I composed the following text as a comment on Les Visible's most recent post. As usual, his offering merits my highest praise and heartiest recommendation.
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Dear X and all who doubt that great justice is at hand,
I know your fear, for it has touched me as well in my more clouded, less coherent moments. Yet I have faith.
There are plans and there is the Plan. Those who would conspire for personal gain under the banner of evil and those who are aligned with divine purpose. Those enslaved and divided by fear and those liberated and united in love. You ask which side will prevail in this apocalypse? Will you trust in shifting appearances interpreted by your limited human mind? Or will the inner knowing of your perfect wholeness provide you the only answer you need beyond a shadow of a doubt?
We are here for a reason.
The deceivers are themselves deceived. Based on clues provided by Q and the info sleuthed out by tireless anons, all of which seem to gel into a highly coherent picture, I believe that the dark chess pieces who still remain un-neutralized and un-turned have been lured into a trap. By design, they believe they have won, are winning, and can still win. Their hubris and delusional overconfidence has doomed them.
Even some anons are having doubts, now that appearances seem to indicate that "Chyna" Joe Biden will be sworn in. They are not thinking clearly. They are allowing fear to cloud their judgment. I believe the optics of appearing to have lost the US presidency are necessary to this stage of the plan to cleanse evil from the planet. Trump and the "Alliance" are playing a highly complex and divinely inspired game. All of it is scripted. We are "watching a movie" play out, as Q says. Just as the bad guys have been in league with demonic forces unseen, the good guys have been subtly guided, protected, and inspired by heavenly forces. The great drama nears a climactic moment of brilliant, breathtaking reversal.
We are meant to reclaim our birthright as children of God. This is what this time is all about.
Rejoice! We are not abandoned unto chaos and tyranny. We are being put step by step through a program of soul awakening and ascension, individually and collectively. Surrendered to the Almighty, your human self may play its part with joy and gratitude.
Yes, there are dark moments when it seems like all is lost. In these moments lies the great blessing of humility. When we are brought to our lowest point, we can truly experience that all we can rely upon is the ineffable Divine.
Thank you, Visible, for bringing through your excellent, eloquent, and elegant compositions in the service of God and man. Your work is appreciated more than you can know or imagine. Blessings be upon you and all those who visit you.
Where we go One, we go All. Peace!
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I'll close with some pictures from an outing I and a couple of friends made to a nearby nature spot on Monday, January 11. We enjoyed the silence and some tea and cookies. I drummed and sang a prayer of blessing to the Creator. It was beautiful.
Such fascinating and dramatic times.
There’ve been so many compelling stories to follow. Pizzagate is
absolutely mind-blowing in its impact on the collective awareness. It
has galvanized a huge popular movement, as I privately predicted when
it first came out. I also predicted that this megascandal would be
the final tipping point leading to the Satanic elite’s downfall.
The abduction, trafficking, ritual sexual abuse and blood sacrifice
of innocent children on this grand a scale, this endemically
entangled in the entrenched power structure of black magic and
blackmail, coming out in such an undeniable and concrete way, is an
irreversible step over the line. The shock, rage, and disgust it
evokes are so deep and powerful that I knew there was no way this
would just blow over and yield to business as usual.
(I tried and failed to
implement a Javascript embedded Facebook post here, so I’ll just
link you to where I posted
on the subject.)
The perps and their puppets are
pulling out all the stops to keep the lid on this. The “fake news”
psyop meme was rolled out just around the time Pizzagate was breaking
in the “alternative” media. Reddit deleted and banned the
/r/pizzagate subreddit, a major early platform for the crowdsourced
investigative effort. In a parallel development dubbed “Twittergate,”
a user named Molly employed an algorithm to detect networks of linked
Twitter accounts and discovered a huge pedophile ring whose members
were using the site to share obscene images involving children. Other
similarly appalling rings have been uncovered by Molly since. Twitter
shut down her account to protect the guilty. Both houses, Reddit and
Twitter, have been leaned on at the top, and the top has succumbed.
These efforts are
self-defeating. The more they clamp down on consciousness, the more
the pressure of awakening builds. The ever-expanding experience of
the One that we are has no limits on what it can do. It has
manifested an unprecedented rise in both audience and participation
in the new media: an unsquashable, horizontal response to top-down
hierarchy. It has redirected traffic from Reddit and Twitter to the
new Gab platform, a free-speech
utopia that combines the best of both.
Everyone seems to have an opinion on
President-elect Donald Trump. I am confident that he will be able to
set off some positive changes, both directly through his
actions and indirectly through what he inspires and catalyzes in
others. It seems clear that the bloodline oligarchs and their
tentacles are doing and will do everything they can to trip him up,
undermine and compromise him. Just how much he is already compromised
remains unknown. Some of the perennial pessimists of the
conspiracy-rabbit-hole corner have had him pegged as a Rockefeller
asset for some time. Some believe he is being played and used since
day one. I think he’s very well informed, very aware of the real
situation behind the scenes and has a lot of tricks up his sleeve.
