of America.

By the early 19th century the power elite knew, from centuries of trial and error, physical slavery was unsustainable. The industrial era confirmed their concerns by paving the way for a stronger middle class. This evolving middle class ushered in new socially conscious paradigms. Demands were made, revolutions were fought, and the shackles of enslavement could no longer restrain. By the start of the 20th century slavery needed a refit, a new concept of slavery was required to keep pace with social evolution. The problem was far from simple, find a way to enslave mankind without the use of force. The only answer would be to establish control of the mind. The ultimate objective is to create a slave who is convinced he is free. Have they succeeded? Are we enslaved? If so how? How has slavery changed then to now.
In the 21st century Joe is not aware of his enslavement. However, this does not mean that he is a free man. The power elite have managed to enslave all men. The tools of their enslavement are devilishly ensconced in all a aspects of our expression of reality. The primary tool is money as it pertains to survival. We all have to work to earn the right to live. If we fail to earn enough paper, then we will certainly find ourselves relegated to the status of non resident. Without the capacity to gather paper we are left with the prospect of determining life from the perspective of survival. We all know what living on the edges of society means. Bred in our demeanor is the abject fear of failure and the humiliating denigration it involves. Another tool of slavery is the physical assault on our mind and body. The power elite, through corporate agenda, whittle down our physical and mental being with a constant bombardment of chemical, psychological, biologic and electromagnetic attacks. These assaults are not conjectural, nor is the epic rise of the recorded disease of our planet and physical self. One just needs to do a little research to determine the phenomenal extent of corporal injustice.
The primary method of enslavement is the dumbing down to the point of psychological entrapment. Humans have been deceived into believing they are limited insignificant beings. We have been stripped of our connection to our true identities. If I were to tell Joe he was a frog he would think me insane. However, the mis perception Joe has of himself as human is not much more inaccurate than the absurdity of considering himself a frog.

Joe would tell me he is the master of his future. He would say that it is the choices he makes in life which will dictate his success or failure. Success to Joe is found in his ability to collect enough paper to gain prestige and respect from family and peers. Joe would tell me he is a man, his life will last until his last breath whence some form of judgment will determine his lot in the afterlife. He sees himself as unable to effect great change in the world thereby he justifies to himself that life is about achieving happiness and comfort. Joe becomes so engrossed in amassing comfort he is left with little time for self discovery. The small segments of " free " time are then directed toward entertainment and distraction. Joe's television becomes one of his best friends. He does not see the manipulation which forms the undercurrent of all his choices. Joe fails to understand that his portal to reality has been shaped and fed to him by a covert assailant. Nonetheless Joe characterizes himself as slave to no man, puppet to no unseen strings.

Joe is not aware of; chemtrails, HAARP, toxic vaccines, T.V. mind control, bankster control by debt interest, the new world order, loss of governmental sovereignty to fascism, Illuminati structure, pharmaceutical soft kill etc....
In fact, if you try to inform Joe of such atrocities, his manipulated mind will lash out with accusation and innuendo. Slavery in the first quarter of this 21st century will be perfected to the point of no return if Joe fails to acknowledge the tightening web of deceit.

I see the real Joe. I see a reflection of GOD. I see great power and divinity in every choice Joe makes. I love Joe as I love you, without condition or reservation. I see in Joe great GodSelf potential which has been craftily hidden from his view. I know that Joe may act like a frog, however I understand that it is merely because he lives in darkness. I see in the next few years a time of awakening. Joe will come to understand his eternal GodSelf and a new perception of reality will usher in his freedom from slavery. I can hear Joe tell me he loves me, he is my brother, he is in fact myself. I see the chains which have kept Joe in darkness have fallen away. Slavery is ending my dear brother Joe. Wake from your long sleep and capture the power from within.
Wake up your brothers gently, be calm and eloquent in the language you use. Whisper in their ear truth, let them know they are Gods. All we can do to eliminate slavery is to choose love. We need not fight, resist, hate or fear. Peaceful resistance coupled with the sharing of love and truth is all it will take to create a new portal of perception for Joe.

In Lak' ech, my brethren, unconditional love reigns supreme...

Accepting the breath of Brahma...

2011-01-04T14:21:00.000-08:00

Brahma exhales, transforming his etheric body into physicality so that he may experience the realm of being. Universes explode into manifest form, ever expanding the creation of infinite cosmos.
Brahma inhales, transforming her physicality into etheric body, so that she may discover anew the singularity of nothingness. Universes contract, physicality becomes aether, ever condensing to the eternal consciousness of GodSelf truth.

A child gazes at a coffee pot steaming on an open fire. She observes gases rise to the heavens above. The gases are captured by passing clouds which slowly shuffle to the distant coast.
A snowflake is borne on cosmic winds, further blanketing the mountain peak below. The snowflake remains separate and unique waiting for the spring sun to offer unity. Trickles become a rivulet in search of source. Rivulets merge into raging rivers, cascading into an awesome presence of unity. Rivers spill past delta planes, calm in the knowing that source is near. Gracefully, the ocean accepts the return of her lost children.

I see in this reality an infinite amount of snowflakes. No two are alike, however each has arisen from the one source. I see darkness in the form of illusion, monkey mind justifies the perception of separation. The cosmic month of May nears as the breath of our divine sun slowly bestows her unifying light. Snowflakes melt, rivulets form, the inevitable path to source has begun. Separate the snowflake remained silent. United, these quiet snowflakes will roar as mighty rivers resounding throughout all lands a new voice of unity and love.

It is time for the cold brain of separation to yield to the warm heart of unity. The snowflake will unite with the ocean, but first it must transform into water. Are you still a snowflake? Do you see in your brethren separation? Despair not when you see your brethren in frozen state the sun will reach them soon.

If we perceive reality from the perspective of a snowflake we become transfixed by fear. The Illuminati corporate banksters have created a perception of reality which appears rather scary. Poverty, war, famine, death, destruction, the list is endless.

Choosing to perceive reality from the perspective of a drop of water we release all fear. We embrace the reality of oneness, understanding that we are the snowflake, the drop and the ocean. That which you fear, hate and fail to accept with unconditional love is in truth yourself. Separation and judgment are the inhibitors blocking the divine radiance of the one truth " I AM THAT I AM ".

Know yourself as the ocean, know that you are eternal love.

In Lak' esh, my brethren, I am everything and nothing, the Alpha and the Omega...

Judgment Day...

2010-12-19T23:11:00.000-08:00

A Trinity Of Love...

2010-12-10T08:29:00.000-08:00

The road less traveled is not a race track. Nor does it lead to a dais encouraging one to expound for profit the knowledge gained. Be gentle with your path, treat it as a lover; understanding, compassion, tenderness, respect and love without demand. There are times during our journey when we abandon all hope. Times when we turn our back in frustration. Times when we just wish to rest and reflect. As the years pass, the path itself seems to take on it's own life, history and identity. The path becomes a tangible being, a partner I very much wish to understand.

This partner is my GodSelf being. Like in the Bible with the father the son and the holy spirit. There seems to have formed in my persona a similar trinity of sorts. The GodSelf (the father), the EgoSelf (the son) and the observer (spirit). Let me further express this analogy is by no way meant to correlate or conform to biblical concepts of the trinity. The metaphor I describe today represents God as self. With that said I find each expression is equally significant as all three establish my perception of reality.

I take the time to express this concept so that you may have the grace to accept whichever expression you choose. GodSelf, Egoself and the Observer are all loving aspects of the ONE. In years past I have often beaten myself up needlessly in frustration as I see myself slip away from spiritual to material. Even more heartbreaking is a movement from spiritual to the banal (T.V.). Thirty years ago my path began. Silly as a babe, I thought the path to discover love would be easy. Twenty years ago I felt frustrated, it seemed impossible to even define love unless it was unconditional.

Would I ever find the truth of how to love?

Ten years ago I accepted that I would never discover unconditional love. Spiritual enlightenment was for those more dedicated, more deserving, more intelligent, more of something I was not. I honestly did not think my brain could absorb more spiritual mumbo jumbo. I had followed the thoughts of great masters, world religions, philosophers and scientists. I tried my best to cover a wide variety of ideas spanning a 3,000 year period. I felt I knew spirituality very well from the brain, alas my heart remained barren of unconditional love.

Why is this so hard?

The reason a search for unconditional love is so difficult is because sensations of gain are so very subtle. Gains in knowledge of the physical is significantly more rewarding. Whereas one reads enough books, one may define intellectual advancement in a specific field. You can say to yourself, I know much more about the quantum world today than five years a ago.

But how do you qualify advancements in love?

You either love unconditionally or you don't. There is no middle ground in such a quest. You can search for decades only to sadly find no serious gain has been made. This lack of tangible reward can play havoc with your mind and spiritual stability.

How do we know unconditional love?

The funny thing is that you do not graduate from the mind to such a truth. You must know this truth from your heart.

Instead of books I chose to continue my search from within, I began to meditate much more. If you call it meditation, I call it deep thinking, because I really am terrible at Yogi type meditation. I decided to spend a few months pondering one question. The very same question I asked when I began.

How do I discover true love?

Following Yaqui Indian tradition of vision quests, I wanted to " form " the emotion of this one specific thought. I wanted to create a " wave " of emotional energy. Slowly over three months the wave grew in momentum, essentially this involved focusing intent. The intent I wished to develop was that I already knew the answer to my question. I would just open my heart to it's presence. The time was right, with the wave cresting, my wife and I set out for a week long camping trip.

Sitting under a starry canopy, the fire casting images dancing on the still lake we took LSD and magic mushrooms. My wife enough for a great high, whilst I consumed enough to go beyond reality. Sitting by the fire I meditated upon my life's question. Information began drizzling down. I use this adjective deliberately, as it did feel like it was raining knowledge. I cried relentlessly for almost half an hour. All I could do was sway back and forth, continually thanking God for such blessings.

Regaining composure, I placed my hand in the middle of the fire, picking up an ember the size of a sparrows egg. I held the burning ember in my hand while I described to my wife what I saw. Visions of zeros and ones dancing up from the coal in an eternal transformation of love energy. Spending a few moments basking in the glory of this magnificent transformation left me awestruck. Placing the ember back in the fire, I transformed into the same love energy.

I became God.

For 8 hours I felt the wonderment of what it truly means to be ONE, to love unconditionally. In my confusion, I thought all humanity was morphing into a new dimension of unity reality. I turned to a tree, wrapped my arms around it and became the tree. I felt all the feelings of the tree, fully embraced in it's essence, I became the tree. During the experience, my heart learned in one night what my brain could not decifer in thirty years.

Although more than five years have passed, I have never since experienced such wonders. I have never attempted to relive or recreate this truth. In the end, I realised unconditional love is what I really am.

