Time Travellers

Before all Beginning (all ‘Being’) is the Dreamtime, from whence the dream dreamt by ‘The Dreamer’ — The Cosmic Conceiver; The Essence-U-AII; The Universe-All, becomes this reality. Subject –> object; thought/ idea –> form.

From the Dreamtime comes the Seed — from thought the Present sprouts, and from our presence and our ‘gift-in’ the seeding of the future is conceived. This is the essentialness of the understanding of the Dreaming.

From Nothing we are conceived; from the formless, the Nothingness — our form from within the mind of the Cosmic Dreamer appears.

And once conceived from the indefinable and absolute point of All — the point of Nothingness — the Originator of Being manifests form (substance) — from the unifying of two unseen halves, from the consolidation or the communion of opposite impulses (polarities) comes one (literally an-Other) — infused with the same universal current that enlivens and enriches all, ensuring the evolve-meant and involvement of life, in this case, the life of a “Time Traveller,” crossing-over from nothing –> something, bridging the time/space (real/unreal or seen/unseen) continuum.

As “Time Travellers” we thus begin our journey in the form we wear, eventually crossing all boundaries, time, space, race, gender … moving … evolving … transcending self and one’s own limitations … dissolving limiting perceptions … always dreaming, experiencing and experimenting … traipsing a spiral circle, always longing to be Homeward bound.

As “Time Travellers” we are the manipulators of our destiny … the dreamers of our reality — all deeds (experience) resulting from choices originating from our very thoughts, our consent-rated energy … first implanting then impacting, within and upon the conscious fabric I refer to as the Cosmic Web — here and there-rippling the Essence of Space — be it inner and outer.

A Sense of Knowing #1

Ascertaining another’s Essence (their quality, their authenticity, their genuineness), is a matter of knowing, sensing, feeling — it is psychical — not logical — and hence is beyond (and within) physical-sensory level interpretation and our common judgements in “normal” dualistic-terms.

Being able to discern that Essence, that “Truth” of a person or living Being, is to “know” the heart of their Matter …  ~ DjA

Waiting for God

Waiting for God: Spiritual Warfare, Discernment, and Living in the Sphere of Fear

I am often curious and somewhat amazed when listening to associates express how they all too readily continue to “wait for God” to give them a sign or direction from the external world (realm) – from someone or something outside their Self – more so, when they are experiencing some difficult decision or life “stuckness”.

Given that the world as we see it is crammed full of objects and symbols, artefacts and phenomena, I further question how acutely and accurately fine-tuned are their faculties of discernment and clarity of reception, in order to distinguish which “sign” is the one they’ve been seeking?

How reliable and objective are their sensory receptors and translators? How stable and consistently open is their communicative channel with the One – the Origene and the Absolute? How capable and skilled are they to truly understand/trust their own psycho-spiritual “guiding” systems within? How effective are they able to screen-out and recognise:- (1) distortion, (2) distraction, (3) disturbance and (4) destructive ploys, and the game-play that is designed to work against the easiest solution towards their ultimate clearance and well-being.

As for waiting for “god” — Jehovah, Christ, Allah, or similar – I’m not convinced that approach actually works – based on my own experiences combating numerous distractions, no matter how enticing and seductive “they” initially appear to be. The Force/s and phenomena that collude and cohabit within the Matrix (tricks-of-matter) have had aeons to build quite a repertoire to keep us exactly where they need us to be.

As for me, I live from within a paradigm of “spiritual warfare” and have learnt not to trust all and sundry on their “representing” or declaring the spirit of good omen, intent and motive – no matter who or what “they” are – be they family, familiar, and/or others … these days, I do not openly trust the Illusion, (the Maya), nor any thing that comes from within this realm, this “sphere of fear” [atmosphere = atom-o-sphere = atmosfear], including that of the creations and creatures of the lower “gods” that have gained dominion of this plane (planet) — operating from within their numerous and various authoritative guises and/or disguises — at least not on “face value”, first appearance, or initial contact — and even then I have learnt that even apparent* “friends” can be turned by a “tide of influence” into our most challenging adversary and “spiritual enemy” — a catharsis or catalytic presence-personified perhaps …

And, as in the micro-biological, so with the macro, “All parasites need a host to exist” comes to mind … as I’ve said … each to their own … whether they be ally, friend, relative and/or foe …

To rely on “waiting for God” or interpreting “prayer answered” when one’s own faculties may not be that stable nor reliable [especially intuition, the “inner-teacher”] – which is the case for the vast majority – seems somewhat naïve.