He’s obviously highly intelligent and shrewd, much smarter than the
limited vocabulary of his campaign speeches would indicate. The
accusations of bigotry and racism are no more than the tired, empty
rhetoric of a perpetually-victimized and -outraged leftist fringe
whose credibility outside its own echo-chamber confines is a thing of
yesterday. Trump has shown some very promising signs and I remain
cautiously optimistic on the surface while rediscovering, again and
again, more and more, a supreme confidence in the perfection of all
things, deep down in my core. [Edit: lest we get too high on the hopium, here's a piece that shows Trump is far from clean, pals around with some ugly beings, and has a history of leaning more toward expediency than principle when it comes to the truth.]
The pendulum of public opinion has
indeed swung back, bringing the formerly-suppressed, so-called
alt-right into a position of more favor. I think the alt-right has
largely been a reaction against the destructive cultural Marxism of
the left. I think the left and the right are both very needed
political currents that need not be at each other’s throats,
exchanging insults in lieu of thoughtful dialogue. What we do need is
consensus on the facts. This is something the Dark cannot allow to
arise—hence the flood of distractions, the inflammatory trolling
and baiting, the onslaught of disinfo, the dumbing down, the
corralling of the range of thought, the censorship, the threats of
violence—anything to divide us and obscure the facts. I see that
consensus growing exponentially. It's already far past the point of
no return. The facts of our situation are staring us in the face. We
who are aware cannot remain on the sidelines. We are needed in this
fight.
The spiritual war goes far beyond
politics. It is a war that is fought on every front. It is only a war
from the perspective of duality; non-duality integrates conflict with the underlying non-conflict. We are simultaneously being called to choose a side and to
transcend all sides. If we want a unified world of live and let live,
of marvelous diversity and excellence and freedom, then we must
respond to both of these calls. We must remain both vigilant and at
peace within ourselves. The journey of self-reunification is what we
are on. The fruits of success will be beyond imagining. We should
have the audacity to envision exactly what we really want and the
humble gratitude in advance that attracts that vision into our
reality.
I love you all. May supreme
confidence in the goodwill of the One overcome your every doubt and
fear. Not by drowning them out, but by calmly and lovingly embracing
them in the light of the timeless, living truth. May your intentions
be conscious, courageous, and liberating. Namaste, fellow warriors.
We got this.
This is the wall of
frustration that meets us at some point along the way. At some point,
more revelation of the dirty deeds of the damned feels impotent,
pathetically redundant, and our heart beats with the cadence of a
terrible, implacable rage that calls out for revolution... and
resolution. Yes, the peace we truly desire is deep within us, we can
feel it and it sustains us. We know that the Source of us all has
allowed these things to come to pass for the purpose of
demonstration. But our hunger for a world free of these pestilential
nuisances and demons run amok, our fervent thirst for a world safe
for innocence to come out and play, will not be denied, nor sated
before that world is a reality. What will it take? What are we
willing to do, in real terms, for the coming into being of that
world?
Everything. Let this be
our cause and our commitment. Nothing less than our very all. Let us
dedicate every breath, every awareness, every action to the cause of
liberation. Let us use this insane illusion that impinges on our
senses as the impetus for our growth into the very beings we came
here to be. Beings powerful enough to wipe these miscreants off the
face of the earth like the scum that they are. Beings wise enough to
know, embrace and establish a way of life that will endure. Beings
fully conscious of our connection to the all, of our purpose in life.
Beings unattached and unencumbered, yet fully present and active.
Beings of immortal essence.
In my heart, I forgive
these brothers and sisters so far gone in the whirlpool of evil.
Their fate is not a happy one. I do not rejoice at the harm
inflicted, layer upon layer, level through level, by and through and
in their hierarchy of falsehood. I do not excuse a single loveless
act. I know that the One who redeems me redeems also them. I pray
that as many as may be might find a way to less punishing locales on
their soul’s journey, that even the demons themselves might avoid
eternal torment if they can. But that is up to each individual. It is
an exercise of free will to choose light over darkness. I know that
there is but one Will, and relinquish all desire to criticize it. My
very existence is an expression of that same Will. How shall I know
its purposes? It is not my place but to be what I am, to know what I
seem to know, to carry out this journey I gave to myself in the
enlightened halls of eternity (and add a ‘relatively’ to both
E-words there).
I do not rejoice in error.
I do rejoice in the sure and sublime promise of that error’s
correction, in the ending of the horror film that it wrote. I rejoice
in the possibilities given to me in each moment: to choose an
expanded view, to see the One that we are in the eyes of another, to
give thanks for all the miraculous gifts I have been given, to free
myself from the grip of sin. This mind-body automaton does what it
does according to its apparent abilities and inclinations, subject to
all that is unconscious about it; I am free to watch and offer
whatever comment I choose, engage with the now while disentangling
from false identities. I can marvel at the mystery of divine Will and
thrill at the grace opportunity to actively participate and work
together with it.
It is a gift to be allowed
and able to write these words. It is a gift to know that I am on the
way Home. It is a gift to share this little space, this passing
moment, with you, my intrepid fellow traveler. Do we not take comfort
and find strength in fellowship with one another?