How very bizarre, searching with the brain relentlessly for thirty years all the time thinking I was getting nowhere. I could not see tangible results, but I would never give up. Unbenounced to me, my brain was learning to speak to my heart. By developing my understanding of science, philosophy, religion, and ancient spiritual knowledge I was learning a secret language. I never once knew that the fruits of my search was the discovery of heart language.

So what can one gain by learning this very specialised heart language?

We learn that the heart is so powerful, it need only whisper once. Three words from the heart " YOU ARE LOVE " will change your entire perception of reality.

My body and mind travel to many places meeting many people. Sometimes GodSelf whispers, sometimes EgoSelf roars, mostly the Observer discovers. EgoSelf continues to teach me lessons as I loose my way, of this I am grateful. I cannot say I reflect pure GodSelf, I cannot say I reflect pure EgoSelf, I cannot say I am merely the Observer. I am all three, I am an eternal trinity of GodSelf expression.

I AM.

Although we have different paths to GodSelf we share many truths. There are countless ways to climb a mountain. We are not in competition, we are ONE. Time in fact is illusion, we are eternal. If we are to love others we must first learn to love ourselves.

Try and think of yourself as an eternal trinity. The GodSelf, the EgoSelf and the Observer of the NOW. These three beings will dance together and this we will call your reality.

They will teach and love each other, leading you ever closer to light. For now, ego may be your ruler, the observer may not exist. But remember, the GodSelf is always your true essence. In time the observer will become present and you will learn from the lessons ego teaches. Eventually your GodSelf will be discovered, you begin climbing the final mountain. A day will come when we all rejoice together in unity, one being, expressing only unconditional love.

When we climb a mountain there are times when we rest. Ego sees the rest as lost opportunity. Observer sees the rest as reflection. GodSelf sees there never was a mountain to climb. It is not possible to go astray, all choice is illusion. Whatever you manifest will always represent God dancing with God eternally in the NOW. You cannot improve, you are God right now, you are perfection. You can however discover your true identity, and you can always choose. You will climb the mountain at your own pace, in your own way. Accept all moments of manifest reality as divine, choose to love yourself and others, without reservation or condition. Choose to be the GodSelf you truly are. Remember all manifest experience is God dancing with God in the perfect eternal moment of NOW...

In Lak' esh, my beautiful brothers and sisters, we find there is only love...

The lonely voice of unity...

2010-12-08T14:36:00.000-08:00

My wife was mentioning how an American fellow was just imprisoned for three years because he wrote a poem about killing a certain president ( of which discretion suggests I not mention by name ). I thought, I have not written poetry in over 30 years. Such an occasion I feel justifies breaking the dry spell of poetic creativity. I feel penning this tribute speaks to his right to free speech. Let me add that I do not subscribe in any way to his views. I do not believe in violence of any kind. I believe in non compliance with government and living free on the land. It is the power of love that I trust will rid us of fear, judgment and oppression.

The Lonely Voice Of Unity

Spying the mind of humanity,
trapped by a matrix of illusion.
Monkey controlling reality,
creating lives in confusion.

T.V. programs the heart of consciousness,
addicts feeding on material desire.
Education dwindles to nothingness,
while elite relentlessly conspire.

Corporations purchasing government,
constitution torn asunder.
Sleeping masses yield to enslavement,
private banksters count their plunder.

Religion hiding love behind fear,
busily selling lies of separation.
Judgments by masses proudly held dear,
emitting a melody of ignorant dedication.

Brothers we beg of you to wake,
your complete attention is a must.
Our future we cannot forsake,
only in love can we trust.

Silence confirms no reply,
ego maintains perversity.
Fear holds sway I cannot deny,
lonely is the voice of unity.

In Lak' esh, my brothers and sisters, a call to unity and love...

I Thought, You Felt, My Love...

2010-11-29T13:54:00.000-08:00

What is reality? Morpheus asked Neo this question in The Matrix. Unable to see beyond illusion, most people living today cannot answer this essential question. People believe their body is who they are. As well, they perceive their world to be physical and finite. Spiritual and scientific truth express our true legacy as infinite eternal consciousness. However, few grasp this understanding.

The result of this mis perception is a life seldom free from the demands of ego. We constantly look to the future, aching to acquire things we feel we need, or must have.

We observe our bodies with the desire to be slimmer, fitter, better looking, younger, sexier. Never satisfied with the reflection we see in the mirror, we secretly covet our personal version of physical perfection.

Lifetimes are spent chasing material gain, the lust of acquisition is never satiated. Weighed down by the balance sheet of life, we become slaves to a paper demon. The value of the individual is personally and societally tied to the number of dollars one may amass. Dignity, respect, trust, even love is doled out by society with a price tag only the rich can afford. Poor, sick, disabled need not apply, at least not without a platinum card.

Our personal life is equally exposed to this ritual of need. We insist our friends, family, partners act in ways which are favourable to our demeanor and with due consideration to our needs. We become locked in a cycle of unsatisfied expectation. If we perceive a lack of reciprocity, or an affront, anger wells as we defend our position.

The filter we use to view our world is equally insisting; peace, love, justice, harmony, the environment, freedom from oppression, equal rights for all. Failing to understand concepts of duality, we once again express endless desire for change. With pride and compassion we demand the world be run in a manner suitable to the utopia we aspire to.

Relentlessly, the ego encapsulates us into a continuous cycle of want. Like the hamster who never finds and end to his wheel, we have become enslaved to desire.

How do we get off this tread mill? We answer the question posited by Morpheus!

Reality is an eternal expression of Godself consciousness, you are this consciousness. The world and body you believe to be real is truly a grand illusion of physicality. You are God, as such you are the creator. Your perception of reality is established entirely by you. You are are starring in a play which you have written, produced and directed. There is absolutely nothing in this play which you have not created; the broken leg, the " accidental " meeting of your partner, the car accident, the rape you endured, the cancer which takes your life. Every act written by you. The questions you need to ask are; What is this experience teaching me? What can I learn from this moment?

Your Godself writes the script of your play by using thoughts, feelings and emotions originating from your heart. These signals are then relayed to your brain, which in turn, translates into your perception of reality. It would be nice if we were spiritual masters, creating reality instantly, we know this is not the case. Your capacity to direct your reality is a direct function of how close you come to knowing your GodSelf identity. Those able to see a GodSelf reflection will find opportunity to consciously steer their perception of reality toward love. Conversely, living in darkness means never escaping the illusion of need. Fear of loss is the companion of this lonely traveler.

Building your home:

Spiritual or not, you can identify the origin of each thought, feeling and emotion you have, as either fear or love based. Consider you are a master builder constructing a home for you and your family. You are given cement and bricks in two distinct piles. Upon approaching these pile you see two signs, love and fear. You come to determine that you will in fact always be building two homes; one of fear and one of love. You are informed that the home you live in, is the one most complete. You are further instructed that each thought, feeling and emotion you have will build your home. How do you proceed?

This is reality, this is how reality is created and perceived. How does this make you feel?
Do you think it is worth keeping track of your thoughts, feeling and emotions?
Do you think it is worth taking the time to see if by chance you are building a house of fear or love?

You will create, only you can choose the bricks. Choose love, discover the GodSelf within, it's what you truly are.

In Lak' esh, brothers and sisters, think, feel and be, LOVE...

Roger, the dodger... a tribute to love...

2010-11-24T16:37:00.000-08:00

How many of us have heard people say there is nothing I can do? In this the 21st century it has become strikingly obvious that our world is in disarray. For those of you who are not aware of the cabal of Illuminati domination and the many atrocities they have inflicted on mankind the world seems a little brighter. For those who know the truth the future seems bleak at best. If by stroke of bad luck you are wealthy, comfortable and ignorant to the aforementioned travails, you still must agree the state of reality is quickly deteriorating. The sleepiest of people can see their freedoms and rights being eroded. One just need ask a TSA agent on your next flight what authority he/she has, see what happens.

The point I make is that under the duress of enslavement people feel diminished, dis empowered and helpless. They cannot comprehend how one person can make a difference.

Let me tell you about my brother Roger.

I met Roger when he turned 60, he knew the world was screwy but never investigated how upside down this matrix is. His connection to Godself reality was non existent. However, there was within a spark of inquisitiveness usually only reserved for children and scientists. Together we took a path of discovery, unveiling both light and darkness.

Now, eight years later, Roger has completely transformed his connection to reality. He understands Godself being, moreover he grasps the scientific and spiritual truths which form the foundation for aligning with peace and love. Recently retired, he spends most of his time helping others. He discovered a penchant for healing and is constantly researching all aspects of alternate health. Purchasing all kinds of natural medicines, gadgets and widgets so that he may better assist people in moving away from pharmaceuticals and western medicine.

Now you may think, to be able to give so much Roger must be well off. He must be on a fine pension and has realised it is time to share his saved wealth. This is far from the case, Roger is living on a meager pension, he can't keep up to his bills and he really doesn't care because he knows everyone will eventually get their pound of flesh. He knows that the universe will give him everything he needs, and so like a dog answering his masters call the universe feeds him with love.

A few months ago his daughter wanted to buy a gift of appreciation for his help. He considered the offer and asked for a table router. The cost was around 400 pounds. He was excited about the prospect of getting this new equipment. The next week when I spoke to him he had decided against the router. Knowing how much he wanted it, I queried his decision. As it turns out he was surfing an alternate health site and found a natural medicine which he was convinced would help people with thyroid problems. He went on to describe how he had met a few strangers who are dealing with just this issue. He was determined to get the medicine but as usual he was broke and could not muster the 280 quid needed. The solution was simple, he asked his daughter to purchase the medicine instead of the router. He later went on to give away a good deal of this recipe to people for free. If I had the money I would have bought him the router in a heart beat. He never thinks about himself, never asks for recognition or reward. Like a desert flower Roger always gives love, in drought or times of plenty his purpose is to share.

Roger is active in his community, never resisting the opportunity to inform a local shopper of danger when they choose diet coke. Don't be standing near Roger if he sees a chem trail, not unless you want to become informed about what a chem trail is. If he can help you, in any way, he will tirelessly do so. Over the years I have experienced that Roger consistently offers himself to others always to the point of requiring he tighten his belt and do without. He so often gives at no cost to strangers his naturally formulated medications to aid in their suffering. One of my nicknames for Roger is DR.Do Little, because he meets people who are taking an array of drugs that are not helping and cooks up a simple natural recipe which eases their pain. He has spent most of the summer revamping his daughters garden and refurbishing their second home, they cannot cannot figure out why he wants no money in return.