Without the accompanying discipline, practice and the associated skills/faculty development (maturation) that allows for clear discernment leading to accurate choice in the moment — more often than not — it is not that hard to understand why so many are inclined to “wait for ‘God’”, or “hope for the best”, relying more on luck or divine intervention, than clear judgement, discernment, and/or intuitive response.

* apparent; as in appearance or apparition

The Road to Enlightenment

So, what is all this stuff about enlightenment, awareness, self-awakening, co-creating, meditating, and “you-can-create-your-own-reality” (YCYOR), non-duality, etcetera, blah blah… Or is that baa, baa as in sheep to the slaughter-house, or let’s all go out and be-played? Paying for it through the nose, led astray, now transplants the need for praying for it, of course. Crikey, you didn’t think it was free did you?

In the New World, the New Age must abide. In the New Age — the real conspirators of the Aquarian Age — have subtly yet effectively gone about “creating” their New World within the matrix, and the New Age is in the main, nothing but the Religious Arm of the so-called Global Village, One World, “we are family” doctrine.

And yet while all this has transpired, throughout the colonisation and modernisation of the New World & Order (as in control), larger and larger numbers of humans have descended to the earth plane, to copulate and populate faster than the spread of the Easter Bunny, dear Old St Nick, Halloween, and the Star Spangled Banner of the Land of The Free. Bloodlines have been cross-wired, gene-pulls led awry and infused, spiritual essence recycled within the “atom-o’-sFear” (the “Sphere of Fear”) It-Self.

Steam-rolling ahead, hand-in-hand, with the agenda of global economy, free trade markets (now that’s an oxymoron), and the spreading of democracy (or is that demonocracy?) via means of take-overs, war, and bludgeoning until death they do part, life goes under the banter of “Freedom Come, Their Will Be Done, on Earth as It-is (Isis?) — intensionally, inter-dimensionally.

Agents of a dubious origin — parasites from the dark-side of the moon — now feed gluttonously upon the face of the Earth — enslaved simulacrum* in ever-increasing numbers carry-out their dirty-work, most ‘gleefolly’. Happiness is the opium, the promise for a job-well-done, as we are taught to “turn-the-other-cheek” and “the meek (or is that weak) shall inherit the earth” (or what’s left of it), whilst the illusion-meant is maintained through the mass-production (rhymes with mass-destruction) and distribution of more toys of every shape and colour, gadgetry and attractive-distractions, that in effect, keep track of the herd, coupled with the misappropriation and re-translation of timely wisdom into popular enlightenment and cultural appropriation within the “tracks of the mind” (neural pathways mapped and adulterated) diseased.

Acculturation is but a fancy word-play for culture-eaters and indoctrination — the dominant invading, entrapping, then consuming another of different ilk and most often originally the sacred-centred — the sacred thus scarred now become the scared.

Clever imagining manipulated by even cleverer-science aberrant, over-rated, and partly-disclosed.

The now freely-available teachings from every corner of the globe, from every culture that has been consumed, selected, rehashed and reformed, made available to the masses (and messes), trashed, thrashed and enmeshed within the “Sphere of Fear”, the Prison (Prism) of Light, “The Field of Possibilities” — amongst the “What the Bleep” lets follow like sheep crowd — upon the Mindfields of Prozac — hi ho, hi ho, its-of-to-work we-flop (flock).

For those who align to the world of the Mundane, the Matrix (the Mater of us all), the ‘Gods’ (yes folks more than One), Mammon, the Warriors of Wealth, the blood-fest and blood-letting of millions of beings slaughtered annually, as a ritual, is the norm to the ever-hungry, vampiric Consumerism of the Enlightened Messes, this is the New World Dawning.

