There Is A Time And There Is A Place

This topic was brought up in another thread, but I thought that I should start a new one since it is an interesting subject all on it’s own.

Monitors:

In all probability, this should just be considered as entertainment — YMMV (your mileage may vary).

Monitors originally were designed as a sort of tracking device that could be attached to thetans as a way of relaying back information about what was actually occurring at any given moment in time. These devices were very handy and afforded an up-front and ‘live’ view of events that were of interest to those who were keeping track of these sorts of things. These devices weren’t really necessary at all, but what they did was provide an additional layer of interest in what was going on at the time. The attachment of a monitor to a thetan was voluntary and the thetan was completely and openly aware of it’s purpose. As a matter of fact, it was quite fun to have a monitor and to then review all that was recorded by it at a later point. Great gags and pantomime action scenes were created out of the idea of these and if you have ever come across someone who has just received a new video or digital recorder, you probably know what this is like; what these new owners usually do is create all sorts of wild and crazy footage just for the fun of it. It’s fun, plain and simple.

The once peaceful rolling hills of despair have been turned on it’s ear. No longer are the destitute and dying finding a place to swing their hips to the ever popular dance beat called ‘survive’!. Languishing in self pity the sheep have nary a word to the wise other than the shrill scream of the death plunge off the face of the cliff. Dwindling in sorrow, despair can come to know the bottomless pit of nastiness called the evil that Men do. Facing ourselves in the mirror is never easy but sooner or later we must all come to terms with our nefarious twisted ways, our conniving and devious tactics of waylaying responsibility. When our deeds become righteous no matter the pain and suffering we lay at the feet of one and all it is then that our path has surely moved beyond the sane and into the jungle of perversion.

It is to this day that the path has come full circle.

If one were to kill the messenger then we would all be dead but who would be left to accept our neglect of responsibility? Who would be left to trample under our fleet of foot so calculated and cold? Indeed, who would be left?

There is only us who are left. There is the one and only ‘me’.

Organizations love organization. Everything must be ‘just so’, all in their proper place. Predictably, it becomes all very much predictable. *yawn*

There are a number of weaknesses inherent in the organization structure. There is just no way around it, these weaknesses create vast gaping holes which provide ample opportunity for the organization to self-implode, to go up in smoke. The followers as well as the provincial authority both become glorified with their own place in the universe - as they see it. Covered eyes do not see and so walking among the dead is a task easily accomplished along with the effected changes.

Sometimes, when those of mind-altering self-appreciative tendencies are left to stand alone they tend to fall alone. You can’t offer up a suitable scapegoat when ‘power’ has been condensed unto a personality. The target becomes naked and bare. This is like saying that truth will prevail but truth actually never does, it just is.

“Good… bad… I’m the guy with the gun.” - Army of Darkness

In goodness there is evil and in evil, there lies goodness. One without the other is like missing a dance partner while shimmying and shaking to the latest dance craze. Two poles, two opposites. In relation we establish rules of the road, of what is good and what is bad. Running from one extreme while embracing the other we tend to get caught up in the emotional turmoil of it all - all in the name of moral authority of course.

Well, there is no moral authority among those who play Duopoly, the game of chance, of blame, shame and regret. As we point our fingers against those who rub us the wrong way we equally point out the fact that we are the missing link looking for nothing else but acknowledgement of our own selfish desires, of our own thoughtless plundering among the sleeping populace. Why not take advantage of the situation, we ask ourselves fully expecting the appropriate justification as we dunk one more witch under the water of lies and deceit.

I’ve made it known about my disconnection with the various power positions that are going on and the reasons for that. Sometimes even the big boys require an alternate perspective, one which lies outside the boundaries of safety and the big easy chair. What happens after that is up to the ole cause and effect. It’s not just a matter of what “comes around goes around” but more a matter of doing that which is right - not a matter of what one may think is right, but doing that which brings about balance in a world, universe or dimension gone mad. ( Madness can be defined as that which is removed from balance or harmony. In a dynamically aligned perspective this thread is what keeps beingness from falling into the pit of self-gazing called the dwindling spiral of becoming. The further one travels down this avenue of pain and suffering, the further one delves into madness and the only way out of it is to either succumb to it’s charm wholly and completely or to turn the tide and swim back home. Either way it’s a struggle but the whole purpose of being unbalanced is to bring about the experience of native state. Too bad one cannot experience that which one is but the sacrificial play of being on stage for all to see is most enticing. )

Balance continues to be brought to bear but the sublime is not always easy to see when one is caught up in the rapture of one’s own experience. How marvelous we are, are we not?

Well, that marvel can use a bit ‘o shine as the facade is clearly showing signs of distress.

Recently someone made mention something about this website becoming a memorable to Mike and Virginia McClaughry. What a great idea! Therefore, I am going to suspend all further communication until this has been accomplished. Before beginning I have something to finish up and then I will move on to this endeavor. Please be aware that this memorial is not for the dead, dying or fading away, it is for two grand thetans who are something quite special to me. Anyway, please stay tuned.

The reference was made by my wife who at the time was acting quite anti-Scientology and anti-McClaughry like. This is not a new experience for her but for me that is not the issue. The memorial idea was a good way to handle this episode, but there was something else needed. That something else became hasi.ws.

The hasi.ws domain was left to expire by Mike McClaughry and so I picked it up with the intent to get that work publicly continued. If you go to the website now you can see the beginning of that intent. It makes for a nice purpose and plan but in reality this will in all probability be let go. I will not solely carry forward this work because with this, my job is one of assistance not of carrying the banner into a battle of not my own choosing. I have enough other work already underway, thank you very much.

The Age of Innocence is rapidly drawing to a close. Leaving the embrace of childish pursuits behind maturity begins to work it’s magic. It’s a maxim that no child is left behind because as children our own temptation requires of us to be self centered to as great a degree as possible. Moving into maturity requires something very foreign of a child and as maturity begins to rub us the wrong way it slowly makes it’s way into our hearts and minds. Something different happens.

Our self-centered nature requires us to be completely consumed within our own little corner of the universe where we are free to obsessively and compulsively act upon each and every whim of our desire. This desire carries us away and in our perpetual Quest of experiential delight we relish each and every opportunity to be consumed by our consumption. What else could ever be possibly grander than the experience of self?

Looking in the mirror we smile with satisfaction relishing the fact that we are able to see ourselves, to experience ourselves to such a grand and glorious degree. What wonder!

There have been a few changes made to this website recently but that is nothing unusual. Things do change and about the only recourse we have is to swim with the tide - or fight against it.

Swimming with the tide doesn’t mean going along for the ride or doing as the herd does, what it means is to determine one’s own true course through this Universe, Sometimes this means that one will swim with the tide - or to be harmonious with the Universe, and at other times we require ourselves to stand firm with conviction. In this interplay of reach and withdraw we come to learn a great many things.

But that only happens when we are free of fixation.

Creeping slowly upon the sleeping, the unawares, effectual time comes inevitably knocking on our door seeking recompense. Karma in it’s insistence on becoming real nourishes us with it’s delectable delights and yet we always seems to mourn it’s arrival. Swinging both ways it has it’s way with us time and time again. Living the lie, we bed with the best and brightest ensuring that our needs come to be met with the full force of it all. Gazing and enjoying our dream-like state, we slowly move through life and living engaging that which we have no control over as our past (mis)deeds rue the day. Life takes it’s toll and strangely enough we seem to carry our baggage with glee happily moving through life oblivious of not only our own true nature but of the reality which we simply cannot escape. Running on empty we run even further in the hopes and dreams of living the good life. Gazing at the stars, we weep all the while becoming engrossed in the reflection of ourselves upon the canvas of reality which we have already taken great pride in full-filling.

So where does this tempting tale of woe, of pain and suffering take us? Is there more to life and living than just the emotional turmoil we seem to be forever engaged in? Why is it that we seem to concentrate so diligently upon the scales of justice which have swung so far away from our foundational being and into the stratospheric realms of ‘cause and effect’? Why do we concentrate upon the urgent need to have the scale swing the other way towards a happiness which has a reality only in relation to our own personal suffering? Swinging to and fro the scales vibrate with empathy in complete harmony to our ‘state of mind’. We create the world in our own image and immediately turn around to relinquish responsibility so that perpetuity may result. Running, we are sure to compel the tiger to chase us. Running from ourselves certainly is good exercise but what’s the point?

Quietly, silently, mute. The reign of terror slowly comes to an end and what remains then is a silence deafening in it’s display of creation. As all things shout from the very bottom of their being, “I live!” so too does the end of the reign of terror which Man obligingly unleashed upon the destitute and dying. Now that the zombies are being put to bed, what then?

What then will become unleashed upon those poor souls whose only wish is to make it to the next birth alive and if lucky, just a bit less burdened in the baggage department. But that is another chapter due to the print factory at some later date as yet undisclosed.

Along with the therapy of self-reflection along comes a spider to inject it’s prey with but another small dose of nullifying poison. Scrambling for peace can only hasten the poison’s effects until and at long last, the fitful sleep of pain and anguish comes to yet one more close. Though the washing machine plays out each spin cycle with the utmost of disregard, the clothes eventually comes out clean.