Roger lives every day with a smile on his face. He constantly has a joke to offer, and always leaves you with the feeling of wishing you had more time to spend with him. He knows more about the state of the world than most people do, but like water off a ducks back he shirks it all off. Roger does not know what the future will offer but he does know that his future will involve love, sharing and unity. Roger understands that no matter what this reality brings his true identity will always be Godself.

If you ask Roger, he would tell you I have opened many doors which have allowed him to expand his consciousness. What Roger doesn't know is that they way he conducts his life is a beacon I will always follow. To know love is a beautiful expression, to be love is entirely more appealing.

We all can learn from my brother. If each of us followed this light our world would change. All perils real and perceived would slip into the past. We can be more, we can do more, we are more! Love is the only way to freedom, love is the only answer. Love, without reservation, love without condition, love under duress, love under pain of suffering. Search your hearts, if you determine something which does not carry the energy of love then convert those thoughts, feelings and emotions into LOVE.

NAMASTE Roger my dearest brother I love you. I bow down to your grace sir. The road to a better future will be taken one step at a time, lead and I will follow.

In Lak' esh, brothers and sisters, love is the only answer...

I Found Terrorists, who do I call?

2010-11-21T14:02:00.000-08:00

This is a very important blog, possibly the most important blog you will ever read.

We are all locked in an epic struggle to fight terrorism. Governments are spending trillions of our dollars to fight the global war on terror. The least we could do is pay attention. I noticed on the television a few years back instructions were to keep an eye out. They said I should report any suspicious activity immediately.

I thought to myself, the T.V. is right! I am morally obligated to help my government fight terror.

It is incumbent upon each and every citizen to assist in helping governments keep our world safe. Come on people, our children's lives are on the line. When all is said an done, do you want to tell your children why mommy and daddy never did a thing to protect their future? Do you want to explain to the next generation why they are enslaved? Does " Sorry I didn't know! " fly as an excuse? Is it right to say, " I couldn't do anything, I am just one person. "

STOP making excuses, are you people or sheeple?

Ignorance is an idiots excuse. You have plenty of time for T.V., sports and video games. Why are you not spending a little time finding terrorists? Do what you think is right. I decided to affect a detailed search for terrorists. Tracking their numbers and documenting their tyranny was not easy, but I succeeded.

I want to tell you my brothers and sisters they were all right. Obama, Chaney, Bush, CNN, Fox, Reuters, NY Times. They are not lying to us, I found tens of thousands of of the buggers. They were terrorists everywhere, I made a secret list and I want you to share it with everyone you know.

Before I get into the gory details let us start with Websters Dictionary so that we all agree on what a terrorist is.

Terrorism: The systematic use of terror especially as a means of coercion.

Terrorist: Noun 1. A radical who employs terror as a political weapon; usually organizes with other terrorists in small cells; often uses religion as a cover for terrorist activities
Adj. 1. Characteristic of someone who employs terrorism (especially as a political weapon); "terrorist activity"; "terrorist state"

So with definition in hand, let me show you what I found.

1./ I looked first to the many religions, I thought I might find a few terrorists hidden behind closed doors. Hey, there are some running for cover. Little children have been raped, molested and degraded by countless priests over centuries of time. What if your son or daughter fell prey to these ruthless terrorists? What should you do? Lets face it you would want to grab a gun and shoot the bugger. But since it is not your child, you don't even want to look, let alone do something. Don't you see, your silence has made you complicit to their terror?

2./ All religions of the world use fear and control to convince you that you are separate from God. The truth is, you are God. The possibility of connecting to your divine essence has been taken from. You have been deliberately tricked into living a false reality. This is the greatest act of terrorism ever inflicted on mankind. You are forced to live in a world of fear when your true essence is love. But hey, why worry, you still have the big screen and there is a game on. What can you do, life is pretty good, someone else can clean up the mess, RIGHT!

3./ Governments around the world are being subjugated to the will of private banksters. Greece, Ireland and Iceland have failed, USA, and most of Europe are about to go under. The only reason for this disaster is because private banksters have bribed politicians into enacting legislation allowing privately owned syndicated banks like, The Federal Reserve, to act as the vehicle for printing currency. This interest laden production of all currency has placed all countries in a position of unsustainable debt. Imagine this, you have the option to print your own money or you could use a credit card to borrow. If you could print your own money would you? Or, would you go to Visa and borrow at 29%? Not a hard question to answer is it? Why then do all governments of the world refuse to print their own currency? These banksters are real terrorists, let's round them all up. Or do you prefer to watch T.V.? When you are living in a tent you might care. But hey, your bills are being paid, your belly is full and The Simpson's are on. Why should you care if someone else has just lost their house?

4./ Chemtrails are everywhere, even with a little effort you can determine what is in those white trails above. Our air is being polluted with heavy metals, toxins and living germs. The government says it needs to control global warming, so weather control is essential. Do you buy this lie while thousands of people every year are suffering the ill effects of chemtrails? The worst is that people are so brainwashed they thing that these vapor trails are con trails. What a joke, how stupid can some people be? No investigation, no intelligent observation. They just buy the party line while their brothers die. Hey the air seems okay around here so why worry right? I say we fight these terrorists by informing others about their evil plans. So what will you tell your daughter when she asks, why didn't you know?

5./ GMO foods, corporations are bioengineering food at an unflappable rate. It is almost impossible to find healthy food to eat. The supermarket is the most dangerous place you will visit this week, why is that? Scientific studies indicate it would take several apples today to give you the nutritional value of one apple grown 50 years ago. No one can say exactly how dangerous genetically modified foods are, there simply is not enough research. However, most scientists agree the introduction of GMO foods will devastate the natural ecology of life on our planet. Don't you think something should be done about the terrorists who are poisoning our food supply? Don't you think it is time to turn off the T.V. and think for yourself? When is it time to get informed, today, next week after 2012?

6./ Our government is putting sodium fluoride in our water. Fluoride is a by product of the smelting of aluminum. It is classified as an extremely toxic waste. so dangerous to your health one tube of toothpaste eaten will severely harm and possibly kill a small child. Check your toothpaste tube, the warning is right on the back. Fluoride was found to be a very effective means of controlling the emotions of prisoners. Hitler medication of prisoners with fluoride allowed them to reduce the amount of guards by more than 75%. Stalin was very fond of using fluoride in the gulags of Russia, again to control the prisoners behaviour. So tell me what should we do about the terrorists poisoning our water?

7./ Micro waves, cell phones, cordless phones and wireless technology. As you buy the latest gadgets for yourselves and children do you ever think to ask yourself, is this safe? Of course not, you just expect that corporations and governments would ban unhealthy products, after all they have your best interests at heart right? These items are one of the primary reasons for the mass acceleration of cancer. Should we allow such terrorist cabals to destroy our brains with radiation. What do you think, is it time to wake up yet? Is it time to fight the terrorists like the T.V. says you should. What should you do now? You are safe in your home the T.V. is on and a ball game is just starting. Watch the game or fight terrorism? What is more important to you and your children? Wake up, you are asleep?

8./ Depleted Uranium is being used in testing grounds all over Europe and North America. Most small arms used in war today use DU ammo. Do you know what DU can do? Look at the soldiers coming home and check out their rate of cancer and look at the deformed babies they are bearing. Look at the deformed and mutilated bodies of the children in Afghanistan and Iraq. They are brown babies, not like you right? They live so far away, it's nothing you and your children need worry about right? Wake up people, turn the T.V. off and protect your children. Stop these terrorists before it is too late.

9./ The rape of the planet. Just look at what we are allowing? Is this the kind of world we want? Does corporate greed and bankster terrorism not demand that you do something. Are you ready to wake up, or is that a job for someone else? Who should protect you and your children if you refuse to? Are you ready to help me stop terrorism?

10./ What else does it take to get you people to wake up? If not for yourselves then for your children and grandchildren.

I could go on, but I think you get my point. This blog site has over 50 issues of soft kill terrorism perpetrated by the fascist terrorists in $ 10,000 dollar suits. Grab those TSA bastards and home land security and lets march them to the homes of these subversive terrorists. Demand they give us back our dignity, freedom and health.

Those who know me must be surprised by this blog. I always advocate love and oneness. I always speak to the need to see beyond all illusion. Allow me to close this blog with reflections of truth...

You are God, you rise above this matrix of madness. Your true essence is love. Love in fact is all there is. This world is a dream, your life is eternal. You are GodSelf consciousness, nothing could be more beautiful. The lesson to learn is that we must become aware of how this reality is manufactured. We are being driven into an expression of fear, hate and judgment. This is not who we are, but rather who we have been created to become. I do not advocate violence of any kind. I do not advocate anger or resistance. We will never experience unconditional love by resisting. What is needed is to love everyone and everything. Ask everyone you know to wake up. People are blinded by main stream media, government and corporations. They just need to discover reality beyond the facade of lies. Be patient and persistent, do whatever it takes to make them listen. Do not spread fear. Fear is what the terrorists want. Urge people to change their lifestyles, consume less, eliminate the T.V. and become active in their communities for the purpose of educating. Look at history take lessons from Gandhi the master of passive resistance. We the people have all the power in our hands. By spreading love and refusing to accept tyranny we can discover our true self. We can and will defeat these terrorists but not with force. We will show them love, compassion, non judgment and non compliance. We will forgive and show them a better way to experience this dream we call reality.

Namaste, my brethren, pssst... I love you, it is time to wake up....

ONE Reality, ONE God, YOU...

2010-11-11T10:16:00.000-08:00

You are beginning a journey to determine self. I remember when I first began my search a little over 30 years ago. I knew there must be more love and peace in my life. I knew my religion had deceived me but I was a babe in the woods uncertain of where to turn.

After careful study of all world religions I came to see how the weaves of ignorance form similar global tapestries. Moving into philosophy I determined greater truth. Advanced science coupled with ancient Shamanic traditions allowed me to escape the illusion of ego self.

All religions maintain God " CREATED " the universe. This God judges our actions in this life so that he may bestow reward or punishment. Religion will use the carrot and stick to hold sway followers. By example, Catholicism uses heaven and hell, Muslims strive to earn a favored presence with Allah in the afterlife and Buddhists concern themselves with the desire to enjoy a favorable rebirth in the eternal wheel of time.

Spiritual truth displays a significant contrast. The master understands that God
" BECAME " the universe. This fundamental shift in understanding allows one to determine all manifest reality is God. You are God, I am God, the desk you sit at and the words you read and write are God. There is nothing which is not God.

Many people who are faced with this truth will argue; " If all is God then how come there is evil in the world?"

To answer this intelligent query one must understand the natural law of duality. Choice can only be derived from duality, hot cannot be experienced without a reference for cold. Up cannot exist without there being a down. We cannot choose love without an expression of fear to offer contrast. The purpose of being, is in choosing from a plethora of options one inevitable path which will lead back to the unity of ONE. This experiential transit from the ONE to the many and back to the ONE is known in Vedic tradition as the breath of Brahma.

With this truth instilled in the heart, a person no longer sees the illusion of separation. Instead, we see all as ONE. We release the trappings of ego; fear, want, desire, judgment, lack, hate, self abasement are justly determined as constructs of the primary illusion of separation. Also released are the illusions fed by the ego; time, space, separation, physicality, good verses evil.

You will never die, you will never be born. You are not the body ego self " I ". You are eternal consciousness, you are the GodSlef. You may believe your daughter or son is separate from you, born after you, younger than you. This, my dear brethren, is illusion. You and your daughter are GOD, everything and nothing, the Alpha and the Omega.

In conclusion, I see in you the opportunity to determine your divine essence. Very few souls are ready for this journey. Very few have the capacity to understand the language of their heart. I invite you to enter my gymnasium of the mind. Explore the illusions which dis empower your GodSelf essence.

It is my path to offer information to seekers. With this offer I present my blog site as a library of truth. From a scientific and spiritual perspective you may determine reality. There are over 300 free videos available which are designed to ease your path.

God dances with God in the perfect eternal moment of NOW, come dance with me.

In Lak' esh, my dear brothers and sisters, love is all there is, all else is illusion...

Punk Master " T ".

2010-10-10T12:47:00.000-07:00

A few weeks past, I was sitting at my computer writing about unconditional love when my wife burst in. Wrapped in a towel, dripping wet, she informed an intruder had invaded the privacy of her shower. Pulling back the curtain I found, in the corner of the tub, a tiny little bird quivering with fear. His instinctual reaction was to resist as I gently picked him up. Within seconds he calmed, his little heart slowed as he accepted his fate. I placed him on the floor near my greenhouse hoping he would get his bearings in a warm place while my wife and I inspected him for damage. He remained silent, allowing us to determine the state of his health as satisfactory other than his inability to fly. We sat back in amazement, watching him quickly adjust to his circumstances. He hopped into the pot of the nearest plant acclimating to his new environment.

We searched the internet to determine his species which is a Cedar Waxwing
( Bombycilla cedrorum ). I called around to local government agencies for assistance but as it was Saturday everything was closed. I contacted the local veterinarian for assistance. The vet mentioned they would accept the bird however, regulations would only allow them to keep him for 24 hours. Unwilling to defer to regulatory decision making. My wife and I decided it necessary and humane to adopt this little bundle of love for the duration of his recovery.

We needed a name for this little fellow, we chose Tweedy. The first order of the day was to determine his diet. He had pooped on the floor leaving a partly decomposed berry to get us started. We discovered on the internet his preference for a variety of berries as well as the odd flying insect. We were worried he might miss migration. Soon our concerns were belayed when we discovered he spends the winter in this region. It took a while, but we established from the development of his plumage coupled with the start of nesting season, his age must have been about 10 weeks when he arrived. We wondered how he found his way through the small bathroom window which opens away from the wall leaving a very limited opening for entrance.

We hypothesised he may have been attacked by a Stellar Jay or a Crow, forcing him to make an uncomfortable choice. He could not fly, so we assumed he probably damaged his wing wildly trying to escape the unnatural confines of the bathroom. The internet offered another possible reason for his presence in our home. Apparently, it is common for Waxwings to get drunk on fermented berries, causing them all sorts of navigational flight issues.
We liked the idea of a young, punk of a bird, getting pissed for the first time ending up in a mess. He displayed no physical damage, other than his wing, so this very well may be the most apt explanation for his timely arrival.

I felt he should have warmth so his blood could circulate better inducing healing of the damaged muscle tissue. Along with his warm environment he needed lots of food. I spied a Mountain Ash in the woodlot next to my home allowing me to gather many ripe berries. The black berries were also ripe and full so I collected up a handful. Proud of my menu assortment I hoped Tweedy would enjoy the evening meal. I placed a few berries at his feet, he just looked around showing little interest in food. He was still suffering from the shock of the days events, it seemed he preferred to just rest quietly. Before going to bed I wanted him to eat something so I captured a live Crane Fly. I held the wiggling bug in front of his tiny beak allowing nature took over. He snapped up the large bug gobbling it down in a few quick bites. I scoured my home, finding three more bugs. Finally he seemed sated, so we wished him a pleasant good night.

Sunday morning was bright and warm so we thought it a good chance to take Tweedy outside. He spent the night in the greenhouse warm and quiet. When we spied in on him he seemed much brighter. During the evening and early morning he had fixed up most of his damaged plumage. His demeanor had changed as well, the shock had worn off and he was busily walking around the greenhouse from plant to plant. I tried to feed him some Ash berries but he showed no interest. The blackberry he happily accepted, he proceeded to eat three blackberries, quite a feat for this little fellow. From this time on, he proved to be a berry consuming machine, eating far more than I ever imagined a little bird could. He would consume at least one full handful of berries each day.

The Ash berries were harder and pulpy he had a devil of a time managing the little round berries with his beak. Often the attempt to swallow the berry resulted in it popping out of his mouth landing a couple feet away. He would chase down the berry, trying again to swallow it. Some berries took for or five efforts before success. there were times of course he would suck it up and move on to another berry.

The blackberries were much easier for him to manage. Full of juice they relented quickly to his attack. Attack it was, he made a constant mess tossing the blackberries all over the room. Snapping off small pieces of the bigger berries usually meant the remnants were strewn about. The downside of the blackberries was that they made his beak sticky. To fix this he had to constantly rub his beak on the pot lids to keep it clean.

Without a doubt his favorite on the menu was always flying bugs. I never gave him spiders because they have a sacred spot as co-dwellers in our home. We owe it to spiders to respect their home and protect them from harm. However the flying creatures were fair game. As transients they fall under the domain of prey. As I was benefactor for the Master, I took on the role of provider. Normally all bugs enjoy freedom and safety in our home, however they needed to respect my new role as an ipso facto bird. Punk master T never refused a wiggling insect, the moths were his favorite. Small puffs of moth dust would explode with each bite he took until it was finally devoured.

He seemed extremely calm, much calmer than most caged birds I have encountered. I thought it might be unsettling for him if I picked him up. Instead, he always chose to just climbed on my open fingers allowing me to transport him around the home and outdoors. Outside he was very quiet, he made his way to a small plant near the front door sitting near motionless about a meter away. Every morning we followed the same ritual of placing him in front of the open door allowing him the opportunity to explore or leave. If the weather was good we might get him out three or four times a day. The first two days outdoors he just stayed quiet near cover. Later in the week he started walking around the yard more, on occasion making his way toward the open lot next door.

I was perfectly happy to see him leave however, there was one rule. I did not want to see him leave unless he could fly. I felt there was no point in allowing his total freedom until he was able to fend for his food and safety. A flight to freedom would mean his survival would be much more assured. He never tried more than once a day to hop to freedom. If I brought him back the fifteen or so meters to the front door he was always content to stick around. Leaving him outside for long stretches was not possible as there are two very successful " spy kitties " who are neighbors.

For the most part Tweedy's day was spent with the plants under the warmth of the greenhouse grow light. At times he liked walking around my office, just hanging out while I worked. Many late afternoons Tweedy would be found munching on berries, happy in his basket enjoying some sun in the downstairs living room. As the week progressed his health improved dramatically.

After the first few days Tweedy really showed his character as investigative, calm, trusting and loving. My wife and I tended to his every need, fresh water and berries along with all the bugs he could eat. He was showing signs of trying to fly and was very active in the house. We often encouraged him to test his capacity to fly however, he still could not maintain or increase altitude.

His beautiful attitude to life, mixed with little tuft on his head earned him the nickname " Punk Master T ". Punk, because he arrived probably as a young punk boozed up for the first time. Mater, because he proved himself to be a master of unconditional love and acceptance. T of course represents Tweedy. The internet mentioned the Cedar Waxwing has a reputation for being a very loving and community oriented bird. Not aggressive at all, they tend to get along well with each other. Punk master T is certainly confirmation their reputation is well earned.

Six days after his arrival, my wife and I went out for the evening. My son mentioned Tweedy had made his way to the upstairs bathroom, a fight of 13 stairs from the downstairs where he had been put to bed for the night. This revelation signaled for us the fact Punk Master T must have regained the capacity for flight. We knew he was to soon leave our happy home.

We spent a most wonderful week learning from this tiny creature a valuable lesson of unconditional love, trust and acceptance. Early the next morning my wife and I placed the Master on the doorstep in front of the open patio door. As usual he spent a few moments smelling the fresh air then hopped out of his basket. He walked around the living room entertaining my wife and I while we drank our morning coffee. He eventually made his way back to the basket for some breakfast.

A few moments later he hopped out of his basket flying two meters to a plant on the patio. He sat quietly in the pot amusing himself with the autumn morning. My heart was in my throat I had a feeling this was the moment of his departure. He dipped his little body up and down a few times signifying his desire to lift off. Before I could say a word he was gone. The Master had flown to a tree in the woodlot next to our home. It was a magnificent flight of fifteen meters or so. My wife and I stood in the door watching his euphoric emancipation. I called my son downstairs so he could enjoy this last moment with the Master. He rested on the perch a couple minutes more, relishing his new found flight. Without a glance back he lifted off one final time, never to be seen again. The parting was a mix of great joy and sorrow. Sorrow only for the breaking of a beautiful relationship etched in our memories and hearts forever.

Punk Master T has taught me to better appreciate the ONEness of our reality. Filters of separation keep us from grasping the fact all manifest reality is God experiencing being God in the eternal moment. Punk Master T, you and I are truly one. We are all magnificent reflections of God essence. We can truly love and connect with all reality.

I can imagine myself as a teen, drunk for the first time. I wake up in a strange place with a giant taking care of me. My injuries offer no chance at freedom. I am truly at the mercy of this alien creature.

The reaction most of us would take is that of fear, confusion and certainly a strong desire to escape. Beyond all, we would strive to be home, safe, secure in surroundings we trust. Choosing to be calm, accepting my fate, loving and allow myself to be loved would be defined as a most altruistic response.

This little brother has shown me the truth of this path. He has been a beautiful reminder that unconditional love and acceptance is the surest way to freedom.

Namaste, my brethren, love is all there is, all else is illusion...

Grace from disorder...

2010-06-15T16:02:00.000-07:00

We all stumble through life attracting confusion and disorder. Often we fail to understand three important characteristics of disorder;
1./ Without exception, all disorder we experience we have brought to ourselves.
2./ Each experience of disorder begs us to take ownership.
3./ Each experience will contain an opportunity to learn a lesson. In so doing, transcend the need to revisit similar lessons.