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It’s now several hours
after I typed the words above. I was directly given an opportunity to
apply some of the wisdom implicit in what I had just spelled out on
screen. It’s one thing to say (or write) the words, and quite
another to put the principles behind them into practice.
“Am I my brother’s
keeper?”
No, we cannot control nor
be held responsible for the choices of others. Yes, we are
responsible for how we relate to others. Even when those others,
their present circumstances and their actions in the past, trigger
our defenses, fears, and judgments. We must own our defenses, fears,
and judgments. They are not who we are, they are artifacts of a mind
structure built up from past memories. We may have been too
compassionate, too open and trusting, too willing to extend the
benefit of the doubt and endless second chances, umpteenth and last
chances. We got burned, bad things happened and we regretted our
naïveté, resolving not to let our wide-eyed faith in others’
better nature compromise our discernment in future interactions with
them.
Empathy does not require
that we be a doormat for others. Willingness to help does not mean
that we must acquiesce to others’ unreasonable requests. Desire to
maintain good relations does not mean we must bend over backwards to
please them. There are no hard and fast rules. Common sense, trusting
our inner guidance, openness and sensitivity to the cues of the
present moment, bringing our very best discernment to bear, and an
uncompromising integrity and autonomy of self: these are our
indispensable tools.
It’s easy to be too hard
and close off an opportunity for genuine contact and needed
assistance. It’s easy to be too soft and gullible and invite abuse.
The fine line between... now that is not always so easy. Total
honesty and heart-centeredness of being: these will help
immeasurably.
I can feel in my body when
I am missing the mark. When I feel that off-balance, uneasy sense of
wrongness, I know I need to keep searching for what’s right. When I
have peace and unity of mind and purpose, then I know I’m on the
right track.
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I alluded to the path of
devotion in the second paragraph of this post. It is the work of a
lifetime, or many lifetimes, to build up such devotion that every
breath, awareness, and action is totally surrendered to a single
higher purpose. I have been – however slowly and unsteadily, even
faltering and straying wildly at times – in the process of
cultivating devotion for a long time. I feel I have gained perhaps a
centimeter of ground on that path. The intent has been there, but the
conviction is so often lacking. I do not let that dishearten me. I
know that every moment is a new opportunity, golden and unique. All
that matters is now.
I have supremely enjoyed
Les Visible’s latest transmissions. His relocation seems to be
doing him a whole lot of good, now that the hurdles are past and he’s
been able to focus on settling in. Here’s the one I read today,
very in tune (as usual) with the symphony in play at the moment:
As much as apocalypse
weighs upon my mind and upon the minds of so many others, it’s not
ultimately that different a time than any other, except outwardly.
The intensity cranks up, the stakes go sky-high, but the choice
remains the same: where do you want to go and what are you willing to
do to get there? Upon the answer to that question rests our fate, or
our destiny. Let us not choose blindly. We shall see, or be made to
see. What do you claim to hold to? Hold to it and see if it is what
you thought it was. Or if you are what you thought you were.
Love is not required of
us. Neither is wisdom. But woe to those who hanker after personal
power and the things of this world, and reject both love and wisdom!
Sad, too, is the way of those who claim to
want love and wisdom, yet merely fool themselves and each other. Ah
well, as they say, the fool who persists in his folly will be made
wise. Maybe that’s what this is all about after all.
Don’t mind me. Mind
yourself. (smile)
Be well, and may your
acquaintance with the heart of yourself grow ever deeper.
It’s been a rough few days. My dear wife has been
suffering from a highly virulent seasonal flu, coughing up sputum and
going through rolls of toilet tissue. She’s also been running a
high fever. Her condition has been such that I have had to be by her
side almost continuously, given that her personal assistant has also
been down with the flu. My friend Teemu came over to help out last
night and mentioned the following text, seen on a sign outside the
local Pentecostal church:
JE SUIS
LA VIE
He said it was like the perfect answer to
the media’s recent campaign to divide people into different camps
with the viral slogan, “Je suis Charlie.” ‘Viral’ is
right: it’s a sick way to think. In the name of ‘solidarity’
with the ‘defenders of free speech’ (no argument with the
principle, only with how it is being used), the public are called to
identify with a name that psychologically symbolizes the wronged, the
killed, the victim of the past. To take a stand, not actually for
anything real, but against an imagined threat. We are asked to put on
the role of the accuser, to take a moral stance of righteous
indignation and condemnation.
I’m no apologist for Mohammedan
fundamentalism. Or militant Christian zealotry. Or Jewish supremacist
fanaticism. As John Lash elucidates in his update, There
Are No Shades of Freedom, these three monotheistic religions have
been exploited as vectors for a virus of the mind, a soul parasite
that some call Wetiko, others psychopathy or the archontic influence.
Typical symptoms include authoritarianism, subjectivity of thought,
an atrophied conscience and intuition, and distrust toward the world
in general and the free inner nature in particular. But what is it
that speaks when we hear this adversarial voice of fear?
We hear the thought that thinks separation
is real. This thought cannot conceive of love except as an exclusive,
particular, limited thing. A weak, