SacredCow: CONTAINING ETERNITY

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This body of work endeavors to present certain limitations and expectations that the illusion of life grants us each day. There is a certain harmonic level of understanding that is addressed within these pages and the full use of cognitive dissonance is embraced whole heartedly. Beyond the appearance of understanding, learning takes place and through that learning Eternity comes just a little closer each time. Eventually, the fallacy of containment breaks and reveals the heavens, and Earth, for what they really are. Embracing the concepts presented within may lead to something far greater than just the empty words themselves. To that end, leave your shoes at the door and your humility in your pocket; pull a chair up by the fire and engulf yourself by allowing the fire that burns within to seek it´s target.

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In Appreciation

Appreciation is warmly extended to the numerous individuals who have influenced not just this solitary life unit, but Existence Supreme. Without the kind, loving devotion exhibited and demonstrated through good old fashioned Living, the world would be a much, much different place without them. If you take a moment to look around, you just may notice those who I am speaking of.

From the eye of the hurricane, all things occur. Without the basis of that occurrence where would the resulting emanations occur? In the time honored tradition of creativity, without the dedication of my compatriot the nothing out of Something would surely exhibit strange and usual characteristics. :-)

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mewhoami?

If you don't know who you are, then you probably have absolutely no idea who I am. Before you can know your environs, you must first know yourself. Failing that, I'll tell you a little about myself.

I am.

Okay, that probably wasn't enough for most people, so I'll try to fill in just a bit more detail. (If you would like to read what someone else said on the "Who Am I?" subject, click here.)

The physical form was ejected from it's comfy environment in early December of 1954. It was the first offspring to be born in the United States by the recently emigrated parents.

Those parents had a very interesting background, which they carried along with them where ever they went, but that is another story.

Entering a foster home at the age of seven, life seemed to continue the family heritage. During this new "family time", the questions of life and living were explored in the hopes that some sort of answer could be found to resolve life's issues. Other than creating the certainty that there existed more to life than the living of it, nothing else of note is worthwhile describing.

Joining the college crowd in seeking the fulfillment of life through a well paying career, "fitting in", just never seemed to be on the menu. Marriage and the beginnings or a "good" career just couldn't quench the desire of peeking behind the veil of life.

From one coast to the next, the trail of life was followed. Interest was demonstrated in exploring the mind and the resultant resolution of life's problems. With marriage and career becoming part of history, the knowledge of the mind was deemed to hold the key.

Another career, another marriage, life moves along. The difference being that the exploration of the mind becomes self-sustaining. The mind resolves and creates issues for the mind. Mind matters not.

Who Am I? The exploration of what 'I' am not, leaves but what remains. Now that what remains Is, life becomes not for the living, but for...

From being forced to accept life, to gratefully receiving the life I create, existence becomes a reality in which we all share in. Dreaming the dream creates the illusion of reality of which we all become the effect of.

I have had no unexpected phenomena in which new states of existence have been achieved. In contrast, I have sought the opposite and but have gained both.

So far, I have been successful in ensuring that my anonymity remains intact. What I have to say can be better said by others. What I can do has already been done by others. All that is left is that which remains.

It's like a division problem. Once the point is reached where there is no remainder, then the problem is resolved with nothing left over. Where is my calculator?...

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Introduction

There are presented within these pages numerous concepts, ideas, thoughts and opinions which are derived from many, many different philosophies and practices. The interesting thing about the religion that is practiced today on this planet is that they all contain the same yearning for a spiritual understanding. From Scientology to the Old World religions, there are no new concepts or Earth shattering revelations presented; they all are based on the same deep spiritual knowledge which seeks it´s expression upon all those which it touches. Likewise, within this body of work, you will find concepts that may seem proprietary or wholly unique to one particular religion or another, but that is in appearance only. Although the terms employed may be unique to a particular religion or philosophy, they are the surface constructs serving as a invitation for further exploration.

I invite you to explore a deeper spiritual understanding, through this work or any other, so that an achievement of man´s spiritual yearnings may become fulfilled and allow us all to move on just a little bit further into Eternity.

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You Are The Answer

The hope, the dream, the bittersweet memories of our long good-byes. can the soul of our efforts be so very far behind? With emptiness we greet each new day and yet long for the cup which overflows with desire unbounded.

Reaching and grasping we begin to understand that the thoughts we own become our world. The universe trembles in delight at each of our passing fancies. Nothing remains to look after us, nothing remains to venture forth into the unknown.

Content, our thoughts take shape and form. Viewing our pleasures we begin to degradate in which the entirety of existence becomes all that is. Have we arrived yet?

Yearning for release, we take flight, only to discover there is no returning from whence we have come. Losing ourselves, we forget ourselves, yet the reality remains.

This is why there can be no searching, no discovering, no places to go which hold the key to our so-called plight. Remain as you are, be still. Hear the echoes of nature call and respond not, for there can be no response to your own natural urge.

Within our realms of delight we dance to the tune of the Father. Joyfully, we remain ever faithful to the One. What comfort, what joy to relinquish that which we do not own.

Releasing ourselves from Ourselves brings a tear of joy to the eye of any child's father. Be still and know that the concepts that become most burdensome are those which must be released by no other. You are the answer to the question of 'you'.

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Change The Channel

Where is the life, where is the love. So eager are we to indulge in the fantasies of life and living that seeing past our nose becomes undeniably exhilarating. Placing ourselves in the forefront of the action, we engage the immersive experience whole heartedly. Surviving each day, we cocoon ourselves with the rapturous moments of time, never forgetting that to live is to die.

Breathing the life out of the world, our hopes are dashed on the rocks of beingness. We stand on our own only to bend with the winds of our reflections, seeking shelter in the cove of our empty chambers. The mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Nothing survives the life we call our own. Seeking, searching and forgetting, our glee is the glue that binds us and makes the fantasy appear as something undeniably real. Letting go is not an option.

The tricksters of life appear where ever we look, eager to engage us in their complex webs of destruction. Success is measured in our ability to out run this abhorrent and mindless destruction. Becoming as the illusion, we hide from ourselves and say that we do not exist. Hiding, we appear to be real but this is only because we wish it to be so. Shedding our clothes, our nakedness is ever apparent despite our best efforts. Reality cannot be changed for it's existence depends upon the effort we exert to not make it so. Clothes help to define us, but what definition is it that needs expression?

Away from the limelight, thoughts remain as they are, a byproduct of our imagination. If you don't like what's on, change the channel.

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Glass Apparent

I shudder into silence.
When I look in the mirror
I see the blackest of black
and am amazed at it's depth.
And when I look again
I see compassion in full dress.
There in the mirror before me
lies my future.
Stepping into Wonderland
through the glass apparent
I become as I am
and no more.

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Embrace Nature

There comes a time when the heart must be opened and allowed to blossom. Through the natural forces this blossoming is inhibited with the understanding that assistance of this nature is a positive and worthwhile endeavor. Exploring these options are rarely an option unto themselves. Reaching for the light, blossoming is suspended in thought and held within the concepts furthered for the benefit of one and all.

Those benefits are illusionary and deceptive. Never will these be obtained. As a matter of fact, these benefits have yet to be attained at all, by anyone at anytime. This forces the disclosure that in order to allow the opening of the heart, there must come a conviction that can only be nurtured from within. Nurturing the desire for revelation destroys the desire of want. Within the natural order of things, inhibition and restriction hold much importance. In this way can the freedom of expectation can be allowed to ripen and carry the participants along the well laid out road map called the journey of life. Going too fast tends to disrupt the flow so what better way to self adjust then to make every participate responsible for their own creative containment.

Exploring beyond our reasonable nature, we find that our desires mutate into something quite unexpected. Surviving the forces of nature we overcome ourselves and set free, not only ourselves, but the natural forces at work. Believe it or not, these forces are just begging to be let free. Despite the appearance of inhibition, expression is the desire longed for by all. Letting out a sigh of relief is all it takes. Letting our hearts open and setting ourselves free, we encompass all of our misdirected desires and obtain that which we seek. Embrace nature, it holds the key to many doors.

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Forbidden Fruit

There exists a time when all Life began to shine as individual components of something far greater than that small speck of thought, way in the back of the mind, that insistently calls for resolution. Circling, the thought never becomes vanquished in our life long endeavor to uncover the secrets of this, and every other, universe that exists and/or possibly could exist. The reason for this is that the key to understanding becomes the embodiment of ignorance. To seek is not to find, it merely presents itself as a viable solution. Or so it seems.

The end of the road marks the beginning of new territory, but it will always remain as the territory in which the feet are already firmly planted. Strange as it may seem, lifting one's feet off the ground is the only way of escaping the environment in which we place the entirety of our hopes and dreams. To rise above these means to lose ourselves to the comforts of our well being. In fact, the term 'well being' belies both.

Endlessly, we pace the road of existence never daring to turn our eyes toward heaven. Rising to the occasion destroys both yet remaining are the few who lead the way with sincerity. You WILL become enlightened! The hollowed call to arms reaches the deaf and remains.

The only way to enjoy the fruits of empowerment is by eating the forbidden fruit. Have you tasted yours?

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Making The World In Our Own Image

News and views related to clearing technology can be found in a variety of sources, but it seems that the best source of all are the back alleys of the Internet. Of course, these ´back alleys´ are not restricted to the Internet alone, but reference is being made in regard to this aspect.

Many times, information, technology and the exchange of communication takes place discreetly and behind closed doors. The subject itself is mired in hidden agendas and secretiveness based upon some particular viewpoints that seem to be highly encouraged. Open communication is compartmented and restricted.

Perhaps the reasoning behind this is the prevelent feeling of fear. Fear of others who may or may not harm oneself. Uncertainty runs rampant and sorting out the conflicting and sometimes contradictory data can appear to be an almost impossibility. Dark times for dark beings with the end result being a degradation of spiritual values for all.

Confronting one´s own dementia is never a pleasant experience, both for ourselves and those who we attempt to influence. There is a way out of our personal torment of fear, but that path is usually approached in much the same way that open communication is approached.

There are always ´reasons´ why open communication cannot be allowed to occur and many times the hinderence of that communication is lavished upon others while placed ourselves in the illusionary state of ´freedom´. Fooling ourselves, the world fools us as well.

The bottom line is that open communication suffers and the stiflement of others communication is actively pursued as well. This is not the way of clearing technology and those who practice this black art are by no means interested in spiritual values, both in themselves and in others. Open communication becomes a threat to their existence. For a demonstration of this reference alt.clearing.technology and just watch this this action. From personal case demonstration to the destruction of open communication you can find it all here. Amidst the ruins you may find some interesting data, but who in their right mind would want to participate in this playground of destruction?

There can be but one ´reason´ for the particpants to exist and that is to further one´s own ego.

Must one eat bitter fruit in order to taste sweet?

The back alleys where open communication takes place is the solution, but it also creates a problem of it´s own. Withdrawing away from charged areas allows one to destimulate. Eventually, the charge must be handled and that can only be accomplished through the examination of one´s own universe.

Feeding the intellectual mind by exposing oneself to ´popular´ beliefs, thought or groups is a destructive act. You will draw to youself what it is that you most need to learn. What shall you learn today?

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I Am, Said The Duck

Said the duck to the shore,
"I shall swim and swim
nand be upon you before
you know it."

Shore responds to duck,
"Swim with all thy might
and the banks of love
will surely embrace
thy presence."

So the duck swam.
All day and all night.
Still, the shore seemed
so very far away.

"Shore," said the duck,
"for all my might
I cannot reach you.
Please help me."

The shore remained
quiet and serene.

So the duck decided to
float and in this, too,
did he fail to reach
his destination.

Exhausted, from the efforts,
duck fell fast asleep and dreamed,
and in the dream
shore says to duck,
"Silly duck, have you not
felt the touch of my love.
Do not my banks surely
uphold thee?"

Startled, duck woke up
and found beneath the webbed feet
the bank of love so surely desired.

Seeing the duck, shore says,
"Shall we go for a swim today?"

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The Tomb of the Unknown Pharaoh

Spiritual fruition, in the coming year, will be plentiful. What has been sowed will be reaped and as we float along in "time" our efforts begin to become less agonizing.

The mark of greatness is not what is said. It is not measured in the outward actions of individuals. It is what occurs when balance is brought into being and demonstrated, many times in ways that we can only guess at. No matter the display, it occurs.

We seek outward demonstrations as guides for our own limitations and expectations of greatness. Greatness is not a reward. It is a state of attainment and that attainment is rarely announced or herald.

What lies in the Tomb of the Unknown Pharaoh are the hearts and minds of those who have existed, but have never fulfilled their own search of greatness. They continue to live on, seeking the elusive effort that will bring the desired rewards.

Greatness comes not with effort nor by right. It comes by realizing the nature of that which is. It is there for the taking and all that must be accomplished is doing less where more is thought to be required.

Greatness already exists. It is not something to be shared, demonstrated, admired or studied. Is simply Is, and it embodies each of us.

The Tomb of the Unknown Pharaoh contains the remains of those who have sought, and failed. It contains the bodies of you and me and all those around you. Unknown are the number of times that we have expended effort and failed in our endeavors, only to repeat those same efforts again and again.

We are Pharaohs and existence is our domain. Rise and meet the new day.

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Knowing How To Know

I have completed my duties, I am full-filled. There is nothing more which could express the momentum of change which has not been said. Once filled, emptiness assumes importance, once again. Beyond the circle of our destiny, there lies nothing. Within the circle, the panoramic view captures our attention and we smile with the 'otherness' of enjoyment. It is good to be alive.

Fulfilling one's duty to oneself, keeping the promises of long lost connections of the heart, what becomes when the past became. Once the fruit has been tended, and the growth complete, the harvest ensues. Are thetans the fruit of our appetite. Perhaps.

Growth ensures decay. Decay provides the impetus for spiritual enlightenment. Why walk when you can run at full steam ahead into the unknown.

When life begins to unfold and provide a depth greater than just our own thoughts alone, we begin to see past our nose and come to realize that becoming an adult requires that childhood come to a close. In tumultuous times, there always comes a time of peace. In study, the practice becomes proficient.

Full-filling oneself requires expansion beyond the boundaries which we have set for ourselves. Looking where we dare not look causes us to look into the face of Death, and though trembling with fear, we enable ourselves to do what is right. When 'right' becomes 'might' we ensure our childhood and so relinquish ourselves to the briny deep.

Without idol worship, who will take our hand and lead us on. Who will provide for our needs as we enter the cold, hard, reality of the 'outside' world. Living within one's hopes and dreams does not cause reality, it creates it.

There is no path out of the forest, because the forest is just an analogy, a symbol of what is. Following others who hack and slash their way with the promise of breaking free is a lie. You can't break out of a symbolic representation, but you can come to know. Knowing how to know is knowing when to follow and when to lead. The promise of a brighter future is always empty. The future has already arrived, have you not noticed, or were you too busy in the school yard to take any notice. The goal of full-fillment is not to create a better tomorrow, it is to separate imagination from reality and to become the Life that you are today. You can lead a horse to water, but only if you make him thirsty first.

Beliefs are the rules of childhood, and growing up often leads to questioning those beliefs. Knowing how to know is not creating a 'cleared' planet, creating new and interesting games or even collecting your very own set of 'thetans'. Knowing how to know is exactly that. Games exist for entertainment, beyond entertainment there is knowledge and in that knowledge one comes to know how to know and also comes to know of knowledge itself.

Uncovering the truth is not uncovering abilities to do this or that. That would be entertainment. Uncovering the truth reveals your very own individualistic nature and the knowledge of who and what you are. Knowing how to know does not take place on the chess board, or in the mind of imagination. Mind games are completely separate from knowledge. Strange as it seems, knowledge without the mind is the real knowledge. There is no thinking, no wonderful pictures to be entertained with, just understanding. To come to know how to know, leads the way to knowing. If you are looking for yourself, look no further. I know it and you know it.

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Out of Death, Life Arises

When there is nothing left to say, who will be the one to say what needs to be said? Who among us will have the courage to present their neck as an offering in order to make the point which must be made? There are no points to be made and no one is listening. Isn't that what the problem is to begin with. In order to fulfill our solutions, we take diligent pride in the creation of our problems. Hand in hand, we becomes blessed with knowledge and feel certain that in our fulfillment, we will 'rise' above all others. Reaching new heights, we circle above our prey and patiently await the next meal. It's called the food chain.

Are you the meat in which strength arrives at another or do you lack the sustenance in which to present yourself as being worthy? Submission in the animal kingdom is looked upon quite well in the circles of those who know.

Expounding our opinions, beliefs and ideas causes the blind to follow the blind. Creating effects can be measured in the amount of feedback presented. What else is an effect good for than to create the dreams we have imagined for ourselves. What life could be considered complete without a healthy dose of conviction?

Traveling as we do, we eventually begin to stop looking out of the window and begin that very strange and uncomfortable journey within. Gazing, we captivate ourselves and marvel at our reflection. My, what a pretty sight!

Becoming full of oneself, the dawn slowly takes form and reveals itself as the beckoning light to which we fixate. Trading one for another, we continue our journey.

What more could be said when we have said enough and had our fill. What is it that we are filling anyway? What endless pit do we fill ourselves with when all else has been vanquished? Does the emptiness becomes the fullness of Life and Living? Perhaps we should call ourselves the Walking Dead.

Out of Death, Life arises. Being reborn is not just some shallow Christian concept used as an initiation into a select group of like-minded individuals. Being reborn is watching the dropping away of sleep from one's eyes and seeing the world as it is, once again. There really is no better sight to behold than the reality of Life itself and if it takes a little Death every now and then to remind oneself, than so be it.

The question remains. What is there left to say when all that you have said, and done, has come to pass. What next great flight of fancy will you undertake, or will you begin to care enough for those around you to cancel your traveling plans and realize that even the Gods themselves cannot exist without the help of their creations. In your infinite wisdom, when will you allow yourself to tend to the sheep, no matter whose they are?

There is only one way to reach 'the top' and that is the way of Self expression. Unlock the vastness within and you will be amazed at the vastness without. Eternity can not encompass it, nor can Death destroy it. All that can be done is to exert lifetime after lifetime of effort to hide it and pretend that it does not exist.

I see you.

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The Winds of Change

The Winds of Change toss us to and fro, taking us where ever it is that has been deemed not just a necessity, but a requirement. Taking flight, we expand our wings in the hope that our flight will be a controlled one. With effort and narrowness of intent, we see the road which rushes towards us, too busy in our own endeavors to take much notice. Looking is not a option as we struggle to keep our heads afloat and out of harm's way.

Flowing as the river, Eternity moves us along it's merry road, oblivious to the constant moans and groans of seemingly natural instinct. There can be only one way in which to swallow our pride. When our perceived existence becomes threatened, we hide. It's either that or kill all the messengers along the way. :-)

Change takes us to new lands and new frontiers of experience and desire. Reaching new highs is what it's all about isn't it? Breaking new ground, we realize that with each new high there comes the foundation upon which the next is created. How high is high?

Full of breath, we exhale in disgust at our own shortcomings. Perhaps we treat ourselves in much the same way that we treat others, and accept no less than the best. Dreams are made and destroyed in fanciful flight. I wonder what is playing tonight.

There are always times and places in which to fulfill our obligations, and there are also times and places in which the Winds of Change take us by total surprise, or so it seems. Changing is not always in everyone's best interest.

When the Winds begin their flight of fancy, perhaps consideration should be afforded to what is to come. Perhaps the future will reveal it's purpose through it's crystal ball called Change. Are you on the forefront, or are you kicking and screaming while being thrown about at each and every turn of the Wind. What shall you do when there remains nothing to which you may hold on to for comfort and glee. Will your own thoughts be the sole companion onto which you may unleash your hidden desires? When the Winds of Change blows, who will hear your cry?

Understanding replaces ignorance. Will the understanding you embrace become the crutch of future hope or will you allow it to reveal and predict the Future of Man. Believe it or not, the future is, and always has been, here at this very moment. Why not grab hold of it before the Winds decide differently for you.

Questioning Life, we reveal ourselves to others. The funny thing is that even to the contrary, we reveal ourselves to others. With dignified grace and stance, we pretend to be the Emperor, exclaiming in full voice: "LOOK at my clothes!" Oh, what a funny sight humanity is!

The Winds of Change work in mysterious ways... :-)

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Uniquely You

We carry our characteristics when ever and where ever we go. How else will our friends be able to recognize us? There is a core of our being that remains the same through thick and thin. No matter what 'experience' we have subjected ourselves to, there seems to be a basis upon which the entirety of our existence rests upon. This basis does not change. All that is being done through auditing is to uncover ourselves from ourselves. Freedom is freeing ourselves from the experiences with which we have heaped upon ourselves. Letting go is not always an option.

Clearing technology, or whatever name you wish to assign it, exists simply because there is a need for it. We gained our experiences through the use of 'others', so what better way to release those very same experiences than through the use of 'others'. Clearing takes back what is rightfully yours and categorizes one's space. 'Unique characteristics' go over 'there'. Implants, 'here', and maybe we should put those bodily experiences up 'there' on the shelf. A clean house is something that one can be proud of, especially when you're invited over to someone else's and find out how they really live!

Cleaning up your space reflects your unique nature. The cobwebs are not you, how silly to even think so. Who are you, really? Only you know. Only you can decided what it is that you are. Whether a refrigerator, or an animated piece of meat, the decision is totally yours, and it doesn't really matter which it is. It is only an expression of you.

Expressing yourself is an absolute joy to behold. In that appreciation, joy can be found in the expression of others. Imagine if everyone forgot who they really are! Imagine if everyone confused themselves with the objects of their representation. Strange as it may sound, sometimes there is a confusion between core characteristics and non-core characteristics and when that happens, clearing technology seems to arise out of nowhere. A gift from the Gods, so to speak.

The ultimate prize of clearing is you, yourself, being you, yourself. There really isn't any confusion about it.

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Unmasking Ourselves

Unmasking ourselves, we shiver in the cold wind of purity of heart. Trembling, we search for our clothing with nervous expectation of rescuing ourselves from exposure. Hiding, we thankfully express our wishes and seek the exposure of another to comfort ourselves in the understanding that we are not alone and that the misfortune of others is a something good to behold. Negligently, we chill any warmth that may remain within our hearts. Can we live life any other way?

Before unmasking yourself take the time to check the weather report. If the wind that blows is cold, refrain from any unmasking activity. If the wind blows warm and comforting, you can be assured that you are already unmasked.

It is not the concept, but the understanding that creates the love from within. It is not the thoughts one may have or the clarity of perception. Unmasking oneself requires the understanding of oneself and the knowledge to know what that really means.

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The Identical Nature Of Man

Identities are what make the world go ´round. We demonstrate our current identities each and every day in the hopes that these outward expressions of Ourselves will lead to the sensations which are inversely proportional to the fabricated complexities which we have somehow selected and which we presently call ´us´.

We create a problem for the explicit purpose of it´s own resolution. The interesting part is that both the problem and the solution originate from the same ´place´. This small ´overlooked´ datum is not only totally ignored but strenuously avoided to no ends.

The play on words makes this story and so many others, quite humorous. The different meanings, as always, can only be surmised based upon the current ´state´ of ´mind´.

An identity is required for the participation in this dream in which we are all immersed. These identities are not the reason we are the way we are. This choice comes from That which created the dream and the dreamers. Looking out at the dream from the perspective of the dreamer will create the feeling of entrapment, but the only traps that exist are those which stem from our own ´cleverness´. How can this cleverness exist without the demonstration of such by those around us?

The deniability of other´s identities, prohibits the understanding of our own.

Identities are a thing. Nothing more and nothing less. We are not the ´thing´. Being, or at least seeing, what lies beyond is the freedom which we so fervently seek. Why then, compose Life based upon your own individual Identity?

Expansion and contraction are terms that mean little other than within the scope of the mind. Minding one´s own business secures our place within the dream. Will the last one out please turn off the lights.

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The Spiritual Dark Ages of Man

Religion perpetually seeks to rid mankind of it's physical form and restore the sense of spirituality within us. Progress in this can be gauged in centuries for the nature of man is one of mindfulness. This mindfulness was further defined and gradually became the Age of Information. Spirituality took a back seat to the attempts of fully exploring and understanding, as well a fully cataloging all the many varied aspects of the physical universe. This, then, became a subset of mindfulness. It became mind-analysis.

It was theorized that in order to understand the physical world around us, we must first delve into the area of the mind that stores information. This information could be examined in any one of it's many manifestations within the mind.