Beyond Deception:

Often we fail to realise how obstacles presented in our lives are lessons subconsciously invited into the realm of personal experience. By failing to accept the true causation of " bad experiences ", we feel the need to cast blame. Once we use blame to redirect the energy of lessons we doom ourselves to be revisited by similar disorder.
The essence of this concept is to experience our world as a synchronized dance in loving oneness with all beings. Your brother who causes you distress and harm has been brought to your door, by you, so that you may discover your true self.
From this perspective we determine there is no need to cast blame or place judgment. Instead, we accept each experience as a gift; with love, appreciation and thanks. Left in the rubble is the darkness of the ego; blame, judgment, need and fear. In it's place we find compassion, respect, tolerance, sharing, understanding and, most importantly, love. Application of this understanding is profound, allowing us the opportunity to become more graceful and loving. Moreover, it affords us the capacity to live a longer, richer life.

So why does humanity express such an incomprehension of this truth? Why do we continue to live without grace in a state of such disorder?

We have been programmed by society, media, church, education and government to experience life as an island. People have been taught to believe they are caught in a struggle for survival against a cruel and unjustified world. A Darwinian world, where only the strongest have a right to survive. The promotion of such damaging dogma enslaves the potential of the individual.
As applied to disorder, we should offer love and acceptance for each opportunity to learn. We instead see an attack which needs to be eradicated or rebuffed. As a result of manufactured ignorance our society places itself in a constant state of disorder from which there seems no relief.

Lets quickly look at how this can be applied to day to day life. Think of something you deem a common annoyance, look for the lesson. Love and accept the lesson, then leave it behind. Once you have learned the lesson you will find a pearl of wisdom for you and others to share.
By example, I always ( still do ) have had a problem with bad service and long checkout lines. This manifests itself in my life regularly, if I go into a checkout I will almost always find myself in the slowest line. The lesson is obvious, I need to apply more patience in my life, I need to slow down. As well I would benefit from accepting the fact many employees are not happy in their work, as a result they will inevitably perform poorly. Instead of offering resistance to the lesson I need to offer love and acceptance.
After consideration I discovered that these " bad experiences " were really just bad choices. I found that instead of choosing emotions of frustration and anger I could just as easily choose compassion and love for the teller. Just by making a fundamental change in perspective I could use this " bad experience " as an opportunity to add more love in my life and that of those around me.

I experience that when I refocus my energy to embrace love I always feel free, content and invigorated.

As I identify better with this lesson I find I am visited much less often. I see it first as a gentle reminder to refocus on life beyond illusion. Secondly, and more importantly, I see clearly how all disorder in my life is really a dance of beautiful perfection.
How we perceive our reality becomes a foundation for the experience we call life. We change the world one person at a time, beginning with ourselves. As our species learns to identify with our true spiritual nature we will release disorder with the application of compassion, unity and love.

In Lak'ech, my brethren, from disorder we find perfection and love...

A New World Awaits....

2010-05-01T09:45:00.000-07:00

It's been a whole month since I posted anything, but I haven't abandoned my blog or died. My family and I are in the middle of a big change. It could be a week before I get the Internet back. Two weeks ago, I lost my job. The next day our landlady told us that the apartment we live in had been sold and we would have to move. My son also wrote his final school exam yesterday. I've been wanting to leave Vancouver for some years now. It's just too expensive to live here. Not only that, but there's the chem-trails and the pervasive EM pollution, among other things. My intuition told me that, when the right time arrived, I would know. I don't think the signs could be any clearer.
So tomorrow, we'll be leaving for our new home at the north end of Vancouver Island, near Port Hardy. The new place has fruit trees and wild raspberries, and we've a green light to plant a garden! I can't complain about the $750.+ reduction in rent either. I'm really looking forward to this change. It's a big one though. We're going from a city of 2 million + people to a town of about 150! I have to stop writing now; there's still so much to do....

Namaste, until we meet again...

" Seek and Avoid " The masters of sorrow...

2010-04-04T12:13:00.000-07:00

The pendulum of desire swings back and forth along the polarities leaving sorrow in it's wake of momentum. The inability to see beyond illusion of separateness leaves us in a constant state of fear and need.

Why does this happen?

Take a moment to think about the manifestation of your life experience. We all must agree there are experiences we seek, conversely there are experiences we avoid. We seek to be loved, to have good health, a comfortable life along with all the trinkets which that may encompass. Everyone seeks approval, recognition and respect from others. In general we seek to only embrace that which we feel will make us happy and healthy. We also spend a great deal of energy avoiding those experiences we perceive will detract from the promotion of health or happiness.
I believe it is safe to say we all manifest our life experience in this regard. We have been taught to see ourselves as separate from each other. From birth we mindlessly follow illogical programming by a society asleep to the truth of ONEness. The devastating result is a species devoid of unity, harmony and true unconditional love. We learn to disconnect with reality so that we may embrace a nightmare in the guise of a dream.

So how has the ME ME ME life of continual need served mankind?

Even the most optimistic dolt would have to agree our world is in turmoil. The closest cousin we can find highlighting the way a species relates to it's environment is a cancer cell. Is this the type of legacy we wish to leave for our children to follow?

How do we step off this cycle of destruction?

Firstly we need to see beyond the illusion of separation. Secondly we must understand why polarity exists as part of life experience. Thirdly we must eliminate judgement in favour of unconditional love. The greatest journey begins with one step, just as the path to a new world begins with one person making the decision to forge a new paradigm.

True freedom can only be expressed when we see our brother as a reflection of our self. If we cannot embrace the ONE with our heart then we must begin with our mind. Biology and Physics are two sciences which prove beyond any doubt that we are all ONE being, interconnected to each other by our hearts; emotionally, magnetically and electrically . Moreover science has proven reality, as we perceive it, is a function of our co creation. Imagine how free our world would become when we live our life in harmony with everything and everyone. From the perspective of the ONE fear cannot exist because we would understand our life to be an eternal expression of the NOW moment. From the ONE we understand that need does not exist. We comprehend that through the reflection of our brethren we already own the experience of everything.

Thinking of our world expressed as duality or polarity is a fundamental viewpoint affording one a closer connection to the ONE. Like a set of scales we add weight to one side, therfore an equal amount of weight must be applied to the other side to effect balance. Our world is perfectly balanced, for every expression of fear there is an expression of love. Each and every manifest expression must have an equal and opposite reflection. Life then becomes perceived as a dance of energy with the killer and the victim in the synchronicity of a loving GODLY experience. We tend to use judgement to perceive a right and wrong or a good and bad of every expression. Instead, we should see the inherent GODLINESS in all expression. You are the perpetrator and the victim, you own both experiences, you are GOD> THE ONE. From this vista we can release the need to judge others. When we live our life with such understanding we then stop fighting the flow of life, we become ONE.

When we truly know the ONE, when we truly understand polarity, then a wonderful thing happens>>> UNCONDITIONAL LOVE bursts forth from our being. We can now co create our reality in a new light, with a new vision. How differently we would act if we truly knew all manifest expression to be GOD at play. Under the warm light of unconditional love there is no place for darkness, no need for polarity to remain as teacher.

The domain of this Eden can be found not from the past or future but only from the NOW moment. It is only in the gentle stillness (isness) of the NOW that we can release the fears of what the past has brought and what the future may hold. The NOW moment allows us the opportunity to be free of the continual chattering of the monkey mind. The NOW moment gives us the opportunity to look within.

So how does all this apply to our day to day life?

It is all about choice. We can choose to turn off the T.V. ( or better yet toss it out ) instead we can search out truth. We can dedicate our life to seeing beyond illusion. We are here to learn how to express unconditional love and by doing so find the GODself. We can choose to honor this fact by directing all our life choices toward this goal. As we choose to release the old paradigm room will be made to express a new loving reality. We are reactive, egocentric, judgemental beings but we don't have to be. We can step off the merry go around; our footing may be unsteady at first, but we will quickly regain our balance. As long as we buy into the illusion of seek and avoid we will never find peace. The answer is to see GOD in every expression and to have the grace to accept the isness of life. When we finally stop demanding life to be a certain way we will finally find unconditional love. From tragic to magic our world is ready to be changed. Are you ready to co create a new world?

Your GODself waits to be found, wake up, wake up, wake up a new sun rises.

Namaste, my brethren, seek and avoid are no masters for you.

Evolution of Human Consciousness...

2010-03-26T16:06:00.000-07:00

On a blog site called Evolver I responded to the following query; What does " The Evolution of Human Consciousness really mean. "
The following is my response. What do you think?

Evolution as defined by Encarta. 1. The theoretical process by which all species develop from earlier forms of life. 2. The natural or artificially induced process by which new and different organisms develop as a result of DNA changes.

For the purpose of the aforementioned phrase I feel more comfortable expanding the definition as follows. 1./ The natural progression of a specific energy vibration as it finds it's limits, then transcends said boundaries, by way of DNA changes. 2./ A process by which mankind transcends the illusion of duality as he/she wakes to the ONENESS of GodSELF reality.

Consciousness as defined by Encarta. 1./ Being awake and aware of what is going on around you. 2./ Some body's mind and thoughts. 3./ A set of feelings beliefs and opinions of a group.

For the purpose of this discussion, I believe we can see how the Encarta definitions promulgate confusion. From the perspective of evolutionary consciousness Encarta does not offer any connection whatsoever. Encarta is mixing awareness and perspective with consciousness, the result is ambiguity at best. Consciousness as it relates to human evolution could be described more holistically as follows. 1./ The ability of a given point of awareness to experience in part or in full it's GodSELF truth. 2./ The ability of a collective group to discover, through infinite points of awareness, in part or in full the true ONENESS of being.

So why all the confusion?

As mankind evolves, so does our language. Each individual perspective of language is of course different as each person has their own specific points of reference. I started a blog site called God's Dictionary. It was intended to be a vehicle for redefining words from a perspective of GodSELF reality juxtaposed to the false ego definitions used in today's common vernacular. It petered out, only because of difficulty keeping up to a 24 hour day that really should be 30 hours. My point being, when we review such a tossed about phrase like " Evolution of Human Consciousness " we will invariably trip over our tongues.
In addition to our changing language the Internet furnishes us with a wealth of information at our fingertips. As one would suspect much of this archive is riddled with falsities, confusion and in some cases deliberate misinformation.
Thirdly the term consciousness seems to be blurred by many into other similar words like perception or awareness. Many bloggers and writers alike have a very foggy conceptualisation of the differences between perception, awareness and consciousness.
Of course there are many other subtle and gross factors which cause a simple statement like " Evolution of Human Consciousness " to be misconstrued.

So what does it all mean?