There are a number of articles and such on this web-site which address the subject and philosophy of the religion called Scientology. There are also a number of articles which address spirituality in a different form. In all cases, through whatever device employed, the purpose of these articles and posts is to address that which lies before the one who reads them.

The religion of Scientology as expressed here is much, much different than the one currently being espoused to the general public by a church gone bad. Yuck. What is expressed here is also so very different from that being pushed and shoved this way and that by the various off-shoots of the Scientology philosophy. I care for none of that nor for those who follow some twisted self-serving path to glory. Double yuck. It doesn’t matter what religion or philosophy one chooses because they are all filled with self-serving mental cases looking for a good time. That sounds pretty harsh but in context it stating the obvious.

There are lot and lots of ways and means, of people and organizations more than willing to take one’s money for a good journey down the beaten path of entertainment. This is not to say that the various paths are completely worthless because in this universe there is something for everyone - it’s your choice and I certainly would not take that away from you. Take what path you choose and good luck to you!

Scientology is quite the interesting subject. It not only contains pitfalls and deathtraps which were newly created by the taken-over church, but it also contains an absolutely wonderful array of tools, tips and techniques for one’s spiritual growth. Personally, there is no attachment to any particular philosophy, religion or way of life but there is a great deal of interest in that which mirrors the truth of my own being. Scientology became a part of that truth a number of years ago and yet today it still has the potential and the ability to excite the harmonic tuning fork of truth. It rings and rings quite loudly along with the echoing vibratory effects which seems to bowl over whatever it is that comes before it.

But that is only for those whose awareness makes it so.

During a bout of administrative duties an article came up which brought the above to light - once again. It describes an aspect of spiritual behavior quite nicely which deals with the almost ‘natural’ ability of a spiritual being to run away or hide.

Pretending that something doesn’t exist gives it perpetuity by feeding it energy in order to make it non-existent. That sounds quite strange but in fact non-existence requires the absence of energy. In pretending that something doesn’t exist we must first give it substance and that can only be accomplished by feeding it energy. It’s called “Feeding the Beast”.

Coming to the water’s edge we bait the hook to see what will come our way today. Eagerly awaiting the purpose of life we sit for a spell and gaze into the far reaches of our imagination, seeking and yearning for the thing which exists just out of range - just out of the reach of our grasping and clutching hands. As we extend our attention beyond, we travel to the far reaches of space - and beyond.

Eventually we reach the boundaries of our existence and venture no further.

Reaching this stage in our evolutionary process takes a lot of time which of course requires an enormous amount of effort. Fishing is a sport after all and requires the exchange of experience, one upon the other.

Pinpointing our movement, we begin to rearrange the universe to our liking barely realizing that we have already done so. As we stare at the reflections upon the water of life we miss many a fish. It seems that there are much more than simply the one that got away.

Sneaking up on ourselves we tend to pretend that we are something other than what we really are and in this pretension our foundational sense of being does not go away but becomes muted and reworked into being something completely different. As we separate our selves into the various parts of recognition we come to learn that in the loss of wholeness we become and in this narrow focus of attention we create the life we lead.

Creating a life and death experience in which to full-fill our goal of completion we eke out an existence time and time again ever yearning for complete understanding. Is one to understand the totality in which we find purpose and plan? Can one?

In creating individuality with which to pursue our many adventures we ultimately find that experience comes to take highest precedence. We are because we have created it to be so and in our selfish pride all that we see is me and oh what a beautiful sight are we! Through our own eyes we reign supreme as being the single most important thing in the Universe. Standing firm, we boldly go where no thought has gone before and as we fill up the echo chamber with our noise, we come to find meaning. Hearing ourselves think, our universe becomes populated with all that we desire.

In order to form a more perfect union what are the means to do so? What tools are available to mortal man which will enable him to overcome his own failings, his own sense of self-importance in order to rise above all else so that the Great Maker can be more fully embraced? What is one to do to move beyond conception and into a realm of reality where good deeds become common as well as noteworthy?

The mind of Man is suffering, of that there can be no doubt and just in case there is all one need do is to sit quite a quiet spell in some quiet place and listen to the presence of the Great Maker. If all that one hears is the roar of one’s own thoughts then the proof becomes self-evident. If all that one hears is the sound of the environment, then the same applies. If all that one hears is that which reaches the ears, then what more perfect bodily union can there be?

Where the spirit meets the flesh it is generally understood that the flesh becomes kind. Where those things of, for or by the body become supremely important then it is to that same degree that distance is created away from the Great Maker.