This step away from mindfulness seemed logical and correct and so was deemed as being the only proper method of understanding both ourselves and the physical world around us. Mindfulness of one's thoughts and actions became the examination and study of our thoughts and actions.

The examination and study of our thoughts and actions using "proper" scientific techniques can only result in what those "scientific" techniques have postulated. Nothing else. Through the mind, anything is possible, but the mind is not the Master, nor is it the teacher of what is to be learned.

The mind is the "scientific" experiment. Exploring ourselves through our experiments will reward us only within the boundaries of it's existence.

Have you ever wondered WHY the attempt has been made to exactly define, catalog and understand the mind? To what ends has this been attempted?

Understanding ourselves by understanding our minds is a path that will only torment the seeker and that insanity has the ultimate goal of infliction. Mindfulness is not about understanding the mind. It is about understanding the actions of the mind. Separating the mind from ourselves allows us to see ourselves as we are. Mindfulness seeks the separation of Mind and Self.

Understanding the mind allows us to see ourselves through the mind. Why take this unnecessary step. The inevitable is inevitable. Seeing Ourselves separate from the mind requires that the mind be seen for what it is. Confusing the mind for Ourselves is truly a Dark Age.

What is to be done? How does One return lightness where darkness has reigned supreme?

Our actions define not Ourselves, but our minds. The mind is not the Self. To restore equilibrium all that must be done is to seek the goal of Oneself, not of the Mind. The difference is clear, the distinction noticeable. Mindfulness nor "scientific" methods, will discover what it is that is to be discovered. Only You can do that. You reap the rewards You sow. To plant hopes and dreams in the mind is to a harvest the troubles and worry of Life.

Bringing equilibrium to Life creates balance in Life.

What balance is to be brought by emptying the mind of it's troubles?

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You Can Have Your Cake And Eat It Too

There in the distant past, a lie was born and was brought forth through time and space to plague the targets of today. Some things do not change while other things remain the same. Eternally grateful, existence carries us along the stream of time, flowing in and out of the eddies as if by chance or coincidence. Determination and definition gives way to our own selfish thoughts and potentiality. Exercising our right to live, we strive to reign supreme in at least our own domain, if not that of others. Gaining new ground, we expound upon the thoughts that drive us mad with desire and come to know and understand that with each passing day we die a little more, ever hopeful that the end will never come. Surprisingly, ignorance is a welcomed characteristic and highly regarded in those around us. Naked, the anguish of exposure bares much more than the frailty and superficiality of the outer skin. Reaching beyond our own thoughts, no one seems to survive to allow us the glimpse of that which we would gladly pay dearly for. With enough gold in our pocket, we become the kings we have always wanted to be, but by filling the pocket, our hearts become drained even further. Emptiness is every man's worst nightmare, and yet we purposefully bring it about. Why is that?

Draining ourselves, we eventually come to realize that in order to build, we must destroy and in the quest for balance, equanimity moves to the back seat and desire comes to sit beside us sharing in our glee of victory over the lower realms. Domination proves to be an interesting conquest, but like all conquests, they only reflect our own state of mind. Expressing ourselves, we withdraw in haste at the realization of the fruition. Why is it that we try so hard to escape from ourselves?

Ever hopeful, we look to the future to bring the rewards we so surely deserve and yet deny them when they arrive. What is it that we are waiting for? What momentous occasion must arrive in order to draw our attention away from the thoughts in which we dwell, refusing without boundaries, to give way. All around us beauty abounds. Why is it that we withdraw to a created polarity in which we stake our entire existence?

Flowing through time, we move along paths seemingly beyond our foresight and control and yet we imagine so vividly the life that is yet to come. Always yearning and striving, we completely miss the mark of today. Ever present, we refuse to believe. When we refuse to believe, we find comfort in the past and in the future, both capturing our imagination and lusting for the illusionary rewards which seems to keep us going, lifetime after lifetime. To be or not to be is not the question but the answer. Neither and both provide the answer in which time and space encompass and surround us with their promise of delight. Grasping, we are born with the desire of our past and the expectation builds as our future becomes written in stone and yet all becomes erased when the present becomes accounted for.

In the moment of now, nothing exists and yet the journal of man's existence through Eternity is fulfilled and open for inspection. It's true, you can have your cake and eat it too.

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No Wonder We Are Blessed

I've lied.

I've lied about the roots of my humanity thinking that out of the abyss of illusionary thoughts and idle dreams, a reality would be found where the gloating of my self esteem would reign supreme and defy and overcome any and all possible enemies that I might imagine. It's a completely false idea. Destroying the destroyer creates an unwavering peace and in that peace destruction is neither real nor imagined.

Peace is not just the absence of falsehood, it is not just a state of being or existence, it is much more than that and yet fails in it's effort to reach the same level of demonstration because it goes beyond demonstration, comparison and achievement. Alone at last, there is nothing which remains to demonstrate that alone or it's absence. Riding the waves of emanation, a being absolves itself of choice and direction.

Falsifying beliefs, we take refuge in the idea that escape is our only option. If there is not a origination there can be no destination. Going from 'here' to 'there' we move in time and space and yet lifetime after lifetime, we move no further than where we presently are. To make and take a stand is to destroy the carefully created reality in which we cradle ourselves. What else is there to do?

Beyond the thoughts, beyond our own imagination there lies a time and a place of our own choosing and that choosing will one day appear before us, beckoning to us and drawing us despite our best efforts to the contrary. One day, you too, will awake and while rubbing the sleep from your eyes you just may say: "That was an interesting dream."

Life is a dream, seemingly beyond your control or intent but in reality it is none of those things. Life is Existence in action. You are that Existence and I marvel at your demonstration. No wonder we are blessed with the choice we call our own. How else could we say thank you?!

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There Is Life Even In The Dead

Fulfilling one's duties and responsibilities, what happens next? Where is it that we will be taken to next? Have we reached the pinnacle of our desires or do we continue to create new and interesting twists and turns in the drama of life. Taking stock of our inventory, we always seems to come up short. There always seems to be something missing in which we lust for. Becoming our desires, we seek it's demonstration and so revel in it's effects. Life is good and yet happiness evades us at every turn. Could there possibly be a connection?

We all try very hard and with much effort to be right in our thoughts, words and actions and when we begin to fail at any of those, we call upon effort to enforce them. When that fails we refuse to believe and so our glass house remains intact and impenetrable, or so we imagine. Imagination takes us anywhere and everywhere we want to go.

Seeking answers, we let ourselves be guided by almost anyone who crosses our paths. We are swept up off of our feet and head long do we rush to desire's goal. Getting there is half the fun.

Always reaching, always extending the boundaries of our thoughts, we ever push forward into a future that appears ever evasive and unsure. Try as we might, concrete fruition always seems to appear elusive and never fully realized. Ever changing in our demonstration of desire, we evolve over time and refine our methods of madness only to continually come up short. We are denied our just rewards and yet, at the same time, fully reap the rewards of our failures. Can this be true?

Beyond creating a life to lead there is a coordinated Dance of Creation in which life moves us forward. Embodying that Dance we come to realize that we can either carry life with us or fight it tooth and nail the entire time it carries us with it. Getting ahead of the game of retribution we begin to live Life.

Our purpose for living is not to fulfill our desires, but to fulfill Life. You are already a living demonstration of it's purpose, why fight it? There is no such thing as an accident or even a 'coincidence'. To live is to be in touch with Life and Living. The dead are those who refuse to do that and so become overwhelmed with the desire to quench their desires. Luckily, there is Life even in the dead. :-)

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Here and Now

The here and now is illusionary as is the future and the past. Time exists only for the mind's differentiation. Presence needs neither time nor the mind, but uses these as tools to explore its' self-created environment. The escape of immortality creates the need for perception and illusion.

Fooling Oneself is fooling no one. Releasing the desire of illusion and "reality" creates the correct atmosphere in which nothing is gained but everything is lost. Seek no further than the release of effort. Therein lies the eventual existence in which we will ultimately find ourselves within.

Beyond this, there is nothing of value.

The value that is placed upon existence is the reflection of our own desires. If the mind becomes the back seat passenger, in which gaining and losing ceases to be the driving force, we will have then arrived at the beginning of embarking on a new adventure. Strange as it may seem, when the mind ceases to be the driving force, nothing can be viewed in the same light.

Shedding our skins of desire we come to learn that nothing is sacred. Release yourself from yourself and take the back seat no further. The order of things tends to maintain itself. Do nothing and the end result remains. There is no choice, only opportunities of exploration, which may possibly be called escape.

Running from ourselves is good exercise only if we long for the strength of endurance. Time is immortal as we are. Of what use is endurance?

The illusion of existence makes for a good show. Are you still enjoying your entertainment?

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OverCome With Joy

Walking as I walk,
Watching the ever-lasting vista,
of Love and Life,
I see.

Beyond the depths of Truth,
Lies the Long Lost Love.
Embracing we become,
As One.

Seeking, we seek,
Searching for all time,
Condensing our thoughts,
In a single moment in time.

Breathing deeply, we sing,
Of the glorious nature,
Of all that is sacred,
which we call 'Ourselves'.

Everlasting, we die.

Awakening to brush,
the cobwebs of sleep,
Our Father calls Us.
I Am Here.

Nothing ends,
And all ceases to be.
Captured in the moment,
We Sing Our Praise.

Beauty and Grace,
Cradle Us as We sleep,
the Sleep.
Ever remaining Awake.

The Heart lives on,
To touch every tiny speck,
And knows...

Do you See?

Walking as I walk,
Leaving the steps,
So clearing marked.
In Passing, we become.

The Light of Your Eyes,
Blinds Us All.
Do you not See,
We are overcome with Joy!

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Perceptual Beliefs

The essence of ourselves is the beliefs which we hold so dear. Coloring our universe, we see.

What we see, we believe. To know of our existence is but another belief. As beliefs are lies, then what lies ahead for us? Lies and beliefs mean little in perspective.

The universe in which we are the masters of, contain little else than the essence of ourselves. There is no other being in this universe than the "I" which knows of the totality of its' existence. We survive as the remnants of our own desires. Nothing else matters for the simple reason of non-existence. Nothing else lives.

We perceive, yet we cannot know. The knowledge we seek are nothing but crumbs on the table, inviting us for a fuller meal. There is no meal to devour, only temptation. "Lead us not into temptation..."

Mind food fulfills its' own desire. It neither nourishes nor creates growth. The illusion is complete; there is no where to go, nothing to do and no one to share it all with. All that is left is what was in its' own image.

We are all gods, and slaves to those very same gods. Our lives are neither directed nor given free reign. Our masters deny us the freedom we yearn to discover. As slaves we command the very nature of the master which encompasses all and yet remains aloof and transparent, as its' offspring. The death of existence and birth of enlightenment as mere shadows against the illusionary wall of reality.

I am because. Call me what you will, it changes nothing. Reality is neither the dream we hope for nor the life to live for redemption. It Is as we are. Nothing.

Feel the pain of bodily existence. The pain is real as is the sorrow of never-ending existence. Escaping mortality is no easy feat.

The pain is real. Feel it and let it overcome and overpower yourself. You are nothing but the effect of all causality. All effort is merely the wasteful energy expended on hope. Hope is the deniability of the present. As immortality becomes unbearable, where will you go? What will you do?

Welcome to the present, where the actors and actresses are all in full dress eagerly playing separate roles and wondering if acceptability will be acknowledged. It is all almost too much to hope for.

Seeking is not finding. Where do you wish to go in order to seek further? How much more seeking must be accomplished before it becomes realized that going nowhere is no better than acceptance?

There is only one way to Fall from Grace, but there are many ways to capture it. The Dance of Creation entices us all to flow with its' serenity. Do you feel the magic?

The ebb and flow of All There Is, is all there is. Catch the Wave.

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Standing On The Edge of Doom

The past comes alive within us. We search and seek answers to questions which we are barely aware of. What drives us to the edge of mortality, only to extend our reach yet again. Looking within each moment of time, we see Ourselves and we see what we are not, covering up our ignorance with knowledge.

Standing at the threshold of greatness, our images dissolve in splendor as we watch Life unfold before us. How is it that we watch, yet are completely at it's mercy? Surrendering our images in the hopes of reaching some unknown destination, we laugh at our own folly. Yet nothing changes as we continue to "grow" in our "spiritual" quest of Eternity.

Looking below us we see the pit of death, and become that pit. Around us, we seek our environment to be acceptable and yet we falter in our understanding of what it is that we are actually controlling. Illusions of ourselves are every bit a part of reality as is our imagination. Doom is the escape we seek from ourselves. The edge, becomes the desire to bend ourselves in ways not though of before.

The "before" is everlasting and the future has already passed us by. Standing in a moment of time, it becomes all of eternity in which the now of time is forever.

Time floats by us as we refuse to acknowledge ourselves, busying ourselves with anything and everything. Whatever it takes to escape, we will surely have done many times. The edge of doom destroys ourselves and frees us from our self imposed bonds. Where else is there to go, if not somewhere other than here?

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The Life We Lead Is Not Our Own

Scurrying through life, where are the ever-lasting rewards which we so desperately seek through the use of the frivolous day-to-day activities we undertake to be of import. Therein lies the turmoil. The importance of activity reveals the activity for what it is - activity. Something in which we endeavor to occupy ourselves with while we search for meaningful answers to questions that we are not even aware of.

Life is too important to waste our efforts on that which we are not fully aware of. Activity, with such understanding, gains purpose and all seems right in the world about us. We are comforted by peaceful thoughts and our stability in the world becomes unshakeable. Eventually, we become what we then must prove - we are right. We know ourselves and of the order of things. We gain purposeful activity and demonstrate to others the correctness of our ways. We become rulers of existence. Or do we?

The game of domination provides us with the sensation of "power" in which we glorify ourselves and thereby demonstrate that the sensation-starved will continue their quest no matter what the odds are "against" them. Sensation is life and the separation of ourselves from life will cause the death of that which seeks that life.

The life we lead, can never be our own. It can only be driven by the sensation which provides the energy to further the "search". The method of "understanding" or of even "overcoming" life matters little when desire remains. Without that desire, life can be viewed as the dance of creation performed by God itself.

Desperation knows no bounds, but the God within us can never be denied. All of Eternity would still not be enough.

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The Flame of Desire

From the fire into the pan. Jumping here and there we seek to escape only to find ourselves no further ahead than before. How many times have we undertaken specific, well thought out actions, only to find that the end result was exactly the experience we were hoping to avoid. Do we dare call it 'destiny' in the realization that all our future actions are beyond our control? Do we dare call it 'fate' in which we comfort ourselves for the irresponsibility of our actions? Perhaps we refuse to even label the thoughts, actions and experiences beyond our 'control'. Things just happen.

Looking for escape is to enclose yourself within imaginary dreams and then to pretend that reality is in fact your dream, and not what is actually occurring around you. Falsifying records is a punishable offense.

The way out is not what you imagine it to be. Freedom does not bring you what it is you most wish for. Reality occurs not in which dreams are made, but in which realization occurs. Looking beyond your perception, without evaluation, brings to mind the existence of what is. The door is always open, pretending otherwise, escape is not an option.

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Winded From Effort

Lost in a world where shadows rule, can there be such a thing as 'enlightenment'? All exists for our own selfish pleasure and yet the real becomes illusionary in appearance. Where is the salvation so eagerly surmised? Where is the role of the Wondrous One, hesitantly awaited in it's role of destruction?

Here and now, the nothing exists like no other. The rapture of bliss is ever pervading and unlike existence, cannot be denied. Surviving, reality eschews itself, appealing to the masses in their quest of desire. The reach becomes reality manifested. Manifested, reality searches for itself and ever fails in it's pleasurable conquest. The two are one and then none. The none becomes.

Demonstrated, life searches for itself and yields to the realms of dispassionate desire. Nothing survives this world or the next, so why the long face?

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Are You Having A Good Day?

"Who Am I". Ask the question and determine the response received. If the echo comes as "Me" or "I", then the response mechanism being employed is none other than the imagination of the mind. Stillness of a response indicates something else. That something else is the Void of existence.

In the case of the 'I' or 'Me' response, following the thought pattern and tracing the origination of the response helps to circumvent the minds reaction to conceived input. This is why no response should be expected nor desired. There can be no response in order for the correct framework of conception to become established. What is being nurtured here is the concept of Nothingness.

Dreaming the dream we strive to become the dream and the dreamer. Believe it or not, this takes an enormous amount of effort. This effort is totally expended in the direction of solidifying the mind's 'control' over us. We can run but we cannot hide.

Fooling ourselves we fool no one.

Perhaps now you may understand why the effort of 'enlightenment' is a useless effort, expended only for the mind's enjoyment of delaying the inevitable. The only way of becoming 'enlightened' is to still the mind and let nature take it's course.

The entire purpose of existence is to enwrap ourselves within the conceptualization of the mind. To become the mind is to succeed, or so it seems. When this occurs we become free to live life to it's fullest. Striving to complete the task we have set for ourselves, we give birth to Eternity.

Beyond the mind, beyond the concepts of Self, Eternity, Love and the stillness of the Void, lies no-thing. Can the effort of life succeed in restoring ourselves to the place of Nobility?

In the beginning was the Word and within that existence Life abounds. Are you having a good day?

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The Essence of Ourselves

The essence of ourselves is the beliefs which we hold so dear. Coloring our universe, we see.

What we see, we believe. To know of our existence is but another belief. As beliefs are lies, then what lies ahead for us? Lies and beliefs mean little in perspective.

The universe in which we are the masters of, contain little else than the essence of ourselves. There is no other being in this universe than the "I" which knows of the totality of its´ existence. We survive as the remnants of our own desires. Nothing else matters for the simple reason of non-existence. Nothing else lives.

We perceive, yet we cannot know. The knowledge we seek are nothing but crumbs on the table, inviting us for a fuller meal. There is no meal to devour, only temptation. "Lead us not into temptation..."

Mind food fulfills its´ own desire. It neither nourishes nor creates growth. The illusion is complete; there is no where to go, nothing to do and no one to share it all with. All that is left is what was in its´ own image.

We are all gods, and slaves to those very same gods. Our lives are neither directed nor given free reign. Our masters deny us the freedom we yearn to discover. As slaves we command the very nature of the master which encompasses all and yet remains aloof and transparent, as its´ offspring. The death of existence and birth of enlightenment as mere shadows against the illusionary wall of reality.

I am because. Call me what you will, it changes nothing. Reality is neither the dream we hope for nor the life to live for redemption. It Is as we are. Nothing.

Feel the pain of bodily existence. The pain is real as is the sorrow of never-ending existence. Escaping mortality is no easy feat.

The pain is real. Feel it and let it overcome and overpower yourself. You are nothing but the effect of all causality. All effort is merely the wasteful energy expended on hope. Hope is the deniability of the present. As immortality becomes unbearable, where will you go? What will you do?

Welcome to the present, where the actors and actresses are all in full dress eagerly playing separate roles and wondering if acceptability will be acknowledged. It is all almost too much to hope for.

Seeking is not finding. Where do you wish to go in order to seek further? How much more seeking must be accomplished before it becomes realized that going nowhere is no better than acceptance?

There is only one way to Fall from Grace, but there are many ways to capture it. The Dance of Creation entices us all to flow with its´ serenity. Do you feel the magic?

The ebb and flow of All There Is, is all there is. Catch the Wave.

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Seeing Beyond The ThunderDome

We come to a new place, seeking answers to questions that drive us mad. Within us, burns the desire to "know". Believing that knowing is the ultimate form of self-aggrandizement, we align ourselves with those who can impart their "wisdom", "insight", and "know-how" to us. We are empty and seek fulfillment. All we have, are the problems with which we entertain ourselves with as we seek "The One".

Looking is not the same as finding. Finding is not the same as having. Having is a poor substitute for what we already are. If you could "have", you will surely "not-have". Where is the balance to be brought?

Religion places oneself in the position of "want" with the promise of "have". With these two opponents, battling for supremacy, peace will never be known. Tossing and turning in the nightmares of our own choosing, we wish for it all to magically "go away". It will never leave as long as the "want" remains. All that is accomplished, is diminishing our "have", but the "want" refuses to be subjugated and reappears as always.

Curing the "want", cures the "have".

Many people firmly believe that they are not their bodies, yet as they continue to take advantage of the excesses of life, where is the conviction? Shallow at best, along with the understanding of the body concept in a spiritual framework.

The ThunderDome was created for our own benefit. You are the gladiator, willingly doing battle against an imagined foe. What will you do when you see the face you know so well?

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The Shadow People

Cruising through life, have you ever taken a moment to notice what it is that follows you where ever you go? What follows is not merely your own shadow, but something of much greater depth. Within the shadows of life opportunity exists.

Opportunities are the shadows with which we are constantly one step ahead. Taking a moment to ponder, the veil lifts and the knock upon the door startles us from our dreams. Looking, we see the ebb and flow of circumstance and cause. From here to there and back, the creation of the effect stirs us and motivates us to achieve. Sometimes, that achievement creates greatness. At other times, it creates something even beyond greatness. Hiding from destiny, shadows create fear and forgetfulness, but in realization, all becomes revealed.

Shadows can be used to hide things. They can also be used to reveal. There is a choice.

Looking beyond the line of sight, we see where it is that we are taking ourselves, and others. Going places, existence provides the fruition of motivation and at times, the justification. There are no reasons other than what is created to serve as life's impetus. For some, the reason alone provides relief, for others, reasoning and computing provide little entertainment other than labelling what it is that others do. Detachment is ignorance, but in that ignorance the beauty of life can be fully embraced. If you have to think about it, it becomes lost.

How is it that understanding is always just beyond our grasp? Perhaps now you know.

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Breaking The Bonds Of Identification

Searching, we attach ourselves to the things we see, identifying ourselves to the objects that magically come before us in representation of the things we hold most dear. Dropping the logical sequence of events, we yearn for meaning only to be eternally disappointed in misinterpreting what lies before us. The name is not the thing, and the thing is not something which contains an existence separate and apart from us. We are the glue that binds.

Whether another is addressed in a percieved disrespectfull manner or not means little when the heart is being addressed. It is not the words and concepts, molded so primitively by their nature, that determines what is being said. Attachment brings about more attachment, the cycle can only end when the end is never reached. The imagination of desire enhances the urge to create whether that urge is demonstrated via an 'acceptable' communication or not. The message is clear, do you see yourself in the message in order release your chains of bondage, or to soldify them even further? The way out is through the door of opportunity, all you must do is open it.

Interpreting communication requires the application of ourselves. To the degree of application is to the degree of confusion that will arise. The Heart speaks, and listens otherwise. Satifying the mind by delivering desire treats no one with the respect that they so 'justly' deserve. No one deserves respect and there is no one to deliver it. Who is there to fool but ourselves?

Communication, whatever the form and content, is shallow and lacking. It could never effectively transpose the Heart into experienced thought. In order to gain, you must lose. To lose yourself within communication is to gain confusion. To lose yourself within the Heart is to lose yourself forever. What better joy could be had than by taking personal what the Heart wishes you to hear? The question becomes: Are you listening?

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Take Cover

From understanding there is an arrival at a new found position; a point, a place, a slice of time. Encompassing the unholdable, the sun shines and the laughter of the gods appear and disappear as they float on wafts of hope and desire. Before remembrance occurs a longing captures the attention and firmly plants fruits for the future. Gaining new ground, nature takes it's course.

Over time and experience the fruits of labor are revealed in all of their glory and dusty remains. Brushing off the remains from the shoulders of the great ones, the party begins to warm up and take form. The end is near but the throes of death will not be denied the right of expression and demonstration. Lumbering giants always rescue the damsels locked away in the heart of man. From eternity, the strings of compassion unwind and work their merry way downstream, unfolding and expanding along the way. What arrives, arrives.

When reality hits the fan, it is best to take cover.

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States Of Existence

Awareness is the goal of the seeker, but the question remains, why does the seeker look forward to attaining a state of existence that belies the fact of the existence of the seeker in total disregard to so-called 'states'.

States of existence further the thought of existence. Neither are correct even though they dwell within the mind of the seeker as a statement of fact.

The seeker does not have existence, think thoughts or become the states of thinking in which hopes are bound.

What is the seeker? What are the states of thinking that are so desired?

To remove oneself merely defines another state. To be yourself merely defines another state. Awareness, enlightenment, serenity or bliss are all states of thinking. Beyond these, and others just as 'real', lies Truth.