Consciousness in the context of this phrase represents the path mankind takes from separation to the ONE. As individuals we are born with the GodSELF connection intact. However, our DNA quickly adapts to the dualistic environment of which our body is subjected to. In short order our being adjusts to the energy frequencies of our environment.
From GodSELF awareness ( that being unconditional love ) we slip into a sleep or coma which is expressed as separation. Baby sees the doctor, nurses and it's environment thus discovers self separate from the ONE. This sleep of the masses is embraced by the DNA of baby and the journey of the soul commences. As the ages are expressed under the illusion of time our species evolves by the activation of latent aspects of our DNA.
Our hearts communicate to the universal GOD source by the transmission of neuropeptides transferred to the brain allowing us to express our reality. Over eons of time our species DNA commune with the GOD source reacting in kind to heightening galactic frequencies which activate DNA to promote new species. Further to this, we understand that our planet is passing through a photon belt of energy which signifies an imminent DNA change. Conjecture proposes that the energy in the photon belt will reach apex or Zero Point by December 21, 2012. The energy of change has been building, we are experiencing the effects now ( imagine having this conversation, in this forum 10 years ago ). As our collective being integrates this new energy an opportunity to align with this higher resonation of energy becomes possible. ( the square root of 1% of the population in resonance will create the 100th monkey effect. Meaning a tipping point would be reached allowing the total species to experience DNA upgrades. The minimum needed number of frequency conduits is approximately 8,680 souls )
If we are capable of embracing the new energy it is suggested we will experience a shift from third dimensional reality to a higher frequency of fifth dimensional reality. How this fifth dimension will manifest is any ones guess. In fact it is all our guesses combined. So what do you expect the evolution of human consciousness to mean?
The path to the ONE is our raison d'etre, the journey is often coined as evolution. The next species will be known as Homo Luminous.

Namaste, my brother Monte, evolution from fear to love...

Here Comes The Judge....

2010-03-25T15:01:00.000-07:00

We are all judges. Release from this destructive course of action is only found with unconditional love. Think about it, take a moment, please reflect on the many ways we judge our brethren.
By example; someone is introduced to us, how does our mind reflect this encounter? First we assess, colour, sex, creed, weight, aesthetic beauty, intelligence, demeanor etc... Within 60 seconds we will have categorized and slotted this person into a given genre. Somewhere on an imaginary scale of good or bad this person will surely reside. Along with this assessment we will then embrace a feeling of connectivity or repulsion. These sentiments will forge the foundation for the relationship we will or will not choose to establish.
It is not just people we judge, we remain in a constant flux of judgement. Second by second we assess our world without unconditional love. We subconsciously judge, the weather, our present state of happiness or lack thereof, the chair we sit in, the taste of our food ad infinitum the judging never ends. All aspects of our environment fall under relentless scrutiny.

Our reality is a function of our thoughts, feelings and emotions. We are creating our reality each and every moment of our being. This constant assessment of our present reality is fodder for how we will choose our future reality. Ergo, we feel desperation over the quality of our life then desperate times are surely in store. Books like " the secret " expose the connectivity of self to the ability to speak to the divine source. Such books will encourage you to pay respect to the " law of attraction " thus using this gnosis to attract wealth and material gain. How shameful it is to use GodSELF truth in such a banal way.

Instead, think of the great spiritual wealth you may manifest when using this law to discover unconditional love. Give away a smile and a smile will return, send out love and love will return. See knowledge and knowledge will return. We are what we eat, hell no! we are what we think.

So what keeps us from touching and directing the divine source to yield unconditional love? I aver it is only the false ego using judgement in the form of the monkey mind which waylays our path to truth, peace and love. The only way to escape the monkey mind of judgement is to see, with all knowing,
" THE ONE ".

We are here to discover unconditional love. In order to determine this realm of consciousness we need to transcend the perceived dualistic nature of our reality. There is no good or bad, there is only a polarity of energy. All energy is GOD. There is truly no manifest expression which is not 100% GOD. To say we are ONE is to see beyond the illusion of separation.

As long as we judge our environment, our brethren and our reality we will serve our false ego and thus remain in illusion. Break free of the illusion of separation. See all atomic structure as " The One ". See all manifest expression as " The One ".

We can learn about the true nature of our reality without " knowing " truth. Our monkey mind is the barometer of our progress. Remain vigilant in choosing to be the " awareness " which transcends duality. The choices we need to make are not monumental, it really is simple. Be aware of your monkey mind. When it expresses itself, take a moment to realign with truth. This person in front of me is not 5'11" 290 pounds, red hair, acne with a pungent aroma. This person in front of me is GOD, this is a divine being worthy of my unconditional love.

I demand my right to offer this person my love. I demand my right to see beyond physical illusion. I will only accept my GodSELF perspective to represent reality. ALL ELSE IS MONKEY MIND!!! Ha ha ha ha you silly little monkey.
I demand my right to see my world as paradise. I demand my right to see beyond the illusion suggesting maya. If I do not see my life as beautiful, divine, loving and fulfilling then I cannot be seeing truth. Ha ha ha ha you silly little monkey.
Embrace our enemy for there are no enemies. See beyond our fear for there is nothing to fear. Looking deep in our hearts we understand the truth of " THE ONE ". The monkey keeps us from " knowing " this truth.
I strive every day to pay attention to my thoughts. I try my best to catch the monkey. For the most part the monkey wins. However, I am gaining quickly. Soon I will yank that little buggers tail. I love every being with pure unconditional love, I don't see bad or good. I " know " the ONE, but still that little monkey rules my world....... for now. Ha ha ha ha ha you silly little monkey.

A splendid rendition of the law of attraction can be found in the method used by the Hopi Indians in their rain dance ritual. The elder draws the rain from source by using thought empowered by emotion to experience the feeling of rain. It is in " the knowing " that rain clouds form when the Elder seeks their presence. Let us " know " love, let us share love, let us be love. Follow the path which will afford you the best ability to shed fear in favour of love. Be " THE ONE ".

I will leave you with a quote from an author appropriately named Happe. " All thoughts must be thoughts of unconditional love. All else is irresponsible. "

Stepping in the Do Do...Oops

2010-03-20T13:22:00.000-07:00

Namaste my brethren. We are being distracted on a massive scale. A covert plan of disunity is being played out to benefit the cabal of corporate Illuminati dominance. Hell bent on enslaving mankind they demand your energy, moreover they dominate your every waking moment. Main stream media is just one engine which they use to develop a motif of distraction, fear, greed and unease. The end game of course is to keep us from discovering our true GodSELF reality. En mass, thoughts, feelings and emotions of the collective mind are driven to distraction under the cadence of slogans like the Nike mantra " Just do it ". How many times have you been asked " What is it you do for a living? ".
It seems to me everyone has an axe to grind, a trinket to buy or a desire which needs to be satiated. Conspiracy theorists want you to fight for your freedom from enslavement. Churches want you to sing their praise of false idols. Corporations demand your attention so that you buy the latest flavour of the day. Governments want you to do a good days work so that you may earn the right to live on their land whilst enjoying their services. Social revolutionaries want you to fight injustice, save the planet, save the children, stop abuse, stop cancer etc... the list is truly endless. Schools demand your acquiescence as they pump your mind full of indoctrination so that you may perform well for the master. The New Age group want you to eliminate all the darkness in favour of living only in light.
What is it the average human wants? MONEY and lots of it! Our programming has created a race of " individuals " which will do anything in their power to succeed. Success as defined by the American dream is to have everything you could ever want, the winner is the one with the most toys.

Servitude to the system, enslavement to the banal, these are not the reasons for our graceful presence as GodSELF beings.

Are we not more than slaves performing pedantic gestures at the behest of a supreme corporate master? When will we say enough? When will we stop searching for glory in the outer world? When will we slow down the pace in favour of seeking the true GodSELF which resides within each of us?
In this reality paradigm we seem forever ensconced in there is only one way mankind can effect change. We must turn off the mass media in favour of searching for our inner truth. In effect we must stop stepping in the do do. Make time to see past illusion so that we may discover our GodSELF and our raison d'etre.

Who are we? Why are we here?
We are the divine spark. We are a reflection of the perfect ONE. We reside in timeless infinity as the all powerful ONE. We express ourselves in a cosmic pool of infinite choice. Our divinity may never be impinged upon, no harm may befall us. When fully awake we represent eternal unconditional love.
Our journey is to travel through darkness in search of light for the purpose of discovering our true divinity. The answers to our true nature can only be found within. Whence we touch our true self our task becomes self evident. We are here to live in unconditional love with all life. From this perspective it becomes obvious that all distractions which separate us from truth must be seen as contrary to ONEness. All the doing in the world will never change a thing. Fighting the new world order, saving the whales, curing cancer, feeding the poor ad infinitum only keep us from discovering the real solution. Prior to being able to change our external reality we must change from within . As long as we determine there is need then need shall be. As long as we determine there is fear then fear shall be. As long as we determine hate, separation and war to be solutions then hate, separation and war will manifest. Chasing money, fame and glory are just distractions from the only true path to happiness.
In search for the mirror of stillness our salvation rests in our individual ability to calm the stormy waters. Wind beating the pool can only offer an imperfect reflection. It is only when the pool is perfectly still that we can see our clear true reflection.
We do not need money, we do not need protection, in fact there is nothing we need. Most certainly there is nothing we need to " DO ". See only ONE, love all our brothers, especially those we see as enemies. In lieu of fear share love in as many moments of our divine reality as possible. Give great thanks and appreciation for each wondrous moment of our perfect life. Do no judge others, live our life with compassion for all other Godly reflections.

In Lak'ech, my brethren, from a bucket of fear manKIND finds love...

Grace Under Pressure...

2010-01-30T10:40:00.000-08:00

Do you feel like your world is falling apart? It is! Homo Sapiens are preparing to evolve. The race must release it's hold on the past, thus allowing the Phoenix to rise from the ashes.
We are witnessing the burning of mankind's playground. Old world structures must be leveled before a new amusement park can be prepared for Homo Luminous.
The Illuminati " New World Order ", conspiracy dictates including; soft kill, mind control, HAARP, weather modification, GMO, Codex, 2012, planet X, ad infinite are merely resistance to inevitable change. Their grand plan is to use fear as a tool to promote a dis connect to the power which lies within each being. Their capacity to dominate Homo Sapiens has been phenomenal. Look around, how many truly illuminated individuals do you see?

The fact remains Homo Sapiens was not meant to carry the torch of truth. The role of our generation is to transition into Homo Luminous. Thus paving the road for love. Our further evolved brethren will, in the near future, enjoy the privilege of living free of illusion and maya.

When we superimpose the strength of the Illuminati resistance in contrast to the will of God's divine evolutionary plan we obviously find the Illuminati lacking in punching power. Remember, they want you to forget you are God. As we touch the GodSelf within, their power quickly wanes. Hold firm to reality, seek to free yourself from illusion.

It is very easy for us to falter under such trying conditions. Many of us, who seek to discover the true nature of the Illuminati construct, leave ourselves open to feelings of despair. How difficult it is to piece together this gruesome puzzle of deceit, murder and mayhem without feeling helpless in the onslaught. Understanding the puzzle often makes us feel like we are standing in a mine field while bombs are dropping all around. The trick to retaining our sanity lies in the ability to see past fear biased illusions, and by doing so, use unconditional love to become free.

Grace is the ability to see beyond illusion. When we embrace the ONE, we find unconditional love. If we understand our true essence as eternal GodSelf beings then we can release all fear associated with what the Illuminati may impose. Furthermore, we then see no need to concern ourselves over what our future may hold. From the ONE we can extrapolate that each Illuminati member is another beautiful ( albeit confused ) GodSelf being. Don't you all agree we must love all Godly expression, without exception? Fear is hidden in many corners of our mind, only with love and acceptance can we eradicate this cancer. When all is said and done one fact will remain; you are the eternal God being, this can never be undone.

Roaming through the internet we find a vast amount of material dedicated to unveiling the bleak reality of our enslavement. Very seldom do we find any informative material which offers up solutions. When solutions do crop up, they are usually biased toward " fighting " the system. Their desire is to somehow take back control of our sovereignty. I prefer a solution dedicated to expanding the awareness of Oneness. It is only in comprehending the reality of singularity that we can ever expect to love unconditionally. The solution to the troubles of our world can never be found without love and unity.

Yea, as I walk through the shadows of darkness I fear not evil, for I am God. The essence of my eternal divinity will shine through all darkness in every perfect moment of my being. In times of strife I need only reach out to this divine power to steady the keel with grace under pressure.

Namaste, my brethren, seek only truth and find only love...

The Truth of Conspiracy, know your world...

2010-01-16T13:23:00.000-08:00

Now is the time for all good people to come to the aide of the ignorant. Lets face facts, most people are not aware of the true nature of their reality. Main stream media use the term " conspiracy theory " as a rod to beat down free thinkers. Somehow the task of enlightening the sheeple has become perceived as unsavory or at the very least unpatriotic.

Now is the time for all good people to come to the aid of the ignorant. We are involved in the greatest war mankind has ever known. This war is about your right to eat food and drink water which is free of contaminants. This is a war to prevent the mass depopulation of the globe. This battle is about your ability to maintain the integrity of your neurological and nervous system. They are attempting to enslave you, it is a war for your personal rights and freedoms. You are being programmed. Essentially your thoughts and actions are a direct result of decisions they make seated at round tables.

WHAT LEGACY ARE YOU PREPARED TO LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN...............?

Now is the time for all good people to come to the aid of the ignorant. If we wait for 2012 or hope some great leader will come to solve our problems we will become complicit in the disregard for life and freedom. Too often is the case where I have been ridiculed for trying to make others aware of the true nature of their reality. Most people don't want to know there is a conspiracy afoot trying to kill or enslave them. It is time for each of us to take more responsibility in spreading the truth about the Illuminati cabal.

Now is the time for all good people to come to the aid of the ignorant. Are you prepared to fight? Will you close your eyes to truth? What do you do to stop their destructive plan of enslavement? Have you even taken the time to discover what is happening around you? Are you prepared to become and information warrior? Will you shrink in the lines of battle? Or will you lead the charge to victory? You can make a difference! You can come to the aid of the ignorant!

As long as we are prepared to continue acting like children they will continue to treat us like children. They have no power other than the power we give them. They fear our strength. They don't want us to know how powerful we really are.

ALL POWER IS DERIVED FROM KNOWLEDGE. ARE YOU READY TO BECOME A FREEDOM FIGHTER? ARE YOU PREPARED TO COME TO THE AIDE OF THE IGNORANT? TAKE THIS CRASH COURSE AND SHARE IT.

CONSPIRACY 101, Spread this gospel, use these weapons. Be brave, fight the good fight.

In conspiracy 101 you can learn about the overall structure of the Illuminati cabal. This cabal is often reported to have begun in the late 1800's with the emergence of the Bilderberg Society. However, truth be known the Illuminati have been in existence since the time of the Egyptian Pharaohs. For over 5,000 years this cabal has defined the future of mankind. This group of miscreants have a disturbing hand in the manipulation of most major world events. If you need more convincing my blog site has another twenty or so such videos. Share this information, become a freedom fighter.

1./ Esoteric Agenda, 12 part video which outlines the Illuminati structure in excellent detail. This video will allow you to have a framework for the motive behind the soft kill enslavement agenda of the Illuminati group.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1QKdnS3mLkQ&feature=related

2./ Confessions of an economic hit man, 2 parts. This is a quick video which highlights the methods used by the Illuminati to gain control over a government. Although this video represents usurping the governments of smaller countries it is worth noting America and all first world countries were taken in the much same way.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yTbdnNgqfs83./ David Icke, dark forces behind the NWO. 10 parts. David is one of the worlds foremost revealer of conspiracy. This video with Alex Jones is very well done.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jpscVMiuTVY&feature=related

3./ NWO solutions, 12 parts. This is a look at how we can overcome the conspiracy by taking control back. We must all become freedom fighters, sharing information is the new weapon of war.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgoSLO-N7a4

4./ Wake up to the NWO, 16 parts. A compilation of many issues which are inflicted on the American public by the Obama regime.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qX_qOaZmCFM

5./ David Icke, opening the lid on the global awakening. This five part video is heartening as David exposes the soft side of the snakes belly.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_WJDPjIpl8

6./ Max Igan, The big picture, 9 parts. Max is my favorite warrior against the Illuminati cabal. His calm voice and authoritative presence is a great vehicle for his work as a freedom fighter.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QghU8S0Dnys

7./ Black Nobility and the Jesuit Order, 5 parts. Vatican & the Jesuits / Black Nobility occults control the world. A look in to the groups and secret societies that control the world. Also a look at religion, symbolism, occult and Luciferianism.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u0meVCKe3q4&annotation_id=annotation_818234&feature=iv

8./ Aaron Russo, reflections and warnings, 9 parts. In an historic final interview, filmmaker and music promoter Aaron Russo goes in depth on the insider-knowledge given to him by a member of the Rothchild family. Very disturbing revelations into depopulation of the planet.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V2_lrZSbKwI&feature=related

9./ America, Freedom to Fascism Income Tax is Illegal. 11 parts. This reflects on how the Illuminati have created the financing for their control structure. Aaron Russo created a masterpiece here, shortly after he was assassinated.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3-2JDfX_68U

10./ New world order is watching you. 10 parts. In this video we learn how they are very interested in keeping tabs on us. If we only knew how much they fear our waking up. Are you ready to help others wake up?
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Conspiracy 201, spread this gospel, use these weapons. Be brave, fight the good fight.

In this segment of the course we will look at " soft kill " issues. The Illuminati are hell bent on reducing the world population by more than 85%. Let us look at just a few of the tools they use against you, your family and the people of our world.

1./ Bio terrorism swine flu evidence against the NWO, WHO and the UN. 5 parts. As the July release date for Baxter's A/H1N1 flu pandemic vaccine passes an Austrian investigative journalist is warning the world that the greatest crime in the history of humanity. As everyone knows they have backed off the swine flu for now. This was a great victory by the freedom fighters. Many lawsuits were filed and the world raged against the machine. Swine flu will be back in 2010 their agenda will be fulfilled. Many of the ignorant will die, are you prepared to be a freedom fighter?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6lMLtojypzw&feature=related

2./ Chem trails and your health, 5 parts. Chem trails are not, I repeat, NOT a part of weather modification, or a part of repairing Global Warming! This is too important to ignore.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DBad2FQ6z4I&feature=related

3./ Codex Alimentarius, control of our food and health, 9 parts Never heard of Codex Alimentarius? That's exactly what they want! The UN plan to eradicate organic farming & to destroy the Natural Health Industry. With biting political ruthlessness they plan to destroy our food. It is anticipated over 3 billion will die in the first four years.

4./ Global Vaccine Agenda, mercury and your health. In this ten part video David Ayoub, M.D. Explains the relations of Mercury to Autism and the connections to National Security Study Memorandum 200 for population control. Excellent Vid.

5./ Millions of FEMA coffins around America. This is a warning sign people, are you ready to be a freedom fighter yet?

6./ The Melamine conspiracy and GMO foods, 4 parts. In this four part Alex Jones interview Health Ranger Mike Adams exposes death at our door.

7./ Eugenics, population control, 3 parts. Has eugenics faded away with time, or has the pseudo science morphed and cloaked itself under new auspices? Were some of the original founders of population control efforts themselves eugenicists?

8./ Aspartame and MSG are killing you, 8 parts. Aspartame and mono sodium glutamate (MSG) are food additives that simply shouldn't have been allowed to enter our food supply. But they're there thanks to sinister plans.

9./ The Fluoride Deception, 3 parts. Hailed as a harmless chemical that would prevent tooth decay, new evidence shows how fluoride could be linked to serious health problems. Fluoride is a deadly bi product of aluminum smelting, why then is it the water supply of most first world countries?

10./ The Genetic Conspiracy, 3 parts. How safe is the so-called "Green Genetic Engineering" really? Monsanto, the world's largest genetic engineering corporation, insists it is safe. Numerous studies claim genetically modified plants are dangerous.

11./ Your food is being poisoned, 2 parts. Our entire food chain has been corrupted, and is now poisonous! Many foods are genetically modified, and our laws state you cannot label food that has been genetically modified (GMO).

12./ Your milk on drugs, just say NO! 2 parts. A film by Jeffrey M. Smith. Dairy products from cows treated with Monsanto's genetically engineered bovine growth hormone (rBGH or rBST) may sharply increase cancer risk and other diseases.

13./ Melamine warning, 3 parts. The Keystone To a Global Police State Multi-national corporate agribusiness may be poisoning our food by intentionally adding melamine.

14./ The dangers of using a microwave. It's a known fact that using microwave to heat up food has negative effects on the human body. Listen to Dr. Group explain the dangers of using microwaves to heat up your food.

15./ Nutrition and behaviour, a clinical study, 5 parts. Dr Russell Blaylock Nutrition and Behavior Aspartame MSG and how it affects our population. There is a very convincing and shocking argument made here.

16./ British Government admits spraying public with deadly bio toxins. U.k. government has admitted to spraying British public with deadly toxins. The list of toxins is shocking, you know it is no different in America or Canada.

17./ Using Depleted Uranium as a Weapon, 3 parts. "Using Depleted Uranium as a Weapon" with the subtitle : "Putting our Troops and the Rest of the World at risk." A talk by Dr. Doug Rokke, member of U.S. Army Medical Command's Special Operations.