Enlightenment, it seems to me, has a heavy toll, as it is consistently cheapened most expensively (my Master needs my Visa) by those, who cannot (or refuse to) acknowledge evil (shades of Ahriman and the Luciferic) though professing spirituality (spirit-u-reality), and blindly professing “love and light” to all and sundry, the enlightened upon this ball? And that’s a “double-bind” in any psychiatrist’s DMS-IV! Hear, here, and so say all of us.

Pass me my rose-coloured glasses, and let’s all sing …

“I love a sun-parched country, a drought on every plain,
A land made for mining gains, and ragged human beings,
in cities with bursting drains.
I love the fear arising, I love her polluted sea,
her rivers now turned to poisoned streams –
The wide open-cut land for me.”

*A common definition of the *simulacrum is a copy of a copy whose relation to the model has become so attenuated that it can no longer properly be said to be a copy. It stands on its own as a copy without a model.

© 2008

Love Not Fear

“The art of Life is to know Love — 1st of thy Self.”

Ask your Self:

• What are you doing to feel so insecure and insincere?
• What do you choose to do to change this ‘state’ of being, this way of living?

Do not surrender nor submit to unhealthy or unrealistic fear.

“FEAR is False Evidence Appearing Real”

Such fear is oft-times unreasonable and illogical, and therefore cannot be serving your well-being.

“Betrayal of your Self in order not to betray (or disappoint) another is betrayal nonetheless.
It is the worst form of betrayal.”

Seed Energy

“…Seed energy is like the “dreaming” of the future: it is both the source and the essence, not only of our physical, but of our spiritual (and/or psychic) nature. The original meaning of the word ‘sin’ in Hebrew is “the wasting of seed”…”

~ Robert Lawlor. “Earth Honouring”

Genius, Insanity and Ignorance

It is well known that there is a fine line between genius and insanity, but perhaps there is even a finer line between genius and ignorance, lucid ignorance; the person who coherently loses all concept of life, who intentionally, or not, forgets what it means to ‘be’, ends up dwelling … in the precarious realm between ecstasy and derangement.

“Ever wonder if there’s a difference between having a mystical experience and completely losing your mind?” ~ Michael Peddie

Well, perhaps there is not much of a difference after all.

… [there is] the darker aspects of a person’s tragic encounter with the upheaval of wonderment — where the ‘outsider’ was seen as an individual who had not properly assimilated novel realisations into their existence. On the other side of the coin, however, there exist the ‘crazies’ who have lived abundantly (well, some who did, some who didn’t) and joyously in their new perspective, despite being permanently stationed on the fringe of life. These heroes of sane ignorance are the wise madmen and madwomen … who, from time to time, maintain enough functional control of their faculties to record for the rest of us the annihilation of every solidity, every certainty, and every truth, for they have come to exist defiantly in the limbo of freedom, madness, and wonder.

One of these individuals, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, has done a remarkable job of describing the internal struggles of those who have seen the precariousness of our reality. From his aptly titled novel, “The Idiot”, to his not-so-short story “Notes From Underground”, to his brilliantly succinct and inspiring “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man”, he provides us with a collage of disparate, idiosyncratic ‘fools’, as it were. We shall not here delve into these works, but instead be satisfied with Henry Miller’s description of Dostoyevsky himself, which is as lucid as Dostoyevsky’s characters were strange. Of this rare ‘outsider’, Miller wrote:

“Dostoyevsky was the sum of all those contradictions which either paralyse a man or lead him to the heights. There was no world too low for him to enter, no place too high for him to ascend. He went the whole gamut, from the abyss to the stars. … It is a pity that we shall never have the opportunity to read again or see a man placed at the very core of mystery, and by his flashes not merely illuminating things for us, but showing us the depth, the immensity of the darkness.”

At ‘the core of mystery’, when all the walls, repressions, denials, and lies crumble to useless pieces around the lucky or forsaken individual (as they did for Dostoyevsky, who survived numerous crises, including almost being executed, and many torturous years in the hopeless gulag), there is no hidden meaning which bubbles to the fore, only an obvious non‑meaning ensconcing all and everything; an essential, immense non‑meaning, for non-meaning is the essence of the core.

“I am at home in the marvellous. Absolutely at home. The unknown, the mysterious, the exotic,the strange, the never-lived-before, the difficult.” ~ Anais Nin