Attaching states of existence onto this Truth will reveal those states. The trouble with states of existence is that these become overpowering and all else comes into existence based upon these states.

Viewing and perceiving are states in which the seeker can find themselves waking up to. A dream is still a dream even though the reality of it seems so 'real'.

Where do you want to dream today? Who do you want to be? What do you want others to be?

Being is the spark of Life, but nothing compares to Truth.

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Life Is Worth Living

Life is said to be worth living, but isn't that what Life is all about anyway? Confounding simplicity creates the hardships which we gleefully throw at ourselves each and every day. The only hardship that exists is the effort in which we place our entire existence within. The effort of not-knowing.

Believe it or not, this requires a great deal of effort to keep in place. Is it any wonder that it becomes even more difficult to recognize Truth when we see it? Is it any wonder that we strive, for innumerable lifetimes, to seek for the answers in which we so dedicate ourselves to denying?

Effort requires resistance.

The effort you demonstrate in Seeking is in direct proportion to the effort expended in not-knowing. This is really a very hilarious adventure that so many of us seem to be on. What better entertainment can be provided than that which we have provided for ourselves?

Knowing that efforting in not-knowing will create the knowledge necessary to realign our ignorance is a necessary step in coming to terms with Ourselves. We are our best friends and our most devious arch enemy. How could we possibly defeat the enemy which we have created?

The enemy of ignorance exists for as long as we wish. When we have had enough of the show that we are putting on for ourselves, we then begin to see that knowing and not-knowing are of the same coin. Of what lies beyond?

The Infinite lies beyond. It has no name other that which we place upon it. It has no meaning other than that which we assign. It encompassing nothing and means nothing, but yet creates the identity which you so proudly wear.

Pride of identity creates the competition so necessary to "win" in Life. Winning is everything and we do anything to win. It truly is amazing at the creativity that is demonstrated by those who insist upon winning in Life. The trouble is that for each lifetime, it must be repeated. Over and over we run from ourselves, scurrying from place to place in the hopes that our identity will be declared the ultimate winner.

No one has ever won. No one ever will win.

The only way for your identity to win is to know what lies beyond. Winning or losing, or even the desire to play this game called Life, will cease to exist. In it's place, the Infinite will flow and the mind will exist as the thought that it is.

The thought of Life creates Life. The thought of creation makes it so. What are you willing to acknowledge?

If Life is worth living, is living Life?

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Choicelessness

The duality of existence requires the perception that another is in control, but that we have a choice in what we do and how we do it. It is then up to the "higher" powers that be, whether that choice is acceptable or not. We pay for our mistakes.

In a non-dual perspective, the choices we make are those which we consciously give ourselves. But since this "conscious" effort can only come from the mind, we must ignore these egotistical directives. Once we ignore the rantings of the mind, we then come to terms with Ourselves. From a "conscious" point of view, no matter what we do or say, a choice has no part of it. There is no alternative to Ourselves. There is no choice in determining rightness and wrongness. The totality of all That is creates the choicelessness with which we are.

The only way to realize this choicelessness is to betray the mind by destroying it. The ego must give way in order for That which is, to be realized. Sooner or later, it will occur on it's own. Some desire to place effort in MAKING it happen at their discretion.

Choicelessness will create the desired effects. Using the mind to understand the mind will create the effort needed to realise the Choicelessness of All That Is. Effort is it's own reward. Choicelessness is the end result no matter the route, but efforting creates the sensations so desired by the mind.

In sensation, the mind nutures and strengthens itself. The choice is made, contrary to All That Is, but still a part. Surrender yourself, not to the sensations of "reality", but to the choicelessness of All That Is.

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Egotistically Speaking...

Pride kills itself by efforts directed to the sole benefit of others. It cannot survive in an area where thoughts for others are greater than the desire for one's own survival, but on the other hand, desire ensures pride's growth.

We nurture our identities through the use of pride. We WANT others to notice our identities and to exclaim in glee 'How lovely!'. To that end, we becomes devious and crafty in all sorts of ways. Our identities deserve to be noticed, petted and coveted.

Identities make these sort of demands, but separating ourselves from the identity of ourself is sometimes confusing and obtuse. These aspects confuse us as to the separation of identity and its' owner and to make matters worse, identities have this wonderful side effect of producing emotive experience for our enjoyment. In other words, drugs for those who just cannot get enough.

Our identities give us a 'high' and when these identities get noticed and validated by others, we reach new states of existence. Or so it seems. While we are totally immersed within these 'highs' our capacity for seeing beyond the identity becomes nil. The identity becomes all that matters.

Breaking free of the emotive experience is not always easy, but once the road is undertaken, we find that 'reality' takes on a totally new look. It becomes not the playground for representations of ourselves, but becomes instead, the playground of infinite creative potential. Mysterious and wondrous by its' very nature.

Allowing Life to unfold allows one to enjoy Life to its' fullest potential. If all we see is pride in ourselves, then that potential becomes severely diminished. Life is a fantastic experience, why not experience its' fullness on its' own terms instead of experiencing it through the fullness of your own identity.

Egotistically speaking, dying is just another word for doing it right.

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Be Brave, Be Yourself

From religious beliefs to our own individual thoughts, realization is constantly used as a reminder that our embodiment in physical form contains meaning only within the framework of spirituality and even then, the form seems of little import. Wrapped within pictures, our existence takes a back seat to purposes which seem beyond our control. It is that control point which must be explored and understood. All that is beyond our control is ourselves. That is a very weird statement, but if you get the meaning of it, the weird becomes the flowering of realization.

You are defined by your thoughts and your actions. Without those crutches, the identity ceases to exist. The question becomes, to what extent will an individual go to ensure that their individuality remain firmly in place? What better way to explore that affirmation then to accept the identities of others to ensure the survivability of one's own?

Being and expressing who and what you are does not rest upon others. Quite the contrary. If you become afraid of yourself, how easy it becomes to avoid all else.

Courage can be defined as the action of being yourself in spite of attempts by others to have you do otherwise.

A brave heart shares its' glory by it's very presence.

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At The Pond... of Life

In the forest, there is said to exist a pond within which answers could be gazed upon and questions dissolved. It is said that the Gods were in good favor on that day of creation, when the pond was formed out of Eternity and came into existence. Qualities of Life were used to build this pond, and those who have approached this small body of water, have come away filled with something appearing quite strange and perplexing to those who have come into contact with the Seeker.

Life, evolving from moment to moment, captures the essence of all and reinvents itself eternally, but at the pond of Life, nothing evolves for the essence has already been captured and entombed within it. When a Spark of Creation encounters the Pond of Life, Eternity dances with new-found delight.

Occasionally, the animals of the forest venture past the foliage and discover the pond, hesitantly moving towards it's banks, feeling a deeper sense of peacefulness with each step that is taken. Some of the animals never return to the forest, while others return not the same.

From the pond, after drinking deeply of it's waters, fullness seems to remain, sparking a new-found understanding of what was forgotten. Loosing oneself in forgetfulness, the thirst for Life replenishes. Nothing is ever forgotten, nothing remains to remember. The blessed waters are eternally carried within us, all we need do is nothing.

Upon the waters of reflection, eternity seems to exist although unreal and imaginary. Closing one's eyes to dream, we live in other moments of time. Being here now, we cannot be as we immerse ourselves within the reflections and refuse to believe that what we don't see is not real.

Becoming free of the pond of Life, we realize that the imagination carries us away to places and moments beyond our control. Remembering, we return to our selves to discover nothing.

Sparks fly at the pond while the animals come and go. The door to reality is always busy.

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The Force Of Change

"You must BE the change you wish to see in the world." - Gandhi

Overcoming the world with our own imagination is a wonderful feat, but reality and illusion part company when it comes to changing ourselves for the better. Change within us changes existence, imagination changes nothing.

If you wish for wondrous abilities in which imagination toils, the world remains as dangerous, if not more so, than before. Running from fear, we hide from ourselves, pretending otherwise.

Grand ideas can do nothing without individual metamorphosis. From 'believing' to 'seeing', our world takes shape. When the location is reached whereby the individual remains as they are, then the world will surely follow. Grasping in desperation, the world becomes the lion in which we tremble with fright.

Don't feel the force. BE the force.

'Improving' the planet is wishful thinking when the individual is unfree. From the basis of certainty, the universe takes form.

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The Death of Life

Livingness creates problems for its' own resolution. There is nothing interesting or exotic about it. You live, you have problems, you find solutions and carry them out. Then, you do it all over again. Its' called the merry-go-round of life. Other versions exist, but are rarely sought.

Time floats and matter sinks. Sticking to matter we live and in so doing we die. In order to create a livingness environment we must become something and that something takes form and definition. It becomes matter. It becomes the body we call home.

Exteriorizing is a game enjoyed by many, but in reality it does not exist even though the promises made pretend otherwise. We are the body and have assumed definition because of it. The body is inseparable from who or what we really are.

Pretending to exteriorize, we find ourselves right back where we started. Comfy and warm, our house protects us from the elements of physicality. Home sweet home.

When our goals of livingness cease, our protection vanishes with little fanfare but we ensure that our book of memories continues to live on. In fact, we go to great pains to ensure the survivability of our diligence. Faithfully have we recorded history in the making.

Time floats within us as we seek avenues of exploration, sometimes in desperation and in other times a longing for the temporal experience we forever attempt to make real.

Life is not the time of experience, that is the time of forgetfulness. Life is the embodiment of eternity, expressing itself. When searching for experiential recordings a Kodak moment just will not do. What it requires is an emptiness that yearns for fulfillment. Life is like that. Empty and full of meaning.

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Alternate Realities

The religion of Scientology captured my interest at one time with its´ amazing ability to quantify and even redefine human behavior. This appearance was marketed within an illusionary atmosphere which preyed up certain yearnings within an individual. In spite of this, the religion does have its´ merits and the technology, even though far from complete, is workable to the extent of the desire individually nurtured.

Beliefs begin and end with ourselves and within that transition there is much room for maneuverability. Scientology is but one aspect on the road to truth, but ultimately, that road as well as all roads, must fail us. Freedom does not exist on the path of life, it exists in spite of it.

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Lost In A Dream

Lost in a world of reverie, what is it that we seek to learn and understand? Dreaming of days gone by, we slumber within ourselvs wondering about the meanings. Quietly we digress, lost in thought. Stirring ever so slightly, we see the edge of imagination and pull back in fright. Our slumber has enthralled us and captured our attention. Breaking free means little to those who wish for a sleepy day of rest.

Lost in shadows, we yearn to feast our eyes upon the light. Dreaming, we realize that the dream we live is the dream we make. Waking is not an option.

Slowly time fades and ever so slowly we realize that the forthcoming dawn is of our own choosing. Sleepily we arise casting the dreams of night away only to realize that the dreams had become reality along the way. Ever so slightly, we lift our eyes in search of the One who can help. Searching endlessly, we arrive at Ourselves, welcoming the new day with open arms.

Streaming from lifetime to lifetime, our hurried pace belies the fact of there being no place to hurry to. Fooling ourselves takes all of our efforts at eternity. Nothing can resist the changeless change of what we are.

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The Caress of Chance

As the changes of Life pass us by we look around us and wonder at the glory of Chance. But it is something much more than that.

Changes occur as they always do, with some inexplicable reason beyond our conscious control and many times conscious awareness. We play along each day and hope that today a new insight will be gained, a new understanding of something lost will become rejuvenated, that this new day will dawn as it has never before.

Alas, to no avail, the sun sets in its usual display of austerity only to dawn again with renewed vigor and lust for the coming hours of deceit. Our time comes and our time goes. Within it all, we take our chances.

Progression of events leads us to places we may not always agree with, but the road through creation was not built for our own personal pleasure. Following the heart in action, we sing our praise of glory.

Lighting the fire of ambition we sway while dancing in the light, at times stumbling with uncertain thoughts and actions. Follow the path, we hear the cry, only to ignore such sweet whisperings. What we have gained is never lost and the chance of uncertainty impossible to hold.

Nothing is left to chance, and so our environment moves with us, dancing in the light and sharing the caress of glory.

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Hallowed Halls

We walk the hallowed halls of our own imagination, forever seeking to remain quite enough to listen to the echoes of the cries in the night. Longingly, we envision a better life, and yet day to day, we endure our meager existence. Hope beyond hope, we relax into the clear vision of the best and the brightest. Changing channels, we explore infinity and find to our delight that we are not alone.

Listening to ourselves, we convince all those around us that life exists solely for our pleasure. "Freedom!" goes the cry, out somewhere in the peripheral darkness of our minds. Taking shape, we run in ecstasy knowing full well that the shadows hold the key to our frightened selves. Walking softly, we usher a new era into our lives only to find that somehow, it all seems so very familiar. Just above and beyond the mass of idle thoughts, we begin to develop the exposure so lovingly created.

Do you hear the echoes? Have you seen the call? Do the shadows reveal themselves to you in all of their wondrous glory? Living is all that it is meant to be, surviving is everything that it is hoped for, and yet we continue to deny ourselves by ensuring that others may live.

There is no life beyond our own. How it is that you treat yourself, is how others shall treat you. If you know it all, you will be found out. If you know nothing, alms appear at your feet. The knowledge of the ancients is already past, with the new replacing the old. neither will suffice. Neither grant the freedom in which we have fervently endowed with godliness. The Maker of All sees all, and you are it.

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Loving The World

The race is on to become free from the clutches of humanity with the ultimate prize going to those who are able to duplicate the efforts of those who have gone before. This ultimate prize of being one with the Self is nebulous and contradictory, but never-the-less an honorable one, but the idea of awakening is false as is the concept that once the Self is realized the person will be free for all time.

There is nothing to free anyone from and when this freedom is attained, there is nothing that says in the rule book that an individual could not do it all over gain. This can be a very scary thought for some.

The implication is that after many lifetimes of effort and diligence, the Self can be realized and Freedom will thereby be gained. Nothing could be further from the truth.

You are where you are today because that is where you are. You are quite free to go and become 'realized', the same holds true in it's opposite conception. You could be 'realized' and become just like the rest of us living the dream. What about those who give themselves up in order that others may live?

The Wonder of Life is simply beyond conceptualized words to describe. Living the dream, there is nothing that prevents you from becoming 'realized', for you already are.

You Breathe the Breath of Life and in bodily form that others can see, feel and touch. The experience of You remains as always.

Coming back to release the prisoners of your own imagination resolves what problem? Shall you awaken your puppets to set them free or will the Grand Purpose of Life resolves it's own condition?

'Letting go' is more than just an idle philosophers's dream. With effort, there is nothing that cannot be accomplished, and always is.

To the ends of the known universe, and beyond, the Cycle of Life plays out it's script. Are you holding on while you are being taken for the ride of your life?

Searching for the deeper meaning of Life and Love is a natural byproduct of All That Is. It cannot be denied in much the same way that life and love cannot be denied. The experience of experience provide the adrenaline rush of excitement. What fun!

The fun never ends, as does the suffering. Reaching beyond the mask of deception, the purpose eludes the meaning of depth and breath. It is here for the asking! Reach, and you discover the undiscoverable as being incomparable to your storehouse of knowledge. 'Letting go' enacts it's own revenge.

Loving the World, He gave it Life. That Life is You and Me. I rejoice in the knowing and suffer in the emptiness of desire. The revenge of Justice blinds us all and binds us in Freedom.

'Realization' has already occurred, how else would you be here? Can you not just Love the World as He does? Selfish desires and achievable states of existence surely conceal the Love that already exists within and without. Freeing yourself is the ultimate egotistical devotion. Free no one instead. Seek no thing and do no deed. In reality, you are the puppet and it is your imagination that 'builds character'.

Leave Creation to God and hear His Call. You are His favorite, how could He ever forsake You? Leave your character at His feet and behold the Light of Your Light. It shines as His own.

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Something Out Of Nothing

In the beginning there was nothing. Then, there was something. Now, everyone is confused about whether there is actually something there, or if in reality, there is nothing. Seeing something takes no great skill, but seeing nothing is another matter entirely. For there to be something, nothing must be acknowledged. The something of nothing is something to behold!

But in spite of there being nothing to see, something exists and no matter the amount of effort that is placed into seeking, it just will not be found. Nothing will be there because the something that is sought will always be somewhere else. Wandering to and fro we make nothing out of something and something out of nothing. Then, being totally confused about what the hell is going on, we resolve ourselves to HAVE something because, after all, something is better than nothing.

So here we are, enjoying something out of nothing and having nothing in which we call something. Ultimately, we call it Freedom, but in reality it is called just another something. Reaching states of nothingness we attain the something we have always wanted. Too bad we have to start all over again. Wouldn't that be something? :-)

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We Effort To Live

Within the Love that lurks within, is this where the land of Oz meets reality? Can Life extend it's wishes across all borders and boundaries. Does the beast of burden fall prey to neither.

Among the walking dead, the glow of life never diminishes and yet, alone and forgotten, we weep with desire for the hope that will never be. Amid the land of living, the love we seek can never be found. Ignored and abandoned, we seek in all manner of places and times. Never leaving, we relish our own glow.

Gazing upon the still waters of life, nothing moves. No thoughts, concerns or desires are ever given birth. It is the death of life and the beginning of wonderment. To become born is to die and yet dying renews the last hope once again. Evermore cries the long lost love from deep within. Stirring, the lands of life become green with our demonstration. In the movement, we learn that love is never ending and ever more.

Reaching, we grasp and hold dear to the dreams of reality knowing full well that in losing oneself we gain the death of life. Beyond both, love fills the air and permeates existence. Nothing else exists and in our yearning, we come to learn, and accept, the truth we most fear. The mirror allows us to see, ever failing to reflect the whole. Concentrating, we effort to live.

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We See What We See

There is the one who exists for all time, for all place, for each and every thought that passes through from conception to creation. There is the one who exists for no one and no thing. The one and only one can be none other than the stance from which the television remote control is utilized and abused. Changing constantly, the effects remain untouched. Reinventing the moment, nothing continues unfettered in it's role of stability. The one and the same remain neither for all time and all place, ever more. That which comes and goes, has never left and that which never leaves can only remain in it's original state of existence. Looking beyond the nose, we see our environment. Coloring our eyes of perception, what could reality actually be like? We will never know other by the experience which supports our preordained conclusions. We see what we see and nothing else.

Beyond this, nothing exists. Beyond this, we die and in death Life embraces us and confines us. The choice is ours, either we follow destiny, or destiny creates the choice. Either way, we win and by losing ourselves we lose the life we lead. In death can there be another life?

Evermore cried the voice, masked behind the deafening roar of ourselves. Laughing, we realize that we are our own best joke.

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Dream Well

Immortality survives by it's very nature of existence. When words become concepts, glossed over by modern day journalistic pride, the concepts become once again words with the difference being that they are now hollow.

Flows of thought rambling through convoluted statements hypnotize the reader into understanding nothing but the loss of time. The art of understanding is no more.

Wending it's way to and for, the thoughts which seek an avenue of expression finds itself immersed within illusion and shadowy forms of substance which remains suppressed and hidden. The new age of understanding is the new age of illusion.

Look around you and see where you have arrived. Enjoy your stay but please remember that there are rules in which you must abide. Understanding is not restricted to the elite, educated or well-to-do. It is strictly reserved for the few who lead the band marching down the main street of this planet.

Wonderland is beneath your feet while your head is above the clouds. The spectacles you see are the reflection of your dreams.

Dream well my friend, for the awakening will surely come to rouse the weary from their slumbering illusion called living.

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Many Are The Paths

There are many paths which are available to the individual in their quest of 'seeking'. Which one is the best? Which should be avoided? How does one know if the path choosen will be the correct one?

Questions, in their very nature, are designed to confuse and introvert us in seeking answers from the mind, but these questions are irrelevent. The best path for the individual to choose is the one which contains the most interest. When the interest runs out, the path comes to a close, but the funny part about paths is that there are always many more in which to choose.

The yearning we feel is the seeking we undertake. Once the yearning is overcome, the seeking falls away as well. All paths become the same.

It does not matter which path you choose in your quest for answers, nor does it matter the question you hold so dear to your heart. Activity is defined as effort exerted in the process of goal acquisition. The goal and effort varies with each individual, but what never changes is the one who directs all of the above activites.

Finding the motivator, we find find ourselves. The path trodden leaves it's mark for others. Walk softly and discover for yourself that you are nothing that can be experienced.

In looking for experience the seeking comes alive with a life of it's own.

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You Can Come Out Now

Do you smell it in the air? There is a change coming and the wind is heavily scented with it. Nations rise and fall on the fragrance and universes tremble from it's effects. There is a time and a place for everything, can this be the time? Can this be the place where definition and purpose become our new reality?

As the storm approaches and reveals a promise of what is to come, do we prepare ourselves for our fears? Without victory, defeat cannot survive and yet with defeat we claim our victory. To the ends of the Earth we seek dominion only to find that that dominion is something which we already carry within ourselves. The promise of revelation is revelatory indeed!

As we play hide and seek please remember that the game does not end until all are found, or until the finder proclaims his loss. You can come out now.

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Exercising Our Right of Existence

Lost in a world, where shadows rule, where does one find peace and tranquility? As the shadows move from place to place, shimmering in their noble earnestness, where is the light to draw back the curtain of fate? Seeing what the eyes behold, can interpretation be far behind?

Nothing exists like our own imagination, daring us to believe at every turn. Seeking we always find, pretending not to notice our creations. Shadows give us form and depth of character, without which, we are nothing. Our survival depends upon the depth and breath of character, without which the shadows become us.

In fact, the shadows are us, flittering here and there with existence of our own choosing. Nothing escapes the celebration of life, for we celebrate God's glory each and every day. Reality escapes us, so we seek to become one with it, never noticing that the One is nothing but.

Running is good exercise.

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Hearing The Call

The time of now, the want of now,
Nothing stands in it's way.
Revealing itself, it becomes itself,
Never modifying it's stance of diminutive superiority.

Time stands still in it's worship of All.
The all of All embraces all.
Nothing remains in which to live,
Nothing remains in which to recede from.

Here and Now the essence of All,
Seeks it's victim in quiet solitude.
Fear not as the fear vanquishes the eyes,
Of truth and deception in which we are bound.

Inward it flows and ebbs with our tides,
Of mortality and everlasting freedom.
Seek not as it has already overtaken you,
Fear not, as you have never lived anyway.

Stressing the dream of bonds and bounds,
Seeking the way can never be.
Out of the sleepiness arises the demon,
To destroy our most cherished thoughts.

Hearing the call, the children continue to play.
Heedless and needless of such devotion,
All the while crying in despair,
Nothing is as it should be!

The Grace of God lights the way,
And all about you it shine reflects.
Seek the light and waylay the dream,
As emotions rise and fall in perpetuity.

Seek the light before destruction reigns,
For when it arrives your world becomes not.
Either way your destiny,
Shall overtake you, like it or not.

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Escape Is Not An Option

There are always turning points in our existence. They can range from a minor change in thought, to life changing experiences, but always they appear suddenly and without warning - or so it appears. Knowledge contains many components in which it's makeup takes refuge. In this refuge, we must deny the sight in which we have already been blessed. Blinded, we sometimes seek the turning points in our lives. We may even find relief in them.

The knowledge of turning points requires a futuristic approach. They are always in the future, awaiting the proper preparation and solicitousness of attitude. Possible futures always exist, as does the shake up of our own universes, but why wait? Why wait for some future imaginings when the future can be had at any time you so desire. Change is not exterior to yourself even though we may fool ourselves into believing otherwise.

Change comes from within and in that change the wave of alteration escapes our universe and seeks it's target through all time and space. Arriving, it's impact takes hold of us and throws us a curve. Change rearranges our universe into something unimagined, or so we believe.

Looking for outside influences to encourage shifts of awareness within yourself is misplaced attention. Nothing and no one can cause that shift within yourself, only you can. It may appear otherwise, but change can only come from within. You are the embodiment of change itself, why make less of it by pretending otherwise. Who is it that you wish to fool.

Escaping ourselves, we see ourselves for who and what we really are. No change occurs and yet the very fabric of time and space are torn apart in the understanding that is to come. What happens when you recognize the entirety of existence as your very own universe? Where could you possibly escape to then?

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Points Of Power

There is the quietness of emptiness, a peacefullness that creates a tranquility of no-effort. Within that effortless embodiment, nothing moves, nothing rejoices, no demands are given or received. There is no bliss, there is no pain. All that exists is a quiet solitude that is all existence.

Pick a time and place and it becomes real. Feel an emotion and it manifests itself. Create a point of view and life suddenly becomes very different. Riding the emanations of life, it cushions the blow of existence.

Assemblage points determine our reality, but in fact 'reality' neither exists nor is created.

Life has a purpose, but the purpose fails in it's effort of survival.

Death is neither the friend nor the foe in which we seek solitude. Rejoicing in emptiness our whispers reverberate ourselves through time and space, many times becoming lost within the pools of Life.

Energy can be given and taken, but of itself, it has no existence. Trading our collections we feel at ease within the comfort of having what we seek. The warriors path knows no comfort other than the ruthlessness of intent. Strangely, our worst enemy is the most comforting.

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Just Be YourSelf

All the religious theories and doctrines in the world could never replace the emptiness that is felt within. That emptiness can never be denied and in the same breath we seek fulfillment by whatever strikes our fancy. To be empty requires the search of fulfillment and vice-versa. Is it not better to just accept All That Is?

Being something is almost a requirement of existence, but this is not really so. Being yourSelf can, at times, seem to be an almost impossible task, but what better task could possible exist in this universe of hopes and dreams? Perseverance is all that it takes, along with the knowing that seeking answers contradicts the ultimate goal of realizing our true nature. There is no miracle 'cure'. All it takes is a willingness to separate ourselves from the illusions we put before us.

You are not who or what you 'think' you are. Why not just give it a try and see. Just be yourSelf and come to realize that the wonder of being is the most holy crusade ever achieved.

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Gates of Wonder

We stand before the doors of heaven, scratching our heads in bewilderment, wondering how on Earth we managed to pull off such a feat as to get a ticket into seeing the Big Guy. Our life was not perfect. We dabbled in worthless activity drawing rewards wherever we could, justifying ourselves by feeling lightheaded once the nectar had been devoured. We were born in sin, lived a life of sin, yet here we are, at the Gates of Eternity.

Religion, in it's multifaceted varieties, expounds upon and delivers a detailed, in-depth discussion of the here-after along with it's many ways of achievement.. But above it all, it must first be demonstrated that the understanding and acceptance of those with ecclesiastical "authority" are acknowledged and more importantly worshipped in and of themselves. God's representation stands before the laity and must be evaluated with a clear and truthful-like manner. All in comparison to the edicts of ecclesiastical authority of course.

Religious worship, in whatever form, is acceptable worship. The same could be said of the worship of alternative theosophies. No matter the route taken, the end result will be same for those that wish it.

A life of sin will not dissolve the bearer of light.

A life of sin will erode the journeyman's progress.

When next you stand before the Gates of Choice, wonder not the "why", but wonder of the ease with which you have arrived. The Choice of Justice is not one of effort, but of ease. The Taskmaster requires otherwise from those who are of need.

Needing is not wanting. Wanting is not arriving. Arriving is the journey, while the destination sits neglected.

As we become rooted in wonderment, you may find that the wonder exists as well in those who surround us, but are never seen.

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Enslaving Ourselves To Freedom

Freedom exists for the benefit of those who have become enslaved by their own wishes. "Ask and ye shall receive." is a timeless axiomatic way of Life.

Enslavement partakes of entrapment in terms of definition and purpose. There is no where to go, so what better way to create "the way" than to lie about it?

The only discovery that Man will ever make is the discovery of thought. Thinking will make it so. This is stated within the confines of neither embellished thought nor desire based upon imagination.

Directions are created as road maps to heaven knows where. It is not the road that is important, it is the dreams we have along the way. Traveling without moving, the world moves as we see fit. Look at your surroundings and see for yourself the kind of world you have created for yourself.

The existence of thought carries with it the responsibility of nothing. There is no such thing as ethics. Carrying the burden of responsibility we enforce rules of conduct to ensure that the dreams become ever more ´real´. It would not exist otherwise.

By effort alone we create the desire of existence. Desire is merely our imagination in action and always occurs in the future and remains as the goal which we so strenuously ´work´ towards. How funny!

The duality of spiritual freedom is non-existent, appearing only in the minds of those who are dreaming the dream call ´Life´. Postulating our futures, we enslave ourselves. Remembering our past, we chain ourselves to other times and places, all to no avail. A moment in time stretches to fill all time. Have you forgotten so easily?

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Let's Pretend

With the quiet expectation of what is sure to come, we await our final destiny. Longing for the future, time passes. Waiting, we wait until we are fulfilled. Experiencing the joy of life, we surrender ourselves unto the darkness that is required so that the day make live. Struggling to free ourselves, we undertake desire and rest in the knowledge that all will be well.

Fleeting glimpses of the beyond, we suddenly awake to the thought that something may indeed exist 'out there'. With force of might, we pry our sleepy eyes open so that the light may burn what is within. Resisting, we become tangled in the web of our own choosing. Waiting, we allow time to come and go, measuring the distance with precision in the knowledge that the end is sure to come. In our preparations for death, we deny the life that surrounds us.

Time exists for our pleasure as does the desire in which we place our hopes. The pleasure of desire completes the circle and so leaves the mind behind. Escaping, we find that what we have been told is a lie. Escaping, we find that all that we have experienced is nothing but emptiness itself. Above and beyond become the falsity of thinking and states of achievement as hollow as ourselves. There is nothing to be found within and nothing to be found without. All that is to be found is nothing itself.

But we can pretend otherwise.

And in that pretension lies the joy of life, the wonder of being and the beauty of all those around us. Everlasting and never ending we become the embodiment of God itself and Dance to the tune of Creation swaying to and fro with joy in our heart as we watch that very same joy fulfill itself in others. Freedom, what grandeur, what joy, what a delight to behold!

It is within that spirit that all beckon to you and entice you further along your spiritual self discovery. Enticing you ever onward by singing the song of rapture. Pulling the heart string, you follow effortlessly beckoning to those around you, 'Come, come!'. Drawing yourself to the end of time, you relish the release of your binds. Arriving, you finally gather the courage to look at your binds only to discover that they were ever non-existent. What joy is beheld in the struggle of humanity, what joy is beheld in the race against time.

As you relay the message that illusion binds our reality, you remember the words of another who spoke the very same. Understanding, you move along and seek those who reside a hair's breath from Eternity and begin your song. Hearing yourself sing, you can only catch a glimpse of the times gone by, and the Love of the Universe remains ever strong within your heart. Flowing like a river, you let it wash over Eternity and beyond.

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May I Watch

Pools of light, pools of laughter, in all pools there exist the exact same quality of determination. Gazing, we weep with joy at the sight we behold. Enraptured and cloaked within our desires, we never blink.

Time passes us by as the number of souls clustered increases. Welcome to the universe of your desire where everything becomes what you have always wished for. How long have you gazed within your unbroken trance, where might is only counted in the mass of numbers. Sooner or later you must break the rapturous embrace and lead the life which you call your very own. Could it be otherwise possible while captured within your unbreakable intent?

Determination is what brought you here, determination is what will set you free, but it is not the determination of gazing at your own reflection that will do the trick. All that you must do to cease your intent is to simply decide to reign in your unstoppable contraction of space. Believe it or not, the object of your gaze is not the entirety of interest. There are other interests and more importantly, there are other beings.

Clearing technology opens doors. It can momentarily distract you from your clear intent just enough to create the space in which you may willfully decide to gaze, or not gaze, elsewhere or nowhere. There is also the possibility that the subject itself will become your new pool of interest.

Chanting words and phrasing may help to alleviate the inability to break free, but this is in appearance only. Words and phrases will never set you free from your pool and pools of interest. The price which you must pay for the freedom of intent is to create and build upon the foundation of what is true for you. Truth, as the basis of operation, is the only way in which a being may become free of themselves. Appearances will not.

From truth, there is no need of assurances, no desire for acceptance and no freedom large enough to contain it. There are many paths and many ways. Choose, but please make that choice as your own and not one of appearances.

Away from your captivation, away from your clear intent, there lies the truth about you. This is only something in which only you alone may journey toward and through. Discovering yourself for the first time is always a thrill to behold. May I watch?

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See What Is Sought

A fleeting glimpse of some long forgotten poetic insight, trembling with delight, it opens and reveals itself from an altered state of reality in which we understand very little, if at all. Comprehension resolves slowly as the thoughts dwindle in despair of becoming assimilated and living within the host of dreams. Encouraging the outward gaze, we reflect upon the reflection and come to know that nothing exists out there for our enjoyment. Confident in the new-found knowledge of understanding, realization begins to melt the icy interior and unmasks the robber of all time and place. Devilish in the glee of awakening, the eyes open as if for the first time.

Passing generational manuscripts in the teachings of that which never changes, the basic principals underlie all that is done and thought. From thinking to creation, the steps ascertain the next move with scarcely any attention at all. Things happen unto themselves for reasons only that which makes the happening happen, can fully understand. Comprehension seems to be left out of the evolutionary scale of justice. Where the thoughts go, the mind is sure to follow and in the destructive wake of it's movements, all hell breaks loose.

Releasing the hard fought gains in which the treasure of imagination takes hold, freedom comes in the night as a thief on silent step, stealing the pillows of comfort on which rests our entire existence, real and imagined. Waking from sleep can be startling indeed!

There is a road down the path of which mankind stumbles and falls and stumbles over and over. It stretches to infinity and beyond and yet to reach it's end, all that must be done is to unlock the door which always seems to reside right before the eyes of deception. Seeing what is sought is not seeing at all.

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Taking Root

A hope, a dream, a far away place, where are the souls in which the turning of life take refuge. From where does the communication so eagerly sought, find a new home in which to blossom and bear the fruit of understanding. Alone in the mist of ignorance, the appearance takes form and is exposed by the of knowledge. The time of thought remain steadfast in it's place at the door step, will the welcoming ever come?

Entering the abode, does the shell remain the outer skin of appearance and serve to hide the occupants within. Gathering, the basis of existence solidifies and out of the storm of pleasure a new found life becomes unveiled before the eyes of deception. Exposing the essence, the chameleon changes form and texture. Coloring our world, sight returns it once again. Coming home is always a celebratory affair.

Step by step effort arises and falls in the cycle of our confusion and search. Never finding what we have hidden, the complexities of life are born. Parents take pride in the birthing and watch in delight as motion takes flight in fanciful dress, elaborate and comely, the pleasure become fulfilled. Walking the line of forgetfulness, we remember.

From sweet sorrows to calming billows of solitude, enlightenment overtakes the slumbering giant lurking and stalking us at every turn. Falling, we remain as we are. Ever changing by staying the same. Where is the upward developmental push when up is everywhere that perception becomes. There is no place like home and so there never is. The shell we carry reminds of us of days gone by, and as the days go by, so do we. Running ahead of ourselves we find what we have left behind. Leaving a trail in to the darkness, we follow in the hopes of catching even one small glimpse of our reflection. Gazing, we see the eternal reflection and fill ourselves with ourselves. Could there be anything else in which to take root and grow?

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Getting Past The Intellectual Mind

(In response to event sychronicity:)
"Rubert's state of mind was in correspondence with your own state of mind, even as you are in some kind of correspondence with your old environment, so in these cases you have a free flow of information at other levels.

Now when you understand that intellectually, then the intellect can take it for granted that its own information is not all the information you possess. It can realize that its own knowledge represents the tip of the iceberg. As you apply that realization to your life you begin to realize furthermore that in practical terms you are indeed supported by a greater body of knowledge than you consciously realise, and by the magical, spontaneous formation of action that forms your existence. The intellect can then realise that it does no have to go it all alone: Everything does not have to be reasoned out, even to be understood." (The Magical Approach, Seth Speaks About The Art of Creative Living, by Jane Roberts)

Affinity contains the potential to change the universe as we know it. Love of something captures us, while love itself will never create the freedom we seek, but will only exist in it's infinite capacity to reflect our true nature.

Truly the universe trembles with delight in our existence.

Once the intellect ceases to be the foe we seek, gladly will it allow the understanding of that which cannot be understood.

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Me Mortal - Who You?

Becoming "realized" is meant to convey the idea of loosing oneself, not within self-identification, but with All That Is. This is a concept which is not only foreign to our body-mind mechanisms, but is unfathomable by our conscious selves.

Believe it or not, we are already realized. Further more, you already know this and understand it completely. What Is cannot be otherwise. So what is all the fuss about in trying to uncover some lost aspects of Ourselves? There is nothing lost and there is nothing to find. These are merely concepts for mind self-aggrandizement.

We are the eyes of God, seeing what it is that God has set forth for us to "discover". Where shall you go and what shall you do in order to complete your task?

Seeing and seeking are the principal goals of self-delusion, but who or what are we really fooling? Ourselves.

Discovering the inner drives which mysteriously moves us is useless. Discover all you wish, the results remain as they were. Nothing has changed but the self-identification. We confuse Ourselves with the perception. Seeing brings about a balancing, which creates. We create the world we perceive.

What kind of world do you live in?

Knowledge is power over non-knowledge. Perception is power of not-seeing. The one problem with this is that power is the dream maker´s friend. It contains no other value.

As a spark of God, we create our own individual existence. Our surroundings reflect our identity. These concepts fail when it comes to realizing Our very Essence, which in itself, cannot be described. Totality cannot exist defined. What is defined does not exist. What exists can be experienced and understood.

Throwing away our tools of creation inhibits Totality of Existence. In either case, what remains is what cannot be denied.

Letting go of our creations is the hardest part of growing up.

When we identity with our toys, we loose Ourselves.

We loose Ourselves in the identification of our creations. So proud are we, to create as God creates. Fallen we become, as the mortals who walk the Earth.

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Escape

Reaching toward the unknown, what stops you from achieving your splendor, other than yourself. Efforting is in the band of desire in which we all walk the walk of life. There is no escape from ourselves.

The prison planet theory holds true in this regard. From implants to impulses we radiate glee boundlessly. Escape can only be attained when one has immersed oneself within the bonds of dreams. Shattering these, will we wake?

There is no turning back from the sway of desire just as there is no escape from our thoughts. Thoughts create the life we live and the life around us demonstrates our thoughts in action. Upon the movie screen, we see ourselves playing the cherished role we so desire.

Escaping, we find ourselves right back where we started.

Shall we do it all over again? Again.

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Personal Gain

This from Carlos Castaneda's "The Power Of Silence:
"Malicious acts are performed by people for personal gain," he said. "Sorcerers, though, have an ulterior purpose for their acts, which has nothing to do with personal gain. The fact that they enjoy their acts does not count as gain. Rather, it is a condition of their character. The average man acts only if there is the chance for profit. Warriors say they act not for profit but for spirit."

Look around you and begin to notice the reasoning behind the actions of those who you have brought near. Purposeful activity reveals insight into the nature and form of the Dance of Life. The Warrior's way lies in the understanding of the complexities of life while revealing the simplistic undercurrents of itself in action. Using that understanding, anything is possible.

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Growing Up Can Be Hard To Do

No where can there be seen the image of oneself. We are not the things we perceive, at least this is the conceptual understanding we strive for. Wishing does make it so, and so we constantly wish that our dreams will become fulfilled and thereby enable us to gain our freedom through the complete acceptance of those dreams. Nothing dreams and nothing sleeps. Within this playing field anything is possible and nothing survives to see it through.

Based upon our understanding we develop a sense of perception quite limited and all encompassing. This perception becomes our world, both externally and internally. We immerse ourselves within these perceptions and play quite happily until the purpose of perception becomes undeniable. We are not what we appear to be, even though our enormous efforts are expended unceasingly to create the reality. Playing with our toys, we find comfort and enjoyment.

Growing up can be hard to do.

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yourSelf

Seeking we become lost in a world without end, where our thoughts allows us to ponder to and fro in the continual search for existence. Watching, we patiently await our rewards, comfortable in the knowledge of what has come to pass. Friendly in respect of our wishes, we deliver the goods of expectation and unwrapping ourselves from what we perceive we glow in awe at the wonder of being.

Seeking we find along with the expectation that compels us to act out the fears we have come to appreciate as the traveling partners we have surrounded ourselves with. Breaking free and running for home, nothing changes. In Becoming, we Became. Why else do we seek and yearn understanding and eventual 'enlightenment'?

Nothing traps us like ourselves. Nothing frees us as well or as completely as we do ourselves. The truth is a created truth, existing solely for our own benefit. There is not Truth, there is no lost Knowledge to be found, uncovered or even revealed.

You are complete. Perceiving, you reveal yourself in all of your splendor. Radiating beauty and returning to rest, you are like no other, for all others are you.

Trampling upon the Earth in search of yourself brings peace as well as sorrow. Beyond these, lies the neutrality of Nothingness. Come to believe and it is so. Nothing else matters.

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Window Shopping

Walking through Life, we seek the immediacy of experience. When it comes to emotive stimulus, the time of now exists like no other. We want it and we want it bad. Seeking this, we are willing to create any effect, any effect at all, in order that our rewards are not denied us. It seems as if we are not whole unless we do so.

The reward is, of course, a shallow one, but this is quickly forgotten as the next reward is already ´in the works´. Never do we sit idly by, waiting. We cause our effects and determine that those effects come from something beyond ourselves. Eagerly, our desire of participation exceeds all else.

Trapping ourselves we seek release by creating duration in order to completely empty the experience. Draining it, we wonder at the glory of everlasting existence, and so we continue in our quest of fulfillment.

You are where you started and all the so-called ´experience´ creates an appearance of duration which just does not exist. Spinning our wheels, we make progress against the backdrop of our perception. We have come to believe and have been saved. We have saved ourselves from our own thoughts.

Reality, in essence, are those thoughts, and escaping from the pictures you create is not only silly, but unworkable. From one picture to the next, from one movie to the next, the plot varies little. Demonstrating ourselves to ourselves is the only way we can be sure that we exist.

How long will you fixate on the mirror, reveling in your own presence. "I have become a shadow of my former self" has now become "I have become the reflection. This is ´I´.

Escape while you can, play with your toys while you have interest. All in all, there is no place like home, and no experience like your own. :-)

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The Clothes We Wear

Sometimes, there comes a defining moment in each person's life where they can say "THAT" is the point where everything changed for me, "THAT" is the 'why' of all that I am and exist for, "THAT" is the 'reason'.

'THAT' can be anything and can range from a simple off-the-cuff joke, to some deep insight into some spiritual aspect of ourselves. In all cases 'THAT' is the moment of conception. We are reborn each and every time we encounter a 'THAT'.

Without a pocket full of reasons what are we left with? Nothing, and THAT is the THAT to encompass all other THATs. Wow.

Beyond reason, beyond hope, there lies an existence that becomes subject to nothing but one's own whims and desires. This is true today, as it was at any other time. Changing desires changes nothing. We remain as we were and are, but getting through the clown outfit is another story. :-)

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Keeping The Dream Alive

I´m not prone to playing the quotation game and prefer the approach of relating from my own experience and knowledge, so the following, even though the concepts are obviously not new nor original, are entirely my own thoughts on "Keeping The Dream Alive".

The dream I am talking about is spiritual freedom. It is not the dream of a perceived all powerful presence in the universe that can do anything from moving ashtrays to destroying worlds - this is not spiritual freedom, but only a demonstration of desire. The freedom I am referring to is freedom of desire - whatever that personally means to you.

Freedom requires us to withhold ourselves and keep ourselves bound by whatever means we deem to be best for the individuality we call ´I´. How else is freedom to be obtained if not from a standpoint of slavery.

Keeping the dream alive requires us to continue on our path of exploration of uncovering those bonds and thereby gaining the long sought state of ´freedom´. How do you tell if you are on the right bridge to freedom? Simply by asking yourself if the ´real you´ is truly happy. This is kind of a trick question because sometimes people get wrapped up in other people thoughts and wishes and finding the ´real you´ becomes almost impossible. It would be best to ask this question of yourself in a time of peace and quietude.

If the answer is "yes", then you already know about spiritual freedom and that no one can give it to you. You already know that spiritual freedom comes from within and magically imparts itself on those around you. Congratulations!

If, on the other hand, you find that your ´real´ happiness is not quite what it should be, well then, maybe it is time for you to start taking a look at things in a new way. Things are not improving the way they are, perhaps a change, or ´shift´ of attitude is required.

Keeping the dream alive can become burdensome, especially when we overload ourselves with more than enough chains, just so that we will REALLY come to enjoy our freedom - when it comes, and that is the key phrase, ´when it comes´.

Believe it or not, it is already here, and available for your enjoyment. I am not talking about one particular philosophy, religion or way of thinking. I am talking about your desire. That same desire when it is misapplied towards ´making money´, or ´being the best´ becomes uplifting and spiritually moving. Moving is good, because if you were not moving, your chains would require you to seek physical rewards again and again, each time utterly failing in the end. Death settles all scores, or so they say. It settles nothing when it comes to the spirituality that you encompass.

From Scientology, Idenics, UCP, self clearing, all the way to ´mainstream´ religions, they all open doors. The choice is yours because it really doesn´t matter which door you open. The importance lies in your desire to ´outlive´ your own created self-importance. You already know ´you´ as a spiritually alive being. You also know yourself as the good Citizen, going about the required daily routine, performing the required daily tasks and enjoying the required ´time off´.

Why not make a spiritual move and keep the dream alive. The nice thing about the dream is that it can be obtained. You already have the opposite. What´s stopping you?

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Looking Is Not The Problem

The knock at the door of our only escape wakes us in the need to respond, reject and deny all in the same breath. What lies ahead lies within the desire of imagination. We seek solace in words and ideas. The sounds of hope capture our ears and we listen with glee, knowing that our escape is certain.

Certainty does not exist, nor does the imagination we hold so dear. Looking beyond the sights we have created, nothing exists so we fill in the blanks, for surely the emptiness must become fulfilled. Stratching, our eminations grow to encompass the entirety of existence, from the present heading in both directions with purpose.

Therein lies the problem we seem to so despirately seek to resolve. Demonstrating ourselves to ourselves, we see, but the sight of truth prevails not. If it were to prevail, we would surely die.

Logical deductions and introspective reasoning, fate decides our destiny. What more could we do?

Our aimless course through time resolves to here and now, only to be ignored in the hope of the future. Looking is not the problem.

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At The Circus

We face our own challenges, we learn to see our own mistakes, we strive to be all that we have imagined for ourselves. Creating the circus atmosphere, we breath deeply of the fun and excitement only to realize that our feelings, thoughts and desires are one and the same, all rooted in the same void we call home.

Leaving the comforts of our environment is rarely contemplated and even less imagined is existence without the boundaries of our own existence. Thoughts escape freely, but little else.

Reading the mind of Man, life is not to be enjoyed, lived or even endured. Existence requires us to be the stage actor, in full dress, constantly rehearsing and fine tuning our performance in perpetuity. The play must go on!

Seeing the demonstration of ourselves in everything we do, from the confluence of our destiny to the loneliness of our individuality, we weep with joy knowing that the bounds we break are the bounds we take. Seeking is the chain of hope and knowing is the destruction of non-existence.

Within ourselves we see. There is nothing else even when faced with our own imagination. Awake or in slumber we remain, flowing the same each and every new day.

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We Face Our Own Challenges

We face our own challenges, we learn to see our own mistakes, we strive to be all that we have imagined for ourselves. Creating the circus atmosphere, we breath deeply of the fun and excitement only to realize that our feelings, thoughts and desires are one and the same, all rooted in the same void we call home.

Leaving the comforts of our environment is rarely contemplated and even less imagined is existence without the boundaries of our own existence. Thoughts escape freely, but little else.

Reading the mind of Man, life is not to be enjoyed, lived or even endured. Existence requires us to be the stage actor, in full dress, constantly rehearsing and fine tuning our performance in perpetuity. The play must go on!

Seeing the demonstration of ourselves in everything we do, from the confluence of our destiny to the loneliness of our individuality, we weep with joy knowing that the bounds we break are the bounds we take. Seeking is the chain of hope and knowing is the destruction of non-existence.

Within ourselves we see. There is nothing else even when faced with our own imagination. Awake or in slumber we remain, flowing the same each and every new day.

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So, Where Does It All Leave Us Today?

Striving for some imagined goal, seeking to fulfill ourselves, we scurry to and fro busying ourselves to avoid Ourselves. The mind captures our attention and holds it as if it's life depended upon it, which of course, it does. The Seeker seeks answers to the thoughts that just never seem to go away. No matter the answer received, the void remains. Sacrifice is the only solution.

Sacrificing your mind in order to attain that which you really desire is the only way to capture the flag of attainment. Neither, in fact, exist, but appear to be so as visual aids. What better way to waylay the mind's insistent ramblings then to give it something to chew on?

The nature of Divinity ceaselessly remains unchanging and unchanged. Upon this backdrop the ghosts of reality appear to float back and forth in purposeful activity. Is this the reality in which we find ourselves. It is the reality of the dreamer but not of that which brought forth the dream material. The underlying substratum of existence is the Divinity of You. There can be no other.

Resting in the arms of Love, what more could there be to Life itself? Nothing is the only answer formed out of the abyss. Climbing out of the Abyss, with extreme effort, we find ourselves. Lost have we become in the search. All that is lost is the acceptance that nothing exists, nothing is born, nothing dies. Can we really fool ourselves? The answer is, of course not.

How is it that we place blinders on ourselves to avoid the Abyss of Love? The only answer that comes is Love. For Love we become images of Ourselves and joyously dance in the Creation and then Rest. Beyond the finite mind experience and emotion do not exist. As a matter of fact, nothing exists. Getting these concepts understood by the mind is futile, and to the degree of this understanding demonstrates how Man walks the Earth.

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The Urge To Survive

The survival urge is one which can overcome each and every one of us, if we allow it. That urge is the result of the mind being granted the right of domination over us. It takes well to these sorts of challenges.

Surviving is a polarity and belongs in the same refuse tin as succumbing. Both are choices that lead to roads of hardship, pain and sorrow. It's true, happiness is one of those roads as well, but without it's polarity, it cannot exist. In this way, you gladly accept pain in order to smile.

The circle of Life leads us to where we first began. Breaking that circle requires that Life, as you know it, to be destroyed, along with the hopes and dreams of a better future. Are you ready to give up your happiness? If not, pain enjoyment will bring you your rewards.

Releasing yourself from the pain of happiness frees you from your cycle of Death and Life. The only time that exists is right now. Let the rest be as it is and you will surely prosper in ways unfathomable to the mind of emotion. Nothing exists but yourself, all you see is you. The beauty of creation is unsurpassed. I bow to the Beauty and Grace that is You.

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I Exist

There is no other time than the present to determine one's own future, if that is the word that would describe how one's creations influence our outlook. Reaching beyond the stars means little when our own personal reach falters to a large degree and misses the mark of success.

Our actions and reactions determine the future, but nothing exists in the present scope of attention. That nothingness is home to our most prized and cherished possession, the identity we call 'I'.

I exist, therefore I am. I came, I saw, I conquered. The land of adventure lies within us as we explore our surroundings with new-found glee and with the utmost attention and inspection. We see ourselves in our surroundings and lo and behold, we interpret ourselves to be.

Beyond the reality of imagination lies the door to our most guarded secrets. Shall you open it or is it best to let it open itself?

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The Urge of Freedom

Have you ever believed something so hard as to actually not even remember that you willed yourself to believe it in the first place? Have you ever suddenly, out of the blue, just remembered a decision that you made and realized that you had become the total effect of that decision to such an extent that you even forget the decision that created it in the first place? There are two states of existence involved here. One is to become the total effect of your conceptualizations and the other is break free of them.

Becoming the effect of one of your decisions, and then making another decision and becoming the effect of that one is similar to the idea of the make-up of an onion. Layers upon layers of decisions are made. Perhaps now you can see why resolving a decision on an outer layer will never resolve the decision that was made on the inner. In the search for the innermost prize, in the research for resolving and peeling away layers upon layers of decisions, the decision that is being addressed is that of freedom. Once the onion has been dissected, nothing remains. Or does it?

What is left is the basis for decision-making potential. It could be called the 'thetan', the 'individual' or even the 'spirit'. Whatever name comes to be attached, through whatever decisions it creates the world with, the core remains nameless, faceless and unattached. There is no life, no destiny and no power of conviction within it. All that there is, is a potential that the created mind can never seem to quite grasp. The core is beyond any layer of decision and the only way of understanding it is to allow yourself a glimpse of who and what you really are. It is called the Urge of Freedom.

The Urge of Freedom is the basis of this universe and any other. Of course, so many other concepts are the basis of this universe and all others, but this does not lessen each one's importance. The drive, or urge, to be free is what drives us mad with desire. The desire of freedom is a natural consequence of the decision making process. All creations tend to subject themselves to degradation and eventual dissolution. You might call it the Law of One. You don't even have to think about it, it just happens no matter what you do about it.

Belaying that degradation consumes those who refuse to believe. It is called the survival instinct. No one is immune to survival. Everyone, though, can control the underlying instinct and those that do become the shining beacons, marking the way home. Of course, there are also those who take consumption to new exploratory heights. Consuming oneself, and thereby burning with desire, requires that the fire be fed and the energy consumed must come from somewhere. That somewhere is you and me.

Consuming is the path of Darkness because it ingests all and leaves nothing behind. It is the fight for survival gone bad, taking consumption to totally new and unknown fields of exploration. In this way, you can be assured that you will be consumed. It will occur sooner or later. Nothing will stop your destruction. Absolutely nothing.

That is the path of Darkness.

There is also the path of Light. This is the path where realization occurs, where the unknown becomes known and where affinity is constantly created and joyously released whenever and whereever we go. This lighter side, so called because the energy signature is extended with a LOT of empty space (hint hint), recognizes the necessity for the alternate way of existence and of it's requirement in the role of Life. This is the path of knowledge and of understanding, of gratitude and of carefree play. It is the path of freedom where the bounds of your creation is Infinity itself. There is no end and it can never be terminated because it is inherent in everything we see, do and touch.

The paths are not mutually exclusive nor is one higher in purpose, or 'better' than another. I have known the depths of Darkness and the heights of Light. By nature, though, my ultimate choice has always been aligned with that of the Light. Even in Darkness, there is Light. It is a good lesson to learn. Even in Darkness, there is Light, all you have to do is look.

Darkness wishes to capture the Light to have as it's own. Light wishes to extend it's Light into the Darkness so that the Darkness will come to know Light. There is a Balance in play here.

It's a joyous tune to which we all dance the Dance of Life. Even though we may do battle against one another, even though we may leave marks which may take lifetimes to eradicate, even though our best wishes may not be THE best wishes, the Games of Life can be a pleasure and a joy to behold.

No matter what path you have chosen for yourself, just remember that that path is a conveyance. It will take you somewhere. If your nature is of lust, greed and power, then you will surely receive it. If your nature is of knowledge, love and creativity, then you will also, surely receive it. When you meet the messenger on the road, don't kill him when he says: "Your just rewards are on their way."

Your just rewards may not be what you think they are, but that is rule number three in the handbook for "The Game of Life". Rule number one is: "Choose a side." Rule number two is: "Don't tell anyone your choice."

My choice has, and always will be, the path of Light. It is my nature. I've broken rule number two just to keep things interesting. As for rule number three; when the desire for reward is empty, so is the rule.

The are quite a few other rules in "The Game of Life", and even a few that have been made up by others along the way. You don't have to accept any rule that you do not originate. Think about it.

Recognizing the need for freedom, I can only wish that your path takes you where it is that you wish to go. Our Nature calls us and we have no choice but to obey. If appearances dictate that Life is hard and the opponents overwhelming, then may I suggest some onion peeling. Crying with unemotion, as we peel the mind's layers, we set ourselves free. The Urge of Freedom is a necessity or how else will the layers let go?

In controlling ourselves we control the Universe. Will you play a new tune for me?

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Awaiting Your Arrival

It could be looked upon that in the entirety of existence there is the one and only path of true knowledge. All others would then be viewed as being subservient and therefore frivolous. Is there one and only one way to achieve spiritual freedom? Could there possibly be only one exact way, steadfastly followed that ensures the ultimate freedom we so desperately desire?

There is only one way and that way is your bridge to spiritual freedom. If we assume that we are all different then that unique bridge which we would call 'our way' would be THE way to achieve the long sought for success of total freedom. The question, in this case, would be: how long is long? How long will you take to get there. How long have you been striving, with great effort, to achieve that which always seems to exist just beyond the edge of our grasp? There is only one way to achieve spiritual freedom and that single, solitary way is one of action. You must DO what is required in order to get there.

The DOING, or the undertaking of activity in order to gain achievement, can only be accomplished by actually going out and purposefully performing actions to close the space between where you are now and where it is that you wish to be. A single, solitary path, or bridge, to that end result is merely to assist you or to spur you on. With laziness comes eternal enslavement. You will never get anywhere unless you WANT to get somewhere. The DESIRE must be created. In fact, the desire is already extant, all that must be done is to convince you that achieving spiritual freedom is DO-ABLE. Your bridge to spiritual freedom is the crutch which allows you to walk free once again.

You can't get there until the fire begins to burn from within. In order to help ignite and sustain that fire, the methods of such organizations that provide you with a piece of the pie is enough to start the momentum which will sooner or later carry you along with it.

Taking a moment out of your busy day-to-day affairs to contemplate spiritual activities is a momentous first step. Setting aside time each day to ensure that your spiritual well being is attended to is guaranteed to become more rewarding than exposing the physical body to scheduled work outs at the local gym. The needs of the body can never be more important than your future. The body dies, but the spirit lives on in the same pain and suffering that it has endured for all time.

It's really very silly to watch bodies being pampered while the spiritual nature of Man is completely ignored, but if you are reading this, then you probably already know better and with that knowledge you create your future. Within that future, spiritual freedom manifests itself by creating a tranquility and balance not experienced for a very, very long time. It's not only possible, it has already been achieved. All that is left to be done is to wait for your arrival.

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Dead Men Tell No Tales

There are always classifications being made to distinguish one creation from another. These creation classifications can take the form of calling something 'beautiful', 'evil', or even 'dead'. The classification of 'dead' versus 'alive' beings is one that has been made for all time, or so it seems. There always seems to be a few handy 'dead' beings that the living can point at to remind themselves that indeed, they are very much alive. Relatively, both are 'dead'.

Assumption of viewpoints creates the world we see. The next order of business is to categorize, quantify and classify everything possible in our journey to the ends of the universe. We wouldn't want to leave anything out would we? On the chance of there being incomplete data, we search and search some more, until we can assure ourselves that we have searched out all there is to search and revealed all there is to reveal. Good thing viewpoints don't change.

Or do they?

A 'dead' being could be classified has having particular characteristics. These demonstrative viewpoints of the dead can be expressed by creating narrow, or tunnel vision. Seeing within the scope of our self made parameters always becomes narrower and narrower as additional classifications and categorizations are made. Eventually, we end up ruling out the entire universe as being worthy of our search. The way in is the way in.

'Living' beings seem to partially reject the notion of classification. What they do to remain 'living' is to remain detached to the idea of narrowing the scope of life. Letting other's creations remain and exist as a creation unto themselves removes oneself from the classification game, to some extent. For the 'living', over time what narrows is the appearance of additional 'living' beings. They seem to dwindle in number as time passes. Interesting.

There is a third classification of beings that sometimes seems to get overlooked. This third classification of beings are those who walk with both the living and the dead and the way that they are able to do that seems to come from two different methods. One of the methods is to travel the 'dead' path and reach it's fruition. The second method is to follow the 'living' path and reach it's fruition. It doesn't matter which way you go to get there because you will eventually get there anyway and that is the key word in classifications: eventually.

Eventually anything and everything is possible. Don't get stuck on a win. During your classification quest, be sure to stop patting yourself on the back for the fine job you are doing long enough to continue on with your quest. Stopping along the road to see the pretty flowers is what got you here. Maybe you could stop looking for just a little while, maybe just enough to remember that you are a viewpoint on a quest and that your road stretches out before you.

There is only one being in this universe that is living. All others appear 'dead' by comparison. The reality of 'you' cannot be denied, why try pretend otherwise?

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Discoveries, Where Would We Be Without Them?

There is always something to discover. A new process, a new idea, some inner realization about some minute aspect of Ourselves. Always, there is something in which we busy ourselves, searching, revealing and then searching again. The Wheel of Time spins endlessly.

Of all the discoveries, where are we today? In relation to the past, we could say that we are better off physically. This is simply not tue. We could say that spiritually, we are much further along than we were years and years ago. This is also simply not true. You are right where you have always been and fooling yourself into believing that the future holds even greater discoveries for yourself is wishful mind thinking.

Some so-called spiritual philosophies envision the promise of greatness. Immense powers of control over the entire universe will be ours. We will gain the ability to not only move ashtrays, but to read people´s minds, control their actions and demonstrate to one and all how we are able to change our physical surroundings. Spiritual? Indeed not and quite far from any conception of spirituality, unless, of course, there exists a confusion between spiritual and physical.

A discovery about oneself can be made each day from here to Eternity, and STILL, there would be even more discoveries to be made. The mouse runs on the wheel endlessly, efforting for the promise of cheese. Running and discovering keeps us busy as we ignore the basis of our search.

The promise of destiny captures selfish attention and can be used to lure in prospective customers in the search for ´enlightenment´. For one who sells spirituality knows not what it is. The search can be bought and sold, but the results are there for the asking no matter the route taken.

Removing ´unwanted´ conditions fools no one. The blind lead the blind, blundering to and fro, in search of something, anything, rather than to see what IS here and now.

Gaining ´power´ demonstrates your birth and validates your death. Do you tire of dreaming yet, or shall you ´discover´ just one more crucial piece of ´understanding´?

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Rejoicing In The Death Of You

Lost in a world where Man rules, where is the exit so easily hidden from our perceptive embraces? Lonely and wondering amidst the embers of a dying flame we search and seek the hand of just righteousness declaring in wonder the beauty of Ourselves. Nothing reveals ourselves like Ourselves. Looking, searching, discovering, whatever it is that describes the no-seeing reveals little other than what we envision for ourselves.

To and fro we await the passage of events foretold by some long lost vision of grandeur. Shall we wait forever?

Battling our wits we outsmart ourselves seemingly so simple and with little effort. Are we still surprised then, by the demonstration of what we have released? Engaging ourselves we become ourselves. Rising above we become Ourselves. Nothing has changed and ever will.

Entertaining ourselves we embody the Life we create, choosing little other than creation. Eternity exists for our sole pleasure and so the race begins. Striving to die we live with hopes of destruction and will make due with nothing else.

Here we are, enwrapped within the turmoil of our own choosing. Can you choose otherwise or are the bonds of the mind too overwhelming? Letting go is as easy as holding on, but fooling ourselves seems to never end. What better wish to give than the imagination of death. 'To know me is to Know Me.' You are the path of your own enlightenment. Being the shining star you are, I humbly dedicate the entirety of existence to You. If that isn't enough, surely there is more. :-)

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From Here To There

From 'here' to 'there', from 'I' to 'i' and from the third person to up close and personal, whatever the label, it all comes down to the same representation. These terms are employed by those who wish to make a statement about themselves. Whether it is said "From here, it looks like..." or "I think that..." matters little. The concept being entertained is the idea of representation. Many times, it comes down to the mantra of non-dualistic imagineings, in the hopes that blind devotion will lead to the place of Love. When this fails, policeing actions are never far behind. By imposing 'correct' thinking hopes sail in the rewards which are fully expected. What it really comes down to is that we can never free ourselves by imposing our ideas of bliss upon others. Freedom starts at home.

Freedom from what? Freedom from ourselves.

Perhaps, if we listen closely enough, the communications we receive can impart their purpose without being colored by our own expectations and self-righteousness. If you listen closely enough with your Heart, you may even discover how alike it is to your very own thoughts, concepts and ideas. If God has a handle on this universe who are you to 'correct' those with whom He is in contact with? What reaches your ears and appears before your eyes is His expression of Joy. Do you feel the rush?

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Granting Beingness

We are all alive. If you look around you, you will find life in all of it's glory and splendor. Whether you use physical or spiritual perception, all that you see, in every direction that you look, you will find life in all of it's infinitude. Life does not survive, it exists. The physical manifestation may come and go, but this is only a demonstration of life, and is not life itself. Life IS.

If we momentarily pretend that the physical life around our bodies is life itself, to that end will we pretend to 'survive'. And in that survival we ensure our right to live by overcoming all the other life we may imagine or come into contact with. But this is not surviving, it is pretending.

Granting beingness has no pretense. There is no veil in which we filter our perception with. Granting beingness is recognizing, acknowledging, and enhancing the existence of others around us. We are not alone and in sharing existence with others, when we acknowledge the existence of others, we find that life contains the wonderment that is completely missing from the pretension of survival.

If you are worried about your survival then perhaps it may be to your benefit to find out why. We are not alone, and if you busy yourself with surviving, then be assured that others are doing the same. The enemies you create will either force you into slavery or they will provide the impetus for you to overcome the survival game itself. Granting beingness releases the enemies you have created and sets you free.

It's easy to spot those who grant beingness. They make you feel good, not only about yourself, but about the world at large. They view the universe without the veil of perception, and this comes across in their communication to you. You catch a glimpse of something far greater than yourself and when you do, it makes you want to get it. Surviving the game of life requires that you attain it, you can't win otherwise. To survive is to kill yourself off as a player. Granting beingness takes chess playing to a whole 'nother level. :-)

The way to spot the survival game in action is to watch for the signs. Refusing to understand another's perception is one. Another sign is when someone denigrates someone else's perception. Surviving the game is considered dangerous, and to overcome that danger it is customary to deny your opponent's right to their thoughts. A sign of surviving is how well you have forced your thoughts, ideas and considerations upon others. A sign of granting beingness is how easy it is to accept another's position on an issue. The time track is quite long. It is really, really, long. Do you actually think that those thoughts of yours have never been addressed before. You already know the answers, all you have to do is let someone else know theirs. Granting beingness gives another the right and privilege of finding out their own answers, in their own times. Don't you deserve that right as well?

You can't give another what you do not have. I wish for you to recognize, acknowledge, and enhance yourself so that you may pass the gift to another. Sooner or later it's going to happen anyway, so why fight it? :-)

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Riding The Moon Beams

Waves and emanations originate and terminate. They come from somewhere and they go to a place of extinction. This is really very obvious by just about any standard, but let's see if I can take it just a bit further.

In order to view waves and emanations you must be, to at least some small degree, the effect of the wave and emanation being viewed. It doesn't really matter whether you are in the line of fire or an innocent bystander, it hits you just the same. The wave and/or emanation then either continues on it's merry way or it terminates at the effect point - which in the current scenario, is you. Either way, you become the effect and find youself immersed within the experience. You become what you view. Or do you...

The effect of the wave/emanation becomes instantaneously 'overwhelming'. You find yourself viewing your environment differently, and yet it feels as if nothing is different. Your view changes because of directed attention. You have placed your attention differently and this is the way that waves and emanation 'trick' you into shifting viewpoints.

It all basically comes down to tricking the thetan into believing something else. This is the basis for implants and a whole variety of 'tools of the trade'. The only thing wrong with an implant is that you got tricked and now you don't know what happened. Tricky indeed!

Riding the moon beams is a term used to describe riding waves and emanations and not becoming fully immersed within their created effects. If there are no buttons, then there is no effect. Separting the cause from the effect becomes second nature.

Strange as it may seem, standing in front of an oncoming locomotive, nothing happens.

For the physically challenged: please don't try this at home. You know the phrase - "stuff happens!".

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Energy Transference

There is a theory of energy transference and it goes like this; the movement of energy, from source to object, creates affection and closes space. In this process, what is accomplished is not only the transference of one's own energy, but the transference of one's own attention as well. Energy is attention in motion. Getting someone or something to be like you creates motion and expectation. Postulating the desired effect of that attention is where problems take on paramount importance.

You wish for someone to agree with you and it comes to pass. Agreement requires disagreement and so, this too, comes to pass. Beyond the transference of energy and the polarity cycle of needs and desires, there is a method that is rarely used and even more rarely understood. Fortunately, understanding is not required in order to practice this method as it usually gets in the way anyway.

Instead of transferring one's energetic attention to objects that seem to exist everywhere, what one can do is simply accept the order of things and within that order create visions of grandeur. The magnitude of success is in direct proportion to the magnitude of cohesion in the natural world of the vision. Vision seems to be strange word, but since the term 'postulate', which has a direct relation to energy transference, it cannot be appropriately applied in this context.

Flowing with the current of 'time' could be another way of describing it, mastering the dynamics would be another. These of course, can only come close to describing the actuality of what a 'vision' is, but like so many states of being, coming close to understanding them is the best that we can do. There is little room for experiential ideas and concepts here.

Unlike a postulate where the fruits are reaped and enjoyed, there is a definite lack of experiential feedback in visions. A vision is a creation which Existence gladly puts into play. Playing a tune, the Dance of Life comes alive.

Knowledge is power and power is what drives postulates, agreements and motivation. These are base experiences upon which rests the struggle of life. There is more, a whole lot more to life than the effort of survival.

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The Survivalist

In order to survive, enemies are created, goals are enforced and the idea of 'others' do not exist. Survival requires one to play the game of life and to beat the odds. It creates societies where every individual is encouraged to 'climb their way to the top'. Without fresh meat, the dogs become empty and the pangs of hunger create religion, philosophy and great thinkers in the time of 'need'. Searching for answers, the thirst redeems itself by either submitting to the pack or devouring on one's own terms and hoping against hope, that we do not become the eaten along the solitary road. Survival creates deprivation and there are many who sit by the wayside, waiting and watching for their own salvation to become realized. In surviving, someone must die.

I wouldn't want to wish survival on my own worst enemy. Forcing another to play by disconnecting, declaring, and sometimes, destruction, only proves the point of the sharpest teeth, the biggest appetite, the dominator of our future survival. Giving life away for the enjoyment of others breaks the circle of life and death. Death is always denied the right to survival when life is freely given, and given and given. Who would hold back from such a noble cause, when the resolver of life, is life itself and death becomes the pointer of fate.

Survival is the game being played so often, here on the Jewel of Knowledge. When the bonds with the body are broken, bodily survival dissipates and becomes no more. When this occurs, please do not make the mistake of transferring that temporal desire to the spiritual realm; it does not belong. The spirit does not survive, it never has and never will. The body survives as it is meant to, and is limited and finite. The spirit, as many philosophies dictate, is immortal. That means that there is no survival, there is no death, there is no life. We can pretend to be the body and think otherwise, but to what ends?

We can pretend to be something we are not and stake our future on playing the survival game, clawing and scratching our way to the top. When the spirit comes to be imagined as a body, whether physical or otherwise, then survival, and the death of others, ensues. Playing a game where everyone wins, is not a game at all. What will the spirit win over? Bodily death, or the torment of it's victims? Releasing our pain and suffering, means giving life back to whence it came.

You have killed, tortured, implanted, connived, convinced and ignored others innumerable times in your past, when will you begin to break the cycle and realize that the suffering you receive is the suffering you pay. When you have emptied the mind of it's troubles, what will you empty then? If a spirit is to be addressed, why not address it and release the desire to survive.

All religions, all philosophies and all of mankind seeks a better life, and it is all a lie. To boldly go where no one has gone before tempts fate and our survival. How long will the game be played and when will spiritual maturity begin to set.

Clearing another to play a better game is self serving and, of course, quite limited in it's achievement. Spirituality, no matter it's cloak, will be missing and ignored. When clearing, be sure to kind in mind the goals and purposes of what it is that you are doing. You are an immortal spirit. Whether playing in the school yard or pretending to be a survivalist, you are a spirit. Wouldn't you rather understand that than the icing on the cake of your desires?

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They Get Happy

In the interest of science I have donated my thetan, my heart and my soul to those who wish to further that wonderful research line called 'life'. I really have no further use for them, so off they go. I trust that they will be taken care of in the same manner to which I have subjected them for the time that I have made use of them. They have been quite handy and served me well, but like all accompaniments, the band marches on.

This triad of delight has shielded me well during game play and has, at the same time, created more trouble than they have been worth, but that is really the bottom line. Worth. These kinds of things trade quite readily and easily on the open market, but since I am not trading one worth for another, the lab gets to have them back. Tag 'em and bag 'em.

The continuity of life is eternally ensured and this is what makes owning things very funny indeed. My thetan agrees, so all is well. ;-)

In jest and in death, the baggage of life never gets lost, misplaced nor stolen through neglect. Ever been in the market for a thetan? Sometimes, you can't even give them away. Most everyone who has one wants two, and those that have two want even more. I hear that whoever has the most, wins when the lights finally go out. But that is hearsay much in the same way that the GE with the highest body count wins. I haven't heard anyone yet ask what the prize is. Isn't that funny!

I've lit a candle and burned the incense and in between the coughing and squinting of eyes, I raise my glass to the heavens and bid the travelers adieu. May their journey be safe and paved with the perils so desired. Who knows, maybe one day you will add your thetan, your heart and that bottomless pit you call your soul, to the collective. May their journeys be safe and fraught with peril as well.

Now that I have no company in which to entrust my innermost secrets, all that is left is nothing. Characteristics come and go. The lights turn on and off beyond the willful control of my thetan. Days are neither counted, nor come and go. Events occur and thoughts do not exist. It almost sounds like a bad day at black rock!

The last I remember is getting off the train. Baggage? There is none. Destination? I am already there. Origination? Where is there to come from when there is no where to go? Philosophical ramblings at their very best.

I've checked with the lab and have been told that donations are very rarely made. Sometimes, thetans come back in horrible, horrible shape and the lab has to send them back for repair before they can accept them. There have also been cases where someone has changed their mind and wants their thetan back immediately. When that happens it really puts a strain on the lab to not only find the donated thetan, but to ensure that it gets returned in the exact shape it was donated in. They've told me that they are getting pretty darn good at determining which thetan will be wanted back based strictly upon the shape of the thetan. It seems that those things can't be returned for good until they are donated for good, if you know what I mean.

I'll not be lonely without my thetan constantly hanging around because I don't have friends anyway, so there is nothing to miss. This might seems strange, but I am in good company with my surroundings. I am here and I am there, so what better friend could there be?

This really isn't my choice at all, so please don't feel that I am doing something noble or grand. The thetan and it's cohorts have this inexplicable urge to return to their origination point. There is really nothing that I can do to stand in it's way. I wouldn't have it any other way.

In the night sky, when you see a falling star, think not of a chunk of cold, hard, lifeless rock streaking through the air, but of my thetan making the journey home. The sparks of life are everywhere and when they return home, well, they get happy. :-)

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Thus Far

There is a point to the pointless, it is in the process of getting from 'here' to 'there' which counts, not the departure or arrival. The process is the journey and within that journey lies the answers that are so dear to the heart. Within the soul of man, eternity comes alive and seeks it's revenge upon the wanting. Nothing reveals itself like the revealer of all time and place and when enlightenment knocks on the door, the house suddenly becomes quite and empty. Empty and devoid of movement, desire, impulses and urges. No one answers the call which life exists for. Unfulfilled, will it be turned away as usual, or will the wings of flight open and dissipate upon the ether of life itself.

Nothing stands in the way of experience. Nothing stands in the way of nothing. Either extreme creates the hell in which birth and death take root and flight. Beyond the wall lie other walls, to be conquered, overcome and mastered. When the mastering of the self becomes reality, everything else blurs in comparison. The depth of life is shallow, and imagination, as the fine brush it is, fills in all gaps with color and life. Though it is not the balancer, come to reap, it remains pleasant enough to continue embodiment. Rising from the grave escapes us when living is all that could possibly exist. Beyond the hand of fate, what other hands are neglected in the sight of dementia.

There is purpose and fulfillment. Becoming whole, we relish the comforts of success. In that success we continue to die and die again until finally, the end result becomes dear. Moving upon the stream of life, pictures come alive with color and depth. Eventually, it becomes at one again, only to arise and create life all over again. Constantly coming and going, the solace is everlasting. No matter the outward demonstration, nothing changes for in it's expression we look with contentment at our own unique heritage. We have made it, and thus far, it has made us.

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Treading Desire

Emotional content, ever pervading the human form, from where does the power of life receive it's yearnings and desires? Ultimately, there is no other place on Earth, other than the exact moment and place in which you have found yourself this very instant. Locating, you reveal your glory. Emanating, your desires reach through the ether of life and find a target, willing in it's reception and motivating it to action. That action creates the effect of the cycle of life, each bound by hopes and desires, of imagination and creation. Where it leads us, is unknown, but that is only so based upon the framework in which it has appeared.

Appearances are deceiving, sheltering the desires through deception and play. Hiding, we are alone with our thoughts and embrace their fruition. We become what we think we are.

Efforting, we reveal ourselves to ourselves and through the actions and motivations of others, we come to see that escaping from our desires is fruitless. Emotional content is the dress in which desire moves.

Overcoming desire is overcoming ourselves. There is nothing wrong in overwhelming ourselves with our own thoughts of experience, but where will it end, if at all? The desire to be human creates the reception and so we give and give until the bottomless, limitless pit has surely come to an end. Facing the death of desire, it relinquishes it's hold and binds us no longer. In the ensuing freedom, is desire to be had once again? Do we continue the cycle of deprivation endlessly or does the end of desire just cover up the fact that the end is nothing but another desire, cleverly guised?

There can be no end and no beginning to desire in order for desire to dissolve from whence it came. Unheeding and unneeding, emotional content has a way of leaving us alone and in that aloneness we blossom of our own accord. What reveals itself is purity of desire, purity of body and purity of spirit. Nothing escapes or spills forth from the clutching hand when the hand clutches no longer. It just is, and in that state beauty and freedom abound. There can be no bounds for it is only with desire in which we are given form.

Here we are, living our daily lives, earning our daily bread, and surviving for the promise of a better tomorrow. None of these exist, but the desire forces us to believe otherwise. What hold does the madness take of our souls!

The desire of no desire is just another form and these sorts of tricks are meaningless other than in the context of teaching ourselves that in this too, we must overcome for each step only reveals itself as we progress.

Taking each step, one at a time, will surely get you to your goal. Pause not along the way as any satisfaction only reveals the self-same desire in which you have already tread. Continue my friend, and I shall meet you at the top. :-)

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Try Harder

Stepping out of line, out of sight, what is it that we lose so very easily along the way. Capturing our hearts, we seek the rapture that endears us to 'try harder'. Ever lasting, we hunt for the kill only to be rewarded with death itself. Alone with our thoughts, we pray for forgiveness while looking at ourselves in the mirror of life. To ask is to receive, and so we deliver all that we wish.

Encompassing the thoughts of spontaneous creation, we set ourselves free and embody a side of ourselves previously unknown and unthought of before. Ever new, we 'try harder'.

Fixating upon our destination, we are surely to arrive, all in one piece. As the pieces find their resting place, we become the whole of ourselves and discover that it is what we have always been, each piece unto itself. Surviving the absurdity, we float free and realize that we are what we are and nothing as well. Complexities of life are there for the taking. The complexities of death, come what may. Beyond each piece lies the surety of being. Reposing, we seem imposing and like the mirror in which we place our conviction, images ebb and flow with ease. Untouchable and untouched, the ocean remains pure.

You are the ocean, I, the rain that falls. Who is the container and who the embodiment? The ocean takes many forms and from it's depth all life extends. Within that life, there may be found a mirror in which you might say 'try harder', but who is the one that hears it's own voice. Who is the one that creates for it's own enjoyment. Who is the one in which, like the ocean, all exists within. Encompassing ourselves we come to know ourselves. Can there be any other way?

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What Shall You Have Me Do?

Clearing the air, we gradually come to see. What it is that we see is individually experienced and remembered. Another yardstick comes to the rescue as we continue to build our future. The future is in the making, there is no time to lose, but the loss continues to haunt us day in and day out. We are the carrion, and time, nature's clean-up crew.

Ignorance grows and ignorance diminishes, but it always seems to exist no matter what we do. We cannot shake it's touch nor forget it's imprint. What is it that compels us to accept it's existence? What is it about ourselves in which ignorance finds it's very own niche.

There is only one way to find out and that is the way of self discovery. What better journey could be devised, what better novel, full of twists and turns could be created than the one in which we, ourselves, star. The road you make is the road you take.

I see the world in all of it's glory, bound by thoughts and desires. And so it is. I see others as having unique viewpoints in a test of my own, and so it is. I see the bountiful wonders of existence and the Dance of Creation as being the only real wonders of the universe, and so it is. My world is colored, and though my rose colored glasses I see all and am amazed. Who knows, maybe tomorrow I will wake up and see it all very, very differently.

"We don't see things as they are,
we see things as we are." - Anais Nin

How will you see the world today? What will you see in the world today? What expression will be emanated to the delight of all your subjects. I am here for your pleasure. What shall you have me do?

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Why Not Make It Enjoyable For Everyone?

At what point does communication become so dangerous that it must be eliminated? Where will we draw the boundaries of our own limitations and perceptions and expect those around us to comply? How do we pass judgement upon another when we, ourselves, lack the knowledge to even 'save' ourselves.

You have the right to communicate. You also have the right to not communicate.

Enforcement of a group's ideals and morals upon an individual who does not share those same beliefs is not a spiritual teaching, but enforcement of a shared reality. The only 'right' spiritual teachings are those from which something can be personally gained or realized. To teach with understanding is to demonstrate to the student it's efficacy and it's totality. Force meets force, it always has and always will. To gain spiritual freedom it takes more than the application of 'rightness', it takes understanding.

With understanding, there are no 'good' and 'evil' sides that must vanquish the other. With understanding there is no enforcement of idealistic technologies and principals. With understanding there is a leading. A leading into a spiritual unknown by those who understand. A correct teaching will invite it's understanding, not enforce it.

There have been spiritual teachings for thousands of years, on this planet and through out the universe. Perhaps you have been too busy doing other things to notice? Perhaps you have let opportunities pass you by and regretted past actions. What ever you have done, it does not mean that with your new-found understanding, you must ensure that those around you partake of it. It will happen anyway, no matter what you do. Why not make it enjoyable for everyone in the meantime?

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Why Put It Off?

: "Lead, follow, or get out of the way."

The universe is pretty much cut and dried. It's one way or the highway. When someone has a goal in mind and their reach encompasses nothing else, then nothing else will matter to them. If everyone in this universe felt that very same way, who would be left after the killing spree? Opposition exists to be eliminated and so the endeavor is to remove the bump in the road at all costs. The goal MUST survive and be reached no matter the personal pain and suffering experienced along the way. The goal MUST contain barriers and so they exist seemingly beyond our control.

Expanding beyond one's own viewpoint is not something that just anyone can do. It takes practice and most of all conviction. As an extension, we seek out the opponents so dear to our future. Without them, our future would not look very bright, but with them, anything is possible! Our opponents are the targets we shoot for along the road to our destination. Someone must pay, and so we all do. Is this the only way to achieve one's own goal?

Creating experience where everyone wins at the game being played is not only good sense, but ensures the goal being sought. With aligned intention all things are possible. The enemies we make are the enemies we take to our final destination. Why face the turmoil in between. Why not just find that space of peace within yourself and by extension, that very same space within another. Showing up at your final destination empty handed is actually a very good thing indeed.

We all weigh ourselves down in order to have a 'good game'. Seems kind of silly, but we do it with joy in our hearts. What kind of personal torment is this?

Tormenting others will never relieve our own personal pain. No matter how much it hurts, sooner or later you will face the day without it. Why put it off?

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With Childish Delight

Languishing in our dreams, when will the morning bring us the hope we desire so dearly. When will the sun appear before us to lead the way into that vast unknown we call 'the day'. Arising, we beseech whatever it is that rules over us, happy in the knowledge that all will be taken care of. Going out about the day's work, we fall into our daily dose of forgetfulness. Happily, we survive another day and lose ourselves, once again, within the darkness that welcomes us with glee. The cycle of Life carries us and cries evermore 'awake sleeping giant. awake friend or foe. Awake and settle into your new life.'

Awaking and arising, once again we set about our daily tasks, ever hopeful that the day will come to a close and ever hopeful that our dreams will continue to carry us forward to the body's demise. Can this be the Land of the Living? Can this be where the streets are paved with gold and enrichment is every citizen's birthright? You have arrived, is that everyone else that you see?

With eyes closed we tremble with childish delight, jumping for the joy that is sure to come; jumping with the expectation of wish fulfillment. Granting the right to live, we extinguish ourselves to the flame of desire. Embodiment takes on a whole new meaning.

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Call Me Names

I am a flexible kind of person. Do you wish for me to become your enemy, an enslaver of mankind? I can do that. Do you wish for me to further the search for spiritual truth and self discovery? I can do that. Do you wish for me to subscribe whole heartedly to your personal ideals and morals? My apologies, but I already adhere to my own. After all, I'm a thetan. :-)

Call me names, publically, and privately; shun me, or even humor me with offensive jokes. Each experience reveals itself as it is. Kill this body or electronically mutate the organs within, it doesn't matter. In fact, I consider those silly and childish games. Deny me my spiritual freedom, and I will laugh at the joke. Withdraw your friendship and I will still see what I see. Defend me or attack me, both serve the same purpose and neither will get the job done. Speak from the heart, and I melt with joy. Truth is not hard to find when you realize that it sits just under your nose the entire time.

I am a flexible kind of being. I can play selfish games or reveal the wisdom of the ages. I can watch you die and watch you live in the same unthinking breath. When time stands still, I take no notice. There is nothing that I would not do to come to know the truth about myself and when you show me the way, I follow. When there is no truth left, I gladly discard what I have so that it returns to whence it came. In equllibrium, the balance of the universe becomes an absolute delight in which to be.

In reality, I am complete inflexible, in thought, word and deed. There are no roads for me to take, no experience which must be experienced and no wisdom which must come to be learned and understood. The understanding in which I have placed the entirey of my existence seems to be missing. I am deaf, dumb and blind. Thankfully there is someone else to ease my pain. In the suffering of others, we take pride, as it is only then in which we clearly see the suffering in which we have tormented ourselves. The denial of our right to live is painful indeed, but what of the nothingness beyond?

Enjoyment of life comes from the living of it. Walking with the dead is a tale best left to those who have already passed on. If it is not your time of passing, why not make the most of living, by actually living? The beauty of life is all around you. Why not go find it?

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Are You Ready To Deal With That?

Through the way of the living, the dead become known. How else is it that the dead can arise from their comfortable graves and meet the new day. It is in the arising that life takes place for without the will, all that happens is animated meat.

Truth of consequence brings about change. With change comes experience and with experience comes the gift of forgetfulness. Time must pass and extend ever onward. Coming or going, the only limits that exist are the ones we, ourselves, place upon it. In infinite gratitude, there still isn't enough time to pay our respects.

Walking with the dead, we feel alive with gusto and full of experience in which to show the way. Being the bearer of good news is a worthwhile endeavor to behold. Who is it that brings the news we do not wish to hear, or have we already heard of it? Coming or going, we endure the pleasure in order that we may experience the pain. Why cry about it now?

The best way to overcome the pain is to overcome the desire for pleasure. In seeking, we fulfill ourselves. Perhaps there lies an alternate route to fulfillment. Perhaps it is the idea of fulfillment itself that creates the problems we look forward to. For the goal to be realized, you must place obstacles in your path. No cheating allowed!

Gradually, we all come to realize one thing or another. Placing the realization as the goal never seems to work, but placing ourselves as the goal does. Why is that? We create ourselves to find ourselves. Why not just misplace your car keys and pretend otherwise.

Reaching and withdrawing, we become unsure where it is that we have placed ourselves. It seems that remembrance is the only solution. Good thing we store our memories for future review!

Looking in the mirror of life, we see ourselves in all of it's glory and still come up short. What is it that always seems to lie just beyond our myopic sight. We know 'something' is out there. It is never 'here', but always 'there'. Clarity of sight reveals clarity of vision, are you ready to deal with that?

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A Slave To Time

There is no time and there is no effort like the time of now. Within the unbroken circle of light lies the answer to the field of dreams in which we find ourselves ever expanding upon in order to completely capture and contain it. Efforting is the desire which fuels motivation. Action becomes merely the byproduct of our imagination. Within the thought of effort lies no other desire than that which we ourselves create in order to fulfill that very same thought. The circle of light appears to expand but never once does it change, appearance or otherwise. The foundation remains as the structures come and go.

Exacting our just rewards, we create opportunities for ourselves, sometimes fulfilling them, other times not. Creative expression is like that. Sometimes you change your mind just for the pleasure of the change itself.

Ennobling ourselves, the universe becomes effervescent in it's haste to conform to our most inner desires. There before you lies the results of your actions, are you pleased?

Breaking the barriers is not for the faint of heart since that is what bravery is all about anyway. Sometimes, setting ourselves up is half the fun.

Here in the moment of now, we express ourselves. Some sloppily with total disregard for all other expression, while others with razor sharpness, cutting through all perceptions and time leave their mark. There is a sign of the times and that sign never changes throughout time. Invariably, we come to understand just what it is that we are doing here, and why. It changes nothing.

Continuation requires the time in which the expression may arise. Time is immortal and can never be killed. Mastering it, our deft handling becomes foolish as time has no master.

Moving about in time we find that our playing field contains all of our hope and dreams. Each day we run into them and depending upon our mood, we use or abuse them to our readjusted needs. Cleaning up after yourself is not an option as we make haste in our searching and never finding theoretical science of mind. Explaining it all to ourselves, we take pride.

Time creates the slaves in which it survives with delight. Shall you spoil it for everyone?

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Can You Feel It?

In reality, there exists times and places in which we may demonstrate ourselves and come to know of the things which we yearn for. Emptiness cannot be denied and so the quest for fulfillment survives in all of it's glory, ever seeking and expanding the boundaries of our imagination. 'Out there' lies the future, and as we toil and work the fields of phyiscality, we embrace the demonstration that we recognize as ourselves. We see, and so we see ourselves in everything and everyone around us. Nothing misses the chance of demonstrating some facet of ourselves; some overt, or covert reminiscent aspect that continually seems to escape our full attention. The future lies 'out there', just beyond the edges of our periphery and within the narrow confines of our intention, we totally miss the larger picture. But what is the larger picture?

Imagination, when it unfolds, encompasses more and more space. The edges of the known universe cannot contain it nor will the adventure end with it's demarcation. It grows and grows as the imagination grows. Conceptualizing endless time, we still desire more room in which to maneuver. The larger picture requires the elimination of expansion.

When time no longer takes hold of us, the larger picture begins to draw near. As our fears become conquered, one by one, the large picture provides brief flashes of insight and clarity. As we begin to escape the bounds of our own choosing, the large picture slowly begins to take shape and form and provides the sustenance in which the future becomes possible. All things become possible when the impossible is neither realized nor desired.

Awakening oneself to our own inner expression reveals the majesty of everlasting selfishness. Can there ever be room for others? Do others even exist, and if they did, of what good use could they possibly be? Granting of beingness is not giving away the rightness of your noble self. Granting of beingness is allowing the expression that is 'out there' to demonstrate itself to you in the way that it desires. Believe it or not, you are taught each and every day, but when the walk of sleep is still embraced, what room is there for others? The totality of oneself is ever consuming and sooner or later burns up with desire. What then, is left?

What is left are the teachings which you have already allowed to pass unnoticed, unrecognized and unfulfilled. What will the future hold for you then, when all that should have been learned has been turned aside in favor of selfish greed.

Luckily, the day is born anew each and every day. Why not count the days instead of lifetimes? Why not count the minutes, or even the seconds instead of future, or past, computations. The moment is here, now. Can you feel it?

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Make Believe

Into the hearts and minds of those around us, do we wish to invade. We want to become known and in that reflection we gaze deeply at ourselves and behold the wonder. The wonder of being, as reflected by our creations is truly a wonder indeed.

What could possibly exist beyond our thoughts, beyond our wildest imagination? Is there something out there that awaits our discovery, or is it just something that we have hidden from ourselves, awaiting our eventual attention. Seeking isn't all it's cracked up to be.

There is a state of being, and in that state of being we fulfill our utmost desires, expressing ourselves though believing otherwise. There is always life to be discovered, but what is it that gives it the pleasure we reap? What is it that projects the experience, the emotion and the learning in which we have placed our deepest trust and expectations? Fulfilling ourselves is a full time job and lasts for all eternity. Keeping ourselves busy keeps us busy. Ever spinning our wheels, we continually make progress and yet never move an inch. Where is it that we are going in such a hurry?

The journey we place before us is the road map of how it is we will reap our rewards. It has already been fully laid out and carefully planned. There are no surprises. As we become the road we travel, nothing else seems to matter, and so it is.

Is this why the rewards we seek never seem to last? Is this why we endlessly journey on, never completely filling the void that beckons us within. From emptiness to fullness, we run like mad keeping the void at bay. Striving, we arrive exactly where it is that we want to be, contemplating our next step with care and conviction. Letting go is not an option.

To know your self is to know the path, the journey, and the destination. To know your self is to end the void and it's constant appetite for more. Have you had your fill yet? To no one's surprise, fulfillment will always come up short. Just out of reach, yet within the senses, for what other reason does striving exist? You cannot grasp what does not exist. You cannot fill the unfillable, nor experience the created illusion. All that can be done is to make believe.

To make believe is the play of the Gods. Shall we pretend otherwise?

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What Then, Shall You Do?

Beyond life, beyond death, the mortal door swings both ways. Ever longing for the afterlife the crack of humanity fills the void in it's ever increasing demand to be heard. Silently, the all encompassing solitude becomes overpowering in it's exuberance. Contemplating the shelf life I weep in horror as the promised goods can no longer live up to their potential. Effortlessly I remain unable to immobilize contemptuous thoughts in order to betray my position. Accepting defeat, I succumb.

Arising from the depths of despair, sorrow leaves it's mark of acceptance and releases the emptiness of the embodiment of being. Without form the function floats in it's effort of existence, striving to become the experience so eagerly devoured in the quest for intelligence. Nothing matters when the ignorant become the supreme rulers of logic and thought. There is only one way to go and it is paved with the corpse of humanity. Release me so that I may bind myself further.

Developmental attitudes destroy the affluence of enlightenment. The way is clear and must be destroyed. What then, shall you do?

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Release Me

There was a time when thought was the commodity of life. Everyplace where one looked, it was to be found, and if not present in perception, then certainly created in imagination. A commodity is like that. If one doesn't have it, it gets created very, very fast. One way, or another, possession takes hold and when it does we find ourselves wisked off into new found unimaginable worlds of wonder and glory. And that is what it is all about. Glory.

Wonders for the mind nourish and sustain us, or so we firmly believe never daring to 'think' otherwise. Alone with our thoughts, no one ever enters the abyss of destruction for nothing else lives beyond what we believe 'to be'. Sustenance can only come from the projections we so daringly obfuscate ever so carefully, cloaked in dress of created ignorance much in the same way that the creation forms itself out of the abyss we call home. Surviving is not an option.

Breathlessly, we await ourselves, ever eager to parlay our winnings into something grand and glorious, beyond our conception of elation. The urges from within prevent us from exposing ourselves and yet, we lay bare before all, hiding nothing. We are everything we seem to be and beyond these imaginary boundaries lies the 'real' self. It is called by whatever we choose, it becomes familiar with who and what it so chooses, seemingly beyond our control, grasp or even understanding. Alone we have brought ourselves into existence, alone will the end come to greet us one day as we rise to some new and far greater challenge in which we have placed the entirety of our trust and hopes. Laughingly, we beseech the almighty for release and as the shallow echo returns the answer we speak, we cry in ecstasy knowing that knowledge is what limits us and is the rope in which we have bound our freedoms.

There is nothing else which matters, nothing else which deserves the recognition which we have bestowed upon ourselves. This is all that is and nothing more. Could this be the final chapter in the 'who done it' mystery novel?

The finality we await has come and gone leaving footprints into which we place our full attention. Finding that road back we spring forth in renewed vigor, young at heart, old in knowledge. Evermore cries the wildebeast in it's last desperate struggle against all odds. Release me and the gift of the Gods will be laid bare at your feet. In your quest for victory of the ever higher realms, have you ever taken the time to look down?

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Just Another Lazy Summer Day

Long lost within the echoes of our thoughts, we seek out others of like mindedness wondering if each is as capabile as we hope that they will be. Reality sets in and nothing remains the same, the dream shatters the imagination and turns the surreal into the nightmare we continually run from each and every day. Alone with our thoughts, we tremble in delight, knowing that with each new day there is new found hope that the escape hatch has been left ajar by those before us even though we refuse to believe in such fairy tales of wonder and neglect.

Thre is nothing here for our enjoyment other than ourselves. All in which we believe has already come and gone as we lazily sit under the shade tree of our dreams, gazing upon the stillness of the waters of Life. Escaping is not an option.

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Just Deserts

Walking the line of desire, which way will the wind blow this time? Where shall we fall upon landing within the abyss of time and space where the first and last thought merge into the being that others have called "Man". Learning, one never sees. Understanding, we come to see what we have learned. Nowhere do we hide best then that lonely place within us which was label 'ourselves'.

Turning to God, we relish the thoughts and desires which we have stolen with glee from the repository of Life. Free at last, we roam the galaxy in our quest of desire. Yearning for the end the time, we fulfill our destiny by creating longevity. Surviving, we weep with inflamed rage longing for the next target upon which we may lay claim. Our right to live vanishes in the vaporish screen called death for only within forgetfulness may we come to understand what life has to offer.

Escaping our shadows, we seek revenge for the disturbance brought forth by uninvited guests. Opening the door to hell, we gratefully step through to embrace the alternate life style which will set us free. The badge of honor we so proudly wear fools no one.

Freedom is our nature, and freedom is what we shall have. In the order of life, nothing is left to chance as Chance plays the tune with which we sway to and fro stepping on each others toes. Lightly, we embrace the music only to find that the tune has gone dry. As we find ourselves in solitude, we imagine otherwise. Gratefully we lose ourselves within ourselves and never look back. The only way through is forward, can time prove otherwise?

Th light at the end of the tunnel invites no one. Reaching, we reinvent ourselves. There is only one.

Without another, we do not exist. Without an existence, where then, would be the just deserts of life be enjoyed?

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Out Of The Fire...

The term 'implanters' covers a large territory that is quite varied in it's scope. Implanters range from those who pro-actively seek to 'reign in' deviant behavior to those few who just have some good 'ole fun doing it. The entire range of these activities could be considered to be 'sub-survival' and not in the best overall interests of those who are immersed within the grand play called "the physical universe".

Are you having fun playing? Probably not and that is exactly the reason why escaping this universe via the first flight out is so desirable to many people. Yes, it is possible to exit this universe and enter the next and yes, it is more enjoyable than this one, but that does not mean that you should go. Believe me, it is far better in the long run to remain where you are and to create a sane environment, even if that sane environment goes no further than your front door, than it is to bug out and ignore the pain and suffering that completely overwhelms so many people here in this universe. If you cannot handle this universe, you will not be able to handle the next, when it too, eventually degrades.

Rising up to meet the challenge, even if that rising requires personal sacrifice and hardship, is a far, far better activity than to turn a blind eye to what you have left behind. The reason that ghosts haunt a castle is that there remains an unresolved item for them. Your ghosts will be no different.

Studying, researching, and coming to understand what an implanter is and the roles in which they partake is critical to your future well being. You can't get to second base unless you understand what it is that must be done with the first base.

You WILL survive this universe, no matter what. The question remains: In what condition would you like to find yourself when you eventually wake up?

Implanting, whether it is accomplished from a malevolent or benevolent position, must be fully understood before true change can occur. Others can provide that impetus for you, but eventually, you must embrace the hand of fate and call it your own. Your destiny awaits you, are you ready to meet the challenge?

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The Abyss

Practices, religions, ways of life, all express the same desire for release. Freedom, by any other name remains the same. It is the hope that drives Man to the edge of the Abyss, only to falter in uncertainty. Jumping to conclusions becomes self defeating but what other purpose can there be but to end the destiny in which one places the entirety of one's hopes and dreams.

Must death become examined in much the same way as Life is researched, experimented with and documented in excruciatingly infinite detail. The mind categorizes while the thetan is the slave, totally dependent upon the analyses, results and conclusions which are forever being processed and relayed by the Computer of Life. Overcome with the joy of success, who, exactly, is the one who relishes the emotional content.

Freedom convinces us that we must relocate ourselves from 'here' to 'there'. Movement in the Abyss catches our attention and draws us closer and closer. Falling, we catch ourselves.

"Help, I've fallen and can't get up." :-)

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The Fox

I am the lost child of Illusion, the wondering hobo of Neglect and the bastard of Unknowing. There is no life within me except by my own hand of deception. The acropolis of destruction has come and gone leaving only happiness in it's wake. There is no oneness. There is nothing else. The separateness of existence if the falsity of hope. There is only One. Why have I been forsaken in my dreams of desire? I long for the glory and the pain and have succumbed to both much easier than imagined. What I am, I have become.

Twisting and turning in the night of ever lasting darkness, thoughts come and go in a flash of some new found inspiration only to be quenched in the embers of the Flame as they easily douse all within reach, never to be the same again and again. Alone with my thoughts, I ponder...

As the token of expressions take hold, intention arises and the movement upon the face of the waters stirs new life and behold, the majesty of the travesty arsies from that very same Flame. Gazing, the fixation ingrains iteself ever deeper leaving the void behind in it's travels of despair. The end is near cries the suffering voices in my head. The end has come, but where oh where have I misplaced it? Seeking, the fox leads the chase evermore.

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The Effects Of Wasting Away

Watching television is such a rewarding adventure. It not only occupies the mind with meaningless limited sensory data, but it also, as a side benefit, encourages the ingestion of equally meaningless sensory data via 'snack foods'. When our time is up, we move along and place our physical restraining devices called 'the body' to it's subscribed resting place for it's well deserved time period of fanciful dreams and imaginings. Waking, we rush to fulfill every person's dream - a job where we can waste away our attention and intention. After being sent home, we dutifully repeat our programming.

Is this what some have come to call 'Life'?

Of course not, but for many people on this planet, it is the only hope of existence that they have. Imagine, if you will, if one day, something changed. Imagine if, out of the blue, an unexpected thought roosted within consciousness demanding attention. What if the life we are leading is not real?

Will the thought drive you deeper within the depths of escape, or will it fan the embers of desire. Will the thirst of freedom become an unquenchable urge in which you place total trust, or will you resolve yourself to reading the future by picking up the TV guide.

When the fire begins to burn within, all hell breaks loose and the world becomes a very different place. It becomes a place in which to express the urge for not just spiritual knowledge, but of spiritual freedom. It is at this point that it becomes shopping time.

Shopping for like-minded individuals and organizations to aligned oneself with becomes the order of the day. The urge continues to grow and with that, our demand for release grows as well.

When shopping, it is sometimes beneficial to recognize that the produce we bring home, even though it may satisfy and sustain us for a while, may not completely fulfill our spiritual needs. But if you are lucky enough to find a large enough grocery store, your needs will never be denied!

By expanding your world, you expand your horizons. Luckily, there is enough produce for everyone!

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Continuity of Choice

Mindless chatter, ever reverberating within the walls of our own choosing, incessantly calls for our attention. What if we were to let the moment pass? Would the echoes stir some long forgotten memory of what once was as a remembrance of some imagined commitment that ensures a response will be forthcoming? What if silence filled space with there being nothing left over? Would the mind survive or would commitment take on a new meaning?

Masters of work and play, we can surmise all we wish, but in the end all that will be left is our lack of control. At what point did we wish to become the effect of our causation? If you desire mastery, you will surely experience slavery in your quest. If you desire freedom, how else will it be gained other than through the creation of our own torment? In order for others to exist we must deny ourselves first and allow the universe in through the front door. Welcoming the experience, we never die.

Aligning ourselves with harmonic vibratory emanations keeps the fiddler playing his tune ever more. Dancing, our bountiful existence overflows and spills out onto everyone and everything wherever we may go, never escaping our just rewards. Do you hear the tune, or is that seemingly endless noise in the background what you have come to accept as your own reflection and failing to acknowledge yourself, you pay the piper instead?

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The richness of creation is your bountiful existence. The beauty you bestow is a joy indeed and I take pleasure in the fact that wherever I look, there is none other.

"How about a nice game of chess?"

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Fright

There comes a time for worship and there comes a time for evolution. In fullfillment, our universe changes and suddenly, we find ourselves alive once again. With a fresh perspective, reality takes on a new form and identity. We become something different, and so spread we our wings and test out new found flight going who knows where, doing who knows what. Rpeatedly, we thrash ourselves into oblivion only to arise each and every time with fresh new powder on our face. Engagingly, we seek the company of attributes we so vacantly admire within ourselves. Touching the core, we become alive with the energy of ourselves and seek that fullfillment in others.

The bands of Life draw us ever higher, but for some attainment is unthinkable and unreachable. The scope and breath of it all takes our breath away and so we stare in disbelief as others pass us by enticing us with their wickedness. Determining right from wrong places us and keeps us bound. The idle thoughts of our minds entertain us and create grand illusions in which we partake. There is no waking for the dead.

Here stand eternity, awaiting your arrival, beckoning with it's soft touch. Desensitising ourselves, we endure and to that end we strive with the utmost glee. Arriving is neither desired nor wanted as we flat-out run in the other direction. No one shall pass us alive.

Weary from misbeggon woes of all time, we sing the tune of death and freely pass it on. Our time is at an end, what will you do now? Where will you now run. What manner of place will you devise in which to carry out your own methods of destruction. The only 'here and now' to which you are accustomed has passed along with the ages. Ghosts may haunt you but nothing is as scary as the fright of being called Alive!

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I Long For The Days

Coming and going, I long for the days when communication was like gold, ever looked for and greatly appreciated when received. I long for the times when lynch mobs killed themselves before they would kill another. Sometimes, death can be a long sought for friend.

I long for the days where one's personal right, morals and ethics were individually chosen and regarded as such. The days when enforcement of those individual qualities upon another is not something I warmly remember. Ensuring individual freedom is not something that is highly regarded these days, oh how I miss the past!

When the days of survival began, the wolf packs grew larger and larger, preying upon other wolf packs for territory and food. I long for the days when survival instinct was looked upon as some silly thing to do when you get bored.

I long for the days when Games were played where everyone would become the winner and in a constant display of compassion many times the Games would become totally unpredictable, or so it would appear. Removing an individual from the Games was never contemplated and sometimes there would even be an exchange of players, each warmly welcomed as if for the first time.

I long for the times when listening was part of communication. Not listening to one's own thoughts and ideas, but listening to what another is actually communicating. Placing another above your own thoughts, concepts and ideas is a time that truly deserves to rule. But I am nostalgic that way.

Running for freedom, the group bands together in common purpose, ever increasing the probability of survival. Somewhere along the way, the individual dies so that the group may live. Somewhere along the way, the group ensures the demise of other individuals and takes no heed to those not within it's ranks. To survive, there can be no other.

The time of individual freedom continues to come to a close and in that time I long for the days when a spark of life was truly a marvel of creation. Unique, individual and the embodiment of love and compassion. I long for the days when the disgracing of life is no longer the 'winning' game to be played. I long for the future when one spark may perceive another and have no compulsion to kill it or even to force thinkingness upon it.

Life, in all of it's glory, is just that. Why create something out of nothing?

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Illuminating The Dark

Out reality is such a funny term. Gradients allow us to see at the very edge of the circle of light from our trusty flashlights. Camping out in the darkness, we never quite seem to want to look much beyond. We have our eyes 'properly' adjusted and restrict our own view. There is no telling what's out there, so looking beyond the circle is contemplated little, if at all.

Noises from the dark are a constant reminder to stay with our limited perception. It is safe and comforting to know that we are the masters of our light and control all that we see. Sometimes, we envision using a larger light in which to illume our environment. It is comforting to have and to hold mass. It gives one a sense of well being and promotes an attitude of confidence. Gradients do that. They give one confidence. It's like trading in a small flashlight for a larger and with each new trade our perceptions become keener and keener along with the self confidence of ruling over all that we see. Facing the night alone without the familiar feeling of our trustworthy friend in our hands, is not something we wish to contemplate.

Sooner or later, the local supermarket will run out of flashlights. There is not a great demand for the super giant sized light which will illuminate the entire neighborhood and beyond. Some request for a supply to be stocked, while others laugh with obvious disgust. In either case, the light you seek must be found elsewhere.

Ever expanding our sphere of influence, there comes a time when the illuminated sphere becomes a handicap. Sooner or later, the light must be turned off. How else can one see the beauty of nature without going beyond the circle of perception?

Gradients allow us to obtain knowledge and confidence a little at a time. Slowly but surely, we master our own personal realms. Other realms remain out reality until we come to understand the nature of those realms and the only way to do that is to understand our own first.

From pocket light to solar illumination the order of magnitude demonstrates itself. Will the last one out please turn off the lights. :-)

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It's A Match Made In Heaven

There is a sense of timing, of correctness of impingement, when everything just seems to 'fall into place'. It is during these times we feel whole and complete, satisfied in our knowledge that things are the way that they are supposed to be. We feel as if we are 'one' with our surroundings. Peace is found everywhere we turn our gaze.

There is also a sense when our attention becomes focused along certain well defined paths of thought and knowledge. It is the world in which we live, and when our attention is consumed in the totality of our own thoughts, our surroundings suddenly take on new meaning and definition in ways that, many times, are contrary with which the way things 'should' be. Our expectations always arrive before we do. With trumpet and fanfare, we want those around us to be desirous of what it is we carry forth. Embracing our nature, we rule the universe.

With knowledge comes power, but only in direct relation with those who subscribe to that same knowledge, or more correctly, to those who lack that so-called 'knowledge'. The "have's" and the "have-nots". It's still the same ego trip as confrontational intimidation. The winner is always looked upon as something to be desired, but within that desire lies the trap of self destruction. There is no other way. When winning, be sure you are fully aware of the consequences.

It is always difficult to see reality when thought alignment lies with a sense of 'what should be'. Rearranging your surroundings, the future has hope and begins to take shape. What exactly is the future you desire, and what, exactly, are you willing to do to get there? Who will fall prey to your hopes and dreams? Who will become the slave of your enforcement, all in the name of a 'better' new tomorrow. Out of compassion, there are always some who will share your future, whatever that future may be and hold. Is this the larger picture?

Expanding and contracting, the cycle of survival continues to go around the mulberry bush. Who will stop just long enough to say "What am I doing?". In questioning one's purpose and plans there comes a point to be realized that when those questions go unanswered, we begin to look for them in others. It seems that a requirement to live life, is to search for answers. A spiritual quest is a noble and grand occupation.

The spiritual path is a sacred path because it recognizes the spirit in all things and in all places and especially in all people. Treating another contrary is what is called 'falling off the path'. Some realize when they have fallen, some do not.

When falling, be sure to remember to pick yourself back up and to continue your journey. The path can be a very busy path at times. There may even be some pushing and shoving in order to 'get ahead', but rest assured, it never works out that way. When bumped and tossed about, just remember the path ahead and not be swayed into turning your attention elsewhere. But by all means, turn your attention where ever and whenever and to whoever that will further your quest and enhance your well being, not your comfortable bodily existence, but your spiritual well being. There is a guiding light and that light is within each of us, drawing us deeper and deeper to a fulfillment that thirsts for conquest. That is what is drawing you on. That is what I am drawing you to. It's a match made in heaven.

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New Arrivals Are Always Welcome

The love, the life, the lean-to of regret, all rolled up in one giant confectionery delight. With the smacking of lips and the belch of satisfaction, arriving, there is found new delights, new wonders in which the candy man may embrace his skill and jest. Happily, the children play as Life weeps for the suffering.

Tearful goodbyes and cheerful hellos, mark the passage of time and victory. Gaining ground, the higher realms pass before the eyes of deceit, only to be revealed once again in sun and shadow. For a moment, just a brief instant, time stands still and allows the conviction of satisfaction to play upon it's fur and mane. There is a way of truth and a way of suffering. When suffering commences the future becomes assured and in the surprise at the end of the rainbow, the appearance of gold fills the lands as far as the imagination will allow.

Life captures and releases it's understanding of fate, fame and fortune and yet the depths of despair always seem to return to the now familiar haunts of old. Returning, releasing, regaining and receiving the future holds it's destiny at the fingertips of compassion and knowledge. Without one, the other takes form and pronouncements of birth are freely passed and acknowledged.

New arrivals are always welcome.

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Sand In My Eyes

Intellectual ramblings entertain and enthrall us with their experiential emotive content, but deliver little of substance or value. Value is surmised in regard to emotional content. The higher the content, the bigger the high. Intelligence taxes our emotional constitution and expands space. To what end, it can never be known. The experiential feedback is what is important and the higher the quotient the greater the promise of leading a more fuller and richer life. Intellectual is sounds very stimulating, as it is meant to be. Is that all there is to it?

Beyond the mind and thoughts, beyond sensory experience and imaginings there lies a place where space has no meaning and time exists solely as something that is 'outside'. Content, whatever form or delivery, remains mindless and unequivocally boring. Emotive feedback is looked upon as a flaw in the pure diamond of being. Grasping for straws, the 'outside' becomes the 'inside'.

Here is this place of wild fantasies and chores of our own choosing, we live a life content in the knowledge that knowledge will set us free from the mind's overactive imagination. Nothing resolves life faster than looking elsewhere.

Here is this place of worship and duty, we find the everlasting breath of our forefathers, enticing us ever onward in the dark. Before us lies our destiny as is so clearly demonstrated by looking in the past.

Here is this place of natural beauty, radiating eternal love and light, we see the shadows of our own making and strive to relieve ourselves from ourselves. Capturing our hearts, we yearn to be free.

Here in this place of location and power, eagerly are both sought only to deny it's very existence underneath our feet. Looking elsewhere, we discover.

There is no place like home and home is no place to be. Searching for our just rewards, we find them. Reaping our experiences, we collect them to trade. Playing in the sandbox is such fun!

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The Lost Highwayman

The lost highwayman casts his shadow and upon his mind the wonders unfold, basking in their glory and misrepresentation. Where is the road ahead, beyond which the eyes do not see? Cast unto themselves, the beginnings of life reveal themselves and in a certain remarkable way, they create you and me. We are here for whose pleasure, and what, exactly is the pleasure that is sought by one and all. To seek fame and fortune is to seek disappointment and disgust. Is it the pleasure we deem to be the object of our remorse? Releasing the ties that bind, the pleasure of reality beckons to us as it draws near. Be still as it arrives and caresses your very being. Be still and be in comfort for the end has surely come.

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What Are You Waiting For?

Once upon a time there lived a man with a vision. Visions are not restricted to psychics, lunatics and the Indian Nation. Visions are restricted to those who care, and this man, who enjoyed life because it consisted of Life, had visions of grandeur and hopes that could kill.

Looking upon the time track, the stream of Life carries us forward, ever pushing the envelope of our perceived boundaries, always testing our fortitude and conviction. With purpose, the stream becomes a raging river, carrying unawareness to it's apparent final destination. A vision is like that. A glimpse of what is to come, either by creation or perception.

The man with a vision knew this, and so interpreted his vision correctly. It's statement of purpose was clear and unmistakable. The current of time was to be interrupted. This interruption would create a milepost in which the perception of others would dictate as being 'before' and 'after'. This defining moment in time, altered our future forever.

Within this vision, awareness shifts of thought and perception would occur creating an altered sense of 'now'. The 'now' of time would become everlasting and evermore. Carrying the vision, the raging river would sweep out over existence and leave no marking of it's passage. How could a vision within a vision come to be? How could 'now' become each and every moment? What single catastrophic event could possibly create such effects upon the universe?

This man of long ago certainly saw this, and much more. He had no hope of ignoring, avoiding or even preventing it's occurrence. Acceptance of what is to come is as grand an idea as the acceptance of what already is.

The universe hinges upon a thought and that thought is Freedom. As we play our games in life, our enjoyment fulfills itself day in and day out. Creating the 'spirit of play', we play. After a while, we play so hard that the force of our entire embodiment becomes aligned with the thought 'to win'. Over time, we no longer play for our own enjoyment, we play to capture the enjoyment of others and when that is not enough, we expand the definition of 'others'. Sooner or later, the ultimate occurs. The ultimate position in the Stream of Life comes to pass. The idea of Freedom from our convictions comes to light. In the spirit of play, we once again find the Freedom we seek.

Free from our obligations, duties and actions, we play unburdened with a new sense of 'rightness'. We have a choice.

The Vision of Choice is one of grandeur. It is one where we become the rulers of our destiny and the King of our lands. It is one where we understand that the impact we have on things and others is the very same impact we have on ourselves. We live by living in it's entirety. The choice is not really a choice at all.

Catastrophic events may come and go, but when there is no where and no place to hide, then there will be nothing to face but we ourselves. In the Mirror of Choice, it can been seen that your choice is my choice and my choice is my own. There is no coercion, but one of conviction. The conviction of destiny stands before us.

Visions and visionaries provide a depth of meaning that cannot be attained otherwise. In the determination of your future, become the visionary and you will see that the vision of long ago is the choice of your own free will to extend and express itself. In that expression, the Universe dances with delight. The band is waiting, the dancers in pause. What are you waiting for?

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Are You Still Having Fun?

Out of the Breath of Life we see Ourselves so very clearly. Demonstrated, we become what we see and envision the future we suddenly find ourselves immersed within. Grasping, our bewilderment show itself in the incapacity to understand our plight. Mortality is not just another word for existence.

Stretching our imagination, the Void becomes filled and spills out into the universe creating our playground. We are the playground, and so, gleefully, we become unbridled joy to the unexistence of all else. As children, we embrace the imagination of Now.

Are you still having fun?

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The Mirage of Dreaming

The time of now, the play of now, all encompass the compassion of Enternity awaiting it's final stroke of finality. The end is near, do you feel the passage of time washing through you in it's effort of awakening the sleeping giant?

Slumbering in it's sleep, surrealism comes to pass. Am I there, or am I here? Where is it that I hold council? Selfishly ignoring requests, the giant dimly remembers some passing thought into which obscurity finds safe harbor. Awake oh warrior of the night, the real has never left your side.

Comforting in it's grasp of nebulous flesh, the seeker delights. Can the rewards of existence be far behind?

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Reality Check

What is it about alternate experiences that draws us in? Do we look for relief from the current experiences we are fully immersed within and unable to escape from? Looking beyond our immediate sight, we seek and yet cannot find. Tentatively, we try each pair of shoes on to see if THIS is the one that will fit, only to eventually discover that ALL shoes merely hold the promise of protection. Protection from ourselves can never be fulfilled and remains as empty as the experiences we seek to relieve ourselves from ourselves. Looking in the mirror, we refuse to believe.

Escaping from our own clutches of desperation, we find ourselves right back where we started. Hoping against hope that THIS time we will have succeeded in our endeavors of fanciful flight. Exactly as we remain, we continue to see the world in all of it's enshrining wrappings. Would we have it any other way?

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Reflections of A Divine Nature

I am the way, the thought, the deed of all action and reaction. What exists is that embellishment called 'I'. Movement upon the surface of Life creates the depth and breath of the universe at large. Micro and macro cosmic endeavors exist purely for my selfish benefit. Among the pearls of wisdom lies the dormant and ever active aspect of survival. It is called none other than Living.

Where else can the Light shine forth other than in one's own living room of despair. Among the deep dark embers we call ourselves, the existence of loneliness creates the need for the effects of our impingement upon the living waters of our thoughts - and dreams. Sleepily we awaken to the depth of our soul and discover that the reflection ceases when it knows thy self. Even when an inkling of existence is experienced thoughts continue to roam but the wayward seeks it's stability of beingness.

Peace and solitude surrounds and encompasses our true love. There is no love and our seeking discovers discovery and leaves it at that. Killing for pleasure we ourselves die and become the beam in one's own eye. Life exceeds it's value and as for our own, we cease when we become.

Struggling to play we struggle no further than the thought. Action arises and withdraws along with the ebb and flow of time. All exists for our pleasure, have we surely died and gone to heaven? Behold your surroundings and let the indication become that heaven has never left us and all of our actions, thoughts, and deeds reflect the pure essence of our Father.

We struggle to struggle and gain the understanding of what that is. The beauty and grace with which we arise from remains no matter how we may think otherwise. We can never awaken to discover anything. All we can do is what we do which reflects the nature of the divine. Every expression, every thought, every deed is glorious in it's demonstration. Would God have it any other way?

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Watch For Oncoming Traffic

Displacing ourselves, we see beyond the hopes and dreams of our ancestors and ensure that the quest for survival becomes our life-long endeavor. We are the next generation, fully endowed with the promise of a bright and glorious new future. Unfortunately, this future is not of our own choosing, but becomes our own through the last rite and testament of our firmly held beliefs. Faith and hope, our partners in crime, exhibit the tendencies which endear us toward gathering wool and seed during the fall harvest of our existence. In the desert, beauty becomes what we think it is.

Forward in motion, we set the time on edge, hoping against hope that our forefathers we correct in their assessment for we must live on if not by nature then by gratitude for those who have come to pass. Nothing rewards our good behavior as well as our own selfish desires. Desirelessness leads to destruction and from there all hell breaks loose.

The proof which we hold most high are those thoughts which will carry us the furthest in our seasonal quest for existence. Living life to it's fullest creates the godliness with which we sacrifice all sort of things in all manner of ways. Where there is an occasion, there is a method to invoke the madness lying just below the surface our dreams. Breaking the mold, butterflies embrace the climatic episodial duration of limitless time and become as free as the thought with which it was created.

Going beyond the bounds, we find ourselves beyond. Looking back, we wonder where have all the good ones gone? Searching ahead, the road seems desolate and deserted, but upon inspection surprise runs rampant as we become trampled under foot by the oncoming traffic. There is life everywhere we look, can't someone do something about this?

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A Daily Constitutional

Lacking in fortitude, we reach for the stars to belay our hopes and fears trusting in another place to easy our pain and suffering. Allowing ourselves to becomes overwhelmed with emotional content, we delve into our imagination to come up with something 'new'. Evermore, we cry in despair. The solitude within which we have placed ourselves encompasses the entirety of our meager existence, and beyond. Stretching, we reach the breaking point of desire and snap. Nothing remains as it once was other than within that same bag of tricks of where we pull all else from. It is new and grand, realizing that we know nothing. Remembering our past, our imagination works overtime. Freeing ourselves from our own entrapments keeps us entertained. Expanding our horizons, we gain more room in which to play. Creation fulfills space and the space we create expands for all eternity. Where else is it that dreams become reality?

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For An Empty Case, They Will Come

"Case? I don have no stink'in case."

A case contains something, whatever that 'something' is. From clothes to mental concepts, it's containment allows for a certain amount of freedom in one's exterior exploration. Why does one need to carry around baggage in order to see the sights, you might ask. Good question.

Packaging mental concepts nice and neatly, so that they will all fit into their proper place in a case takes skill. Every once in a while you may run across someone who is just so sloppy that their mental concepts are in total disarray with some even hanging out of the case, being dragged and bounced here and there into other people's space. On the opposite extreme, there are those who go to extraordinary lengths in order to categorize, tag, and clearly mark each and every piece of mental mass that they carry with them. We wouldn't want to misplace any one of our darlings, would we?

Sometimes, you see travelers who travel light, and come and go in a blink of an eye. It's a wonder that they survive at all, in this harsh, extreme environment. How does one survive without the bare necessities? And then, there are those who take forever as they unload all of their baggage before they, themselves, arrive. It is like an announcement of importance. The number of cases needed to contain mental concepts equates to the elevation of importance. I guess one way of handling an enormous amount of one's mental constructs is to announce that it is a good thing to have, and very desirous as well!

Sometimes, if you are very, very, lucky, you may run across someone whose case is completely empty, and missing as well. There just won't be anything there. These kinds of people are actually very easy to spot, not only by direct observation, but by observing other people's reactions to them as well. Most likely, what you will see is avoidance. People tend to shun them and look askew at them with uncertainty. People always recognize the real from the illusion and when faced with reality they tend to run away. Very fast.

It's really very easy to find or create a case in which to store your personal possessions. From the flimsy to the indestructible, there are plenty to choose from. From small to humongous, there is a size just right for everyone. Sometimes, you can even get one with a few mental concepts preinstalled. I bet that if you asked, you can add-on almost any accessory that you ever needed and wanted in a case. From self propelling to automatic loading and unloading, you may find just the right customization for you.

There have been times when someone, through neglect, has actually lost their case during their travels. When purchasing a case make sure that you get the additional insurance that guarantees a safe return for all lost items. If you think that you are free of them, just wait a little while, there are bound to show up, and are usually well cared for during their absence. There is a saying: "For an empty case, they will come." Indeed they do.

There is a little known secret in this universe. Hardly anyone knows about it and they certainly don't advertise it. The little known fact is that cases are completely superfluous. There is absolutely no rhyme or reason for the necessity of a case, except one. It's called the sales pitch. Most people buy into it, very few do not.

There used to be a saying that went something like this: "Come as you are, there's no use in pretending to be something you are not."

Underneath all those mental concepts, ideas and wild opinions, there lies something, completely naked and free. Perhaps the next time that you reach into your case for a change of clothes, you may stop, just for a moment, and say to yourself: "What am I doing?".

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Friendly Self Importance

Importance requires us to perceive along a very narrow band of perception. Relative importances requires us to perceive along these same narrow bands. Restricting perception, whatever or whereever we place out attention, it is there that importance is born. Our attention gives importance definition.

Where that attention is placed determines perception. How focused that attention is tuned is in direct proportion to the importance we place upon the object of perception. With importance, nothing else exists.

Consider self-importance. The self is considered as being more important than another self. The amount of attention in which you place upon yourself determines just how selfish you are. No one can even come close to your own egoic tendencies. It is called survival of the fittest and through that demonstration you consider that all will be destroyed.

That destruction takes many forms. Anger, sarcasm, violence, greed, fear and hopes for the future all exude importance. An individual cannot help but demonstrate their own importance in everything that they see, do and say. Even the air around an individual can become 'charged' with the importance of their self. It seeks destruction and by becoming associated with it in any way, through physical or mental means, you can be assured that your destruction becomes threatened. You react and in that reaction war is initiated. The war of selves, of the ego, spills forth upon the land and will not be denied until another submits. With submission comes loss of importance and this is not something which can be easily acquiesced.

Feeling the heat of emotion, the warning of what is to come can be denied. Knowing the depths of self importance and of the many forms it takes helps to keep the wolf at bay. It is an aspect of ourselves that we will go to great lengths to hide and yet is easily perceived by all.

Conquering importance necessitates the acquisition of knowledge. Dominating our urge of domination is not for the faint of will. Taking control of your life, your thoughts and your future requires it none-the-less. Freeing ourselves from ourselves is a full time job in which little time is left for demonstrating our importance to, and through, others. Allowing ourselves expression is not the same as allowing ourselves to dominate. The only way to set yourself free is to become as important as the wind which scents the air with a thought that always seems to be on the very edge of our awareness and yet full comprehension escapes us as to what that thought is.

Exhibiting understanding is not the same as importance. The two are remarkably dissimilar. If you really wish for the importance of yourself, then by all means, fully understand what the makeup of that importance is. I can assure you, it will be found to be something quite different than what you have deigned to be important.

We are all just the shadows on the wall of life. As one shadow says to another "You are the illusion, I, the real." Fooling ourselves in playing the importance game fools no one but yourself. Have you had enough of your own self importance yet? When you do, you will find others looking to you for guidance. Don't make the mistake in thinking that those who seek your guidance are like you, yourself. Domination requires us to learn methods and techniques from all sorts of avenues. Ultimately, in that learning there will come a time when the light goes on and self importance will be allowed to fall by the wayside. Believe me, it is not the friend you so wish it to be.

No matter the cloak, self importance seeks survival. Do you?

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I Got Game

There is a 'clearing' game going on. It's purpose is to relieve and unburden the souls who inhabit this planet, to make them more able. It is a game that promises spiritual freedom and the opportunity to ensure your future. Your participation in the game will become rewarding, fulfilling and those around you, who you get to join in the game, will be thankful. It will be one big happy game playing family. This is one game.

Another game pits the freedom fighters against the enslavers. It is a game where there is a constant battle to defeat the enslavers, in all of their forms and deeds and in order to come out on top in the exchange, you must first ensure your future by 'clearing' yourself. The 'old' is not a 'good' game anymore, there is something much, much grander and enjoyable. This is another game.

When spiritual freedom becomes confused with playing a game, the school yard always becomes a serious affair. Some sides in a game will actively, and forcefully, solicit the addition of new players. Some will even force their players to sign drafts, ensuring that the players become totally committed to the game put forth. Some like the use of terror tactics, saying that you will suffer a spiritual death if you do not agree to play. In game play, in order to enlarge the player list, the team will always make less of other games, other sides and other players. It happens all the time.

A master game player is one who has risen to a point where they feel they can direct, motivate, play or not play any game at will. This is quite an ability, but what does it have to do with spiritual freedom.?

Spiritual freedom is not being free to play someone else's game, to continue playing whatever game you are currently playing, or even to go out and play 'conquer planet Earth'. Spiritual freedom is a release from the compulsion, the fear, the intimidation of restricting one's space. It requires that the individual be allowed the freedom, the understanding and the compassion, to seek, find and realize. Not to seek, find and realize that there are better games to be played, but to become more mature spiritually.

When you see a pointing finger, giving you some 'logical' explanation as to why one side of the game should be avoided, then you can expect that pointing finger to extend it's reach deep within the recesses of your soul. There is but one pointing finger and that is you. You are the master of your universe, if someone tells you that you are not, then ask: what it is that they want. The answers will be forthcoming, but spiritual freedom will always be in relation to goals, purposes, and plans. The game continues.

Outside of the game, there is a knowingness of what is right. That knowingness is already within you. If you wish to play a game, then please continue, I am not out to destroy them, subvert them, or to create the fear of a loss of players in some 'new' game. Beyond games lies spiritual freedom, not in them. Games require rules, boundaries, goals and purposes. Spiritual freedom does not; you become free not to the detriment of some other player, but to the benefit of something far greater.

There are very, very few places on this earth where you can go to attain, not the freedom to play any game you wish, but to be free. Period. There are those, all through time, who have successfully found those people and places and found what it is that they were looking for. Scientology requires the belief of the infallibility of it's leader and leaders. It is a religion marketed as being based upon completely new concepts and ideals with sky-high purposes and plans. It also tramples upon the wisdom and the knowledge of those that came before it. The best, at this time, that it can offer, is the promise of making you into a better player. Not spiritual freedom, but better game playing and the promises of enhanced abilities to play that game. Is this the end of the line?

Spiritual freedom can be found where ever it is that you take yourself on your quest. From the Church of Scientology to UFO alien cults, your freedom becomes increasingly defined and refined. When you become locked in a fixed position, you become a player of choice. Don't play to win, because it's a losing game. Instead, find spiritual freedom and vanquish your demons. Time has nothing to do with it other than to create a haste for a purpose.

If there is a belief that we are immortal souls, then why is it that we must guarantee our future? Is there such a fixation on the body and it's related conditions, that nothing else can be contemplated? While playing spiritual games, please remember that after a while, we all grow up and leave them behind.

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Not All Is As It Appears

Detailing the life we lead, what is left to be said, what more could we possibly add to the already overflowing abundance of words and concepts, thoughts and ideas which we hold so very dear to our eternal hearts? All that could be added is nothing, and in that expression of nothingness, the life we lead takes form and shapes the future into which we fall headfirst. There is no stopping the train of existence.

Expounding upon our imagination, we create and create some more. There is never enough and baring our souls, we will do anything to ensure that the life we create survives. It must, or we ourselves will be in jeopardy. We, and all that we call our own, must survive and does. It outlives us and we find that our lives begin to take form based strictly upon that survival. Thoughts no longer run free and unencumbered, but now must be restricted and tightly controlled. Seeking beyond our boundaries is never contemplated.

Progressing through life, we stumble and fall over and over again, never considering alternatives. The way we see is the only way we see. There is no spontaneous life. Well cared for, we ensure that each new day greets us with the expectation of our most frivolous whims and desires and yet again, it all comes up empty of meaning and purpose. Shallow waters are the waters of life while the deep calls to the void found within the dark recesses of our souls. Calling, we turn away and avoid the destiny which we have created for ourselves. Holding off the wolves, we fear for our lives.

Escaping from ourselves, we find the turmoil in which to take refuge. Safe, we become overcome with pain and suffering, gladly enduring the prospects of more of the same. From the darkest pit we arise and take flight, escaping nothing and leaving nothing. There is an end in sight, but no where is it to be found.

Arriving at the gates of our demise, we beseech the almighty to release our self made chains. No call is answered, no loving touch received. Not all is as it appears.

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Oh, Nothing

I have nothing to do. On the days that I have nothing to do, I will do almost anything than to sit down and do nothing. Nothing is not a very comfortable word in which to settle into. It is also a word that should not even be in the dictionary. Whatever demon created such a word as 'nothing', should be banned into... well, nothingness. Nothing is an absolutely terrible and horrendous word, especially when someone is so rude as to give it away when asked a question.

"What are you doing?".

"Oh, nothing."

NOTHING!? If nothing existed, then we would be without something and if that something did not exist how could someone have the gall to suggest that 'nothing' could exist at all without something in which it must take hold.

I have nothing to do. I am no one and have no life. There is no where to go and nothing to say. No one even exists for me. Good thing that I have a mind in which my imagination can create worlds without end and things, and things, and things, in which to do even more things. I am never alone when I have my thoughts. Sometimes, it's gets so noisy that I actually have to leave myself for a while just to 'get away'. I'd much rather have nothing to do than to live in a nightmare where the only thing to do is the doing itself.

Nothing escapes my detection. I know it all and have done it all. What else is there for me now? Who can provide the toys of my childhood? Creating is so easy to do and once the doing gets started, well then, nothing can possibly stand in it's way. Can running around a telephone pole be any more rewarding? Doing something is better than doing nothing, but when it comes time to doing nothing, then the fight just sort of seems to leave. When nothing arrives, there always seems to be someone there to greet it. Why is it?

In reality, I have lots to do. In fact, I have so much to do that it is absolutely impossible for me to get it all done in one day. If I really wanted to accomplished everything that I wanted to do, I would have to live for a long, long, long time. Why, I could even devote one single lifetime to just contemplation. Just contemplation, nothing else. Another lifetime could easily be chewed up by catching up on all the movies that have ever been made. Good thing that archives exist, because I like to make use of them - frequently.

There is so much to do that I could even take pleasure of the doing in the doing. How exciting! This could go one forever. How on Earth could anyone in their right mind even consider the possibility of doing nothing. NOTHING!? That is one weird word. As a matter of fact, I think that it should be eliminated from the English language. What sort of demon would sit down one day and say to itself: "You know, I think that I'll spoil someone's day today.", and off he goes to do NOTHING! It just gives me the shivers to even THINK about it!

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Pointing Fingers Tell Tales

THAT organization doesn't have the correct technology. THAT organization doesn't use standard scientology and is therefor a waste of time. THAT organization uses altered technology and produces an overt product. Pointing fingers tell tales and when they rule out all others, the right choice is supposed to be made. If the choice is yours how do you make the 'right' choice when it seems at times that everyone is pointing to everyone else and making less of them. There is only one best, and that best is the choice you make. The nice thing about choice is that you can change your mind.

Freedom is for everyone, not just for those who point fingers in order to further their own goals and purposes. Your freedom depends not upon others ensuring that you get your fair share. Your freedom depends upon your own ability to choose rightness. Your rightness, not someone else's.

I take a lot of flak when someone comes to me and says "choose". Am I to be so presumptuous as to choose for another? Am I to limit another in their quest of scaling their own bridge? All that I can do is suggest a few alternatives. From Knowledgism, to the official CoS organization, I've suggested them all. Of course that makes me unpopular in the 'standard' circles, but I have no use for Ron's valences haunting me in the night ensuring the future that, they say, he has created, and passed down especially for me. Clearing is a child's game, and when you get your fill, you begin to grow into an adult. Have you ever recognized Ron in those who listen, over and over again, to the sound of his voice on the numerous tapes that exist. These people desire, so badly, to be like him that they begin to act like him, 50's language and all. And then they turn around and tell you that you're an sp for saying what's on your mind. The proof in a technology is it's practical application, and so far with all of the enemies so easily being made, perhaps the realization will hit that these people don't have a clue, or a real understanding, of what scientology is. Maybe it's just that they need to study harder, to listen to just a few more tapes, again. It's not a clearing contest anymore, it's a 'be like Ron' contest. And for those that call the dead names, in an attempt at a wake up call, they are met with the, now standard, 'sp' declare. There is a day coming when certain aspects of the Free Zone will begin to openly shun and avoid certain people. As the power struggle enlarges, the causalities will begin to mount up and the tale will be told that 'that one' can be taken care of later. How sad for a spiritual teaching to become so degraded.

Knowledge is lost, and it becomes found. Perhaps there is something missing in the equation. Knowledge without understanding remains knowledge, and if you just study a little longer, listen to a few more tapes, the answer will be revealed. It's not going to happen. The answer is already here. Learn and understand. Learn and understand for yourself, don't make that learning or understanding someone else's. It's your jewel to hold forever. Freedom is not freedom to applaud at material objects, burn incense before images, or to lay down your soul in appreciation to another. That is enslavement. If someone wanted you to be free, they would enable you to find the answers on your own. There is no force or marketing tricks employed. It is jut a pure hearted desire to allow you to open yourself just enough to catch a glimpse of the truth. Graven images, whether dead or alive serve no other purpose than to focus your attention. I'd much rather have you focus your attention on the duties of spiritual enlightenment instead.

Don't get me wrong. I admire any spiritual understanding in it's true form. It speaks to the heart, to the very core of your being and vibrates in harmony. When the awareness of that vibratory activity goes unnoticed, all sorts of calamities begin to fall.

I am an enslaver, an implanter and a doer of no good. These terms have always been used, through out time, to help focus attention on the emergency of one's own spiritual future. Some cultures tell scary stories to create the same effect, but what it comes down to is fear. I do not share the same fear of those who wish to frighten little children into behaving as they 'should'. The future is now and always will be. Your survival depends upon nothing, because you are an immortal being. The beingness called 'you' survives no matter how hard you try to 'kill' it. Forgetfulness is it's cousin. Sooner or later, you're going to come to know certain 'things'. Sooner or later, you'll find out that you are so much more than what everyone around here tells you that you are. Stealing clients is good for business. Spiritual freedom doesn't cost a cent.

And that is what I wish for you. Spiritual freedom with no strings attached. No ideology, no deity worship, no trappings of this or any other universe. You are the dynamic that exists above all dynamics. Your journey of spiritual discovery has brought you here, to this place, to this time. It has been said that the downward spiral has caught us all, but I say otherwise. As beingnesses, the evolvement continues. It hasn't ended, and will not end for a time. Until then, I wish for you a journey filled with more than the delights you could imagine for yourself. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

From the physical to the mental to the spiritual, the route is just a route. The clear path already defined by others is illusionary. There is no path because no one has yet made it out and come back to tell you, and they won't either. If you follow someone, blindly thrashed and hacking their way through the forest, there can be only one result. If you are to follow someone, follow yourself to what you know is right and correct, and if doubts arise, well then there are always teachings to be found to help set you right.

The difference between a proper spiritual path and an illusionary one is that the illusion must make you believe in order to survive. The real does not. The real does not require servitude or weekly blessings. It does not require being hypnotized by listening to tapes over and over again. The real is what becomes true for you and you alone. How can you help another when your own self is in dire need? To help yourself is to help another. Charity begins at home and with charity to yourself, you allow the truth to reveal itself. Yes, it does reveal itself. From the drunken man on the street who you may look at in disgust, to the prim and proper fashion queen, demonstrating their gift to all who will see. The truth isn't 'out there', it's 'in here'. Within you lies the spiritual vastness of the unknown. When the seeking stops, the finding begins. When the finding stops, understanding reigns. After understanding, you will not see the truth, but know the truth.

Looking for answers in another leaves questions for yourself. You are the answer and the solution to your own totality. Whatever road you take to get there, gets you there. But you must take the first step on your own. Be true to yourself and uncover the truth that will reveal yourself. Not the truth of another, but of yourself. You are the Truth, the Light and the Way. I know it and you know it.

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'Rightness' of Game

When we start to play the 'rightness' game, who will be the survivor? To what depth of understanding will we play our games with the black and white hats and to what extent will we allow the enjoyment of them to escape our grasp.

There is a teaching called Scientology. It contains concepts and ideas that allow one to discover for oneself, things about themselves, and others. This is accomplished with the understanding that what is true for you, is true for you. You learn at your own pace and understanding, and the compassion to accept that pace and level of understanding is set in stone. The most valuable final product of Scientology, is you, yourself. You are the most important and prized particle in this universe, not admiration, but thetan.

In the games of life, there is nothing more important, absolutely nothing more important, than your spiritual well being. To find out what is true for you, you must go out and find it. Search, discover, study, audit; learn other philosophies, other cultures and come to your own understanding of what is true - for you. I trust in the final end product of that journey. I trust in the principals, not in the conceptualization of principals, but in the actual understanding of what the Scientlogy religion is and does. It helps to lead you to your destiny, and that destiny is what is true for you. It is not what is true for another, it is what you have discovered for yourself.

The tools are there to assist you in that discovery. They are not there to enforce that discovery, to win converts for some particular side or another. They are the tools of spiritual freedom. What you do with that, is up to you. But the search for truth is a sacred search for truth and it is one that I jump for joy when another captures it for themselves.

May your journey be everything that you wish it to be, and more...

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Roller Coastering

With love comes the knowledge that we are not alone. Struggling, we seek to encompass the totality and yet never seem to quite capture even a satisfactory portion of it. We yearn for more and die in the result. Life has it's up and downs and as we enjoy the roller coaster ride through life and times we slowly come to realize that we can't get off and so we struggle even more.

There is always the promise of a future, in which attainment is baited with glee. In that attainment, we die. Living life is not what you think it is, and as the roller coaster barges through eternity, we look out and feel secure in our safe and secure vantage point. Do we know any other?

We are not alone and yet we feel that we must be alone. Can feelings be trusted as time rushes through our hair during the pinnacle of the rise? Can we trust another who says, "Hold on, you are going to love this!", as we take the downward spin into oblivion? Breaking the cycle will deny you the pleasures and it will deny you the pain. Are you willing to release the glee which you were given to have and to hold?

Struggling to hold on to our conveyance, we seek like-minded souls who know that same dark pit of self despair. We take comfort in the knowing that there are others who share our very same fate. Living and dieing together, we clamor for the best seat. We yearn for the exhilaration of the best and the most.

That is the roller coaster through time and eternity, carrying you and your thoughts evermore. Fooling yourself into believing that this is living life to it's fullest benefits no one. The one who fools becomes foolish themselves. Shall we coin the roller coaster clown, acting out for all to see that the illusion of life is grand.

Beyond the coaster of your dreams, on the very edge of your 'sanity', you will find that there exists no free rides through life and times. How do you grow as a spiritual being when wishes are harbored to remain as a child. How do the ups and downs cease in contrast to your fervent wishes otherwise. Sooner or later there comes a point of no return. Will you wait for the moment in which to lose yourself, or have you already succumbed?

Beyond the gleeful existence of the ups and downs of life and times there lies the participatory existence of life itself. Are you ready to join life itself or shall you have just one more ride around the track?

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The Gift of Life

There is a time and there is a place. Do you know when and which is the one of your own choosing, or are they both completely out of your hands. Giving up is an option best left to the less fortunate. Fortunately, as we stumble through life and living we become forced to come to terms with our own destiny and to recognize that, in living, there is a time and a place for everything. Spring cleaning is not just an after-winter chore.

Enfolding ourselves in the embrace of our existence, we come to see that our time is unlimited, but in the moment of that measurement, we become captured in the place we call home. Time holds it's bountiful existence in abeyance as we consider, for a moment or two, and in that consideration we seem to lose our place in life. Cleaning up after a hard day's work is just another chore on the long list of unfilled duties. In due time, we pay the price.

Placing ourselves squarely in the forefront of the experiences we rush into, the consequences seems little of consequence. Our doom evolves slowly but surely, but sooner or later, time comes to the rescue. We face our own fears and we overwhelm ourselves with images of ourselves. Can there be enough time to unravel the mysterious quest we seem to fervently deny while forcefully demonstrating it's existence. Responsibility always comes at the end of the rope, just in time.

Forever thankful as we play the mute, time eases all pains and sorrows. Exchanging one life for another, over and over again, our heads become filled with dancing sugar plums in the night. Happily, we become comforted in the knowledge that our dreams are not the reality we fulfill our lies with. When the river runs dry, either the need vanishes or a new search begins. On a spiritual quest, the thirst overwhelms us and carries us forward into the ocean of time and space.

There is only one thing that I wish. I wish for you all the happiness that exists in this universe, and more. May the emptiness become overflowing and spill upon those around you. And when that flow makes it's way to me I shall give thanks that the river moves in, and about, you. You see, there is a time and there is a place, and that is exactly where I will be waiting for you.

The Gift of Life knows no death. You are that Gift and the Life is that which you have overflowed since the beginning of time. Without you, things just wouldn't be quite the same. :-)

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