18./ U.N. Agenda 21, Global Depopulation. They don't mind telling you what their plans are. What are you going to do about it? Are you ready yet to be a freedom fighter?

19./ Bisphenol A, Food Containers and Effects on Humans.Decide for yourself. Bis-Phenol A is an additive in clear, hard plastics. It is used in water bottles, baby bottles, soda can liners, etc. and is known to leach into the foods and liquids which are proven to cause serious health problems.

20./ Cell phones and wireless dangers. The Changing Paradigm show with Dr Patricia Hill. Show is broken down into 7 segments. Segment 1 provides an overview of the issues of electropollution and the evolution of technology.

Conspiracy 301, spread this gospel, use these weapons. Be brave, fight the good fight.

In this segment of the course we look at uncovering the vast array of darkness offered up by the Illuminati cabal. The objective is to dominate the peoples of the earth. Control over our movement, our thoughts and complete enslavement under a one world order. Included in this segment is a small representation of their tactics.

1./ 911 The Ripple Effect, 9 parts. Dave Von Kleist and William Lewis explore and expose the real story and events behind 9/11 -MUST SEE- for non-believers of the truth movement. This is a very important event in world global politics, from this platform our liberties have been taken away.

2./ H.A.A.R.P. Holes in Heaven, 6 parts. The HAARP project represents the next evolution in mind control. Some of it's other tricks include; modification of weather, creation of earthquakes, destroying the ionosphere, creating holograms, destroying any target at any range. This multi billion WATT monster can destroy our world in a matter of hours.

3./ Project Blue Beam, 2 parts. N.A.S.A's project blue beam was revealed to the public in the early 90's by a man named Serge Monast. He and the other reporter working on this subject were both killed. Did you know this little baby of the HAARP project has some nasty abilities directed at controlling your mind?

4./ R.F.I.D. Aaron Russo reveals the truth about the RFID chip and the Elites agenda for the American people. More revealing information from CBS news stating that the implant chip designed for humans use contain lethal virus capsules.

5./ Smart Dust Micro Spy Computers. Future World Micro Computers sprinkled everywhere, tracking and recording our movements. Dreams of a better future, but usher in a Big Brother nightmare with no privacy.

6./ Alex Jones End Game 13 parts. Alex Jones chronicles the history of the global elite's bloody rise to power and reveals their agenda of enslavement.

7./ From the Mouths of the Elite. Don't believe in the New World Order or globalization, one world government? You will now.

8./ Eugenics, Population Control and Global Totalitarianism, 5 parts. Excellent segment on eugenics, social control and the plan for global population reduction taken from Alex Jones' documentary "Endgame: Blueprint for Global Enslavement." New Ethnic Cleansing:

9./ Climate Gate, Lord Monckton, 5 parts. An hour with Lord Christopher Monckton, former science adviser to Margaret Thatcher and a critic of global warming theories. He exposes the scandal and how climate gate is used to fund the NWO movement.

10./ The Money Masters, 22 parts. All you could ever want to know about the global conspiracy of finance. The powers of financial capitalism had a far-reaching plan, nothing less than to create a world system of financial control in private hands able to dominate the political system of each country.

Conspiracy 401, spread this gospel, use these weapons. Be brave, fight the good fight.

In this segment of the course we learn of the most damaging attacks on mankind. For Millenia the Illuminati have diligently erased all information and literature pertaining to the true nature of the GodSelf. Countless tomes of spiritual truths have been eradicated from the planet. Great libraries of gnosis have been put to the fire in a desperate attempt to keep the sheeple sleeping. Further to this fact no corners of the globe have been missed all accessable truth has been stripped from ancient tribal civilizations. In place of truth the illuminati use the main stream media as a weapon in distracting and programming the average human. This attack coupled with the constant dumbing down of mankind has made it extremely difficult to contact the power within. Let us take a quick glance of the power within, let's see what they don't want us to know.

1./ Awakening and Ascension, Drunvalo Melchizedek, 34 minutes. Drunvalo takes us on a journey to discover the truth of inner consciousness.

2./ Fear vrs Love, Burt Harding. This short 10 minute video offers an important link to the Illuminati. Although no mention is made of the Illuminati it must be observed that the Illuminati using news and main stream media to consciously drive human reality toward fear.

3./ Ancient Wisdom and Science, Gregg Braden, 10 parts. Filling in for Art Bell, Lisa Garr welcomed author Gregg Braden, who discussed the relationship between ancient wisdom and modern science, and how people are connected to one another and to the world.

4./ Knew World Order, 2 parts. The World is made of language. The ability to control language imparts another capability, the control of reality itself. We are enslaved by the linguistic assignments of our culture.

5./ Reality as you know it does not exist. This powerful 10 minute video looks closely at the science of reality. The list of great mind contributing to this is impressive. Featuring Noted Experts - Fred Alan Wolf, Peter Russell, Professor Al-Khalili, York Dobyns, Robert Anton Wilson, Dean Radin, Richard Alan Miller, Michael Talbot, Greg Braden. This is a must see blast of fresh air.

6./ The Four Agreements, Don Miguel Ruiz. This is a powerful must see video which looks closely at the GodSelf image.

7./ Lucid Living, Timothy Freke, 9 parts. Stand-up philosopher Tim Freke talks about lucid living in Bath 2005. He does a fantastic comic relief sketch on spiritual truth. His connection to reality is fantastic.

8./ Forbidden History, Max Igan, 4 parts. This is a look into the history taken away from us. Max always does an excellent job of uncovering truth.

9./ How you can heal your life, Louise Hay, 12 parts. You Can Heal Your Life will show you how to practice the principles of self-worth and self-esteem taught by Louise L. Hay. Listen as Louise teaches you how to transform negative beliefs and thoughts.

10./ Dr. Eric Pearl, Reconnective Healing, 6 parts. As a doctor, Eric ran a highly successful chiropractic practice for 12 years until one day when patients began reporting that they felt his hands on them even though he hadnt physically touched them. He later went on to expose the power we have to heal ourselves.

11./ Pranic Healing, A Way of Life, 13 parts. Master Choa Kok Sui Blessing. Grand Master Choa Kok Sui always begins his Pranic Healing sessions with a blessing of healing to manifest upon all. Another look at manifesting your own health.

12./ The Wisdom of Your Cells, Dr. Bruce Lipton, 8 parts. This is the only lesson you'll ever need on quantum physics and cellular biology. Lipton's love of teaching, his enthusiastic approach make it a pleasure to view.

13./ The Isiah Effect, Gregg Braden, 11 parts. Gregg takes a close look at what he calls awakening the power of technology. He always does a great jog of combining science with ancient spiritual gnosis.

14./ Fourth Dimension Ascension. So lets discuss Ascension and the God Delusion. Or, lets put it another way: How did God create God-Self? This is the way to become God.

15./ How to Know Who You Are, Burt Harding. You are a Human Being. In other words, you are a Being playing the Human role. Imagine the grace in your life if you recognized that fact?

16./ The Extended Mind, Dr Rupert Sheldrake, 3 parts. Rupert Sheldrake is a British former biochemist and plant physiologist who now researches and writes on parapsychology and other controversial subjects. He looks closely at the relationship between mind and matter.

17./ The Divine Matrix, Gregg Braden, 12 parts. Gregg Braden expounds on the concept of a Divine Matrix, which he defines as a bridge between the inner and outer world, and a mirror of quantum essence. This is classic Braden at his finest.

18./ The Intention Expirements, Dr Lynne Mctaggart, 11 parts. Lynne McTaggart, an investigative journalist, and editor of the newsletter "What Doctors Don't Tell You," began work on "The Field" four years ago as a personal quest. She connects consciousness with reality via intention expirements, fantastic work.

19./ Holographic Universe, 2 parts. The holographic universe proves that the physical world we believe is real is in fact illusion. Energy fields are decoded by our brains into a 3D picture. This speaks volumes to the ability of GodSelf control over reality.

20./ Modern Science Finds God. There was a time when science seemed to be the enemy of religious belief -- that time is no more! Modern physics and cosmology (science of the origin and development of the universe) now provide firm proof of a God.

The Illuminati do not want us to discover the great power within. They fear the awakening of the masses for that day will represent their doom. Think about all the fear they are pumping into society. Why do you think we are a race driven by fear? Who gains when the population of sheeple are distracted by fear? By keeping the masses distracted by debt, television and consumerism they prevent good people from searching for truth. Let us take a quick glance at some questions we should be asking.

1./ Why is our food being deliberatly poisoned with an obvious agenda for promoting long term disease?
2./ Why do we see food and water used for continued attacks on our immune system, neurological system and reproductive system?
3./ What role does religion play in destroying the unity of the masses, whilst at the same time use fear as a stick on parishoners?
4./ Why does the education system not reveal the truth of our world so our children may discover the power within?
5./ Why does society not embrace the power of spiritual GodSelf development?
6./ Why do all governments in the world allow private banksters to be the manufacturer of their currency?
7./ Why is it more than 75% of all income tax world wide is paid to private banksters to service national debt?
8./ Who instructs governments to spray deadly toxins on their people?
9./ Who gains when war breaks out?
10./ When will people around the world wake up to the conspiracy of enslavement and eugenics?
11./ WHAT WILL IT TAKE FOR YOU TO BECOME A FREEDOM FIGHTER?
12./ IS NOW THE TIME FOR ALL GOOD PEOPLE TO COME TO THE AID OF THE IGNORANT?

It can be very overwhelming to digest the many aspects of Illuminati control. Once digested there is a mourning period where people adjust their perception of reality to include this haenous history. I always advise people who are new to this realm of consideration to learn but not fear. There is truly no need to fear any of this material. We are GodSelf beings, our power supercedes all such scurrilous attacks. Our integrity can never be diluted, we are eternal God beings we are above all their silly ploys. In my blogsite I offer a suggestion for new arrivals to the darkness it is wirth including.

" This is a category of unveiling the darkness of being. It reflects some disturbing revelations. We learn of how a powerful group of few have dominated, enslaved and manipulated us whilst destroying our world. I encourage people to not dispair or become angry with what you learn here. It should be enough to know, reflect, accept, love and move on. Many people get caught in the vortex of searching out more and more of this information, thus feeding their indignation and sometimes rage. Remember the irony taught by the sages, that which you resist you procreate. "

Now is the time for all good people to come to the aid of the ignorant. It is a time to take up your weapons of information, to be brave and fight the good fight. Yes there is a conspiracy afoot, but we know our enemy and we shall use the power of love and ONENESS to regain control of our destiny. For us, for our children, for our future eden awaits.

Namaste, from fear we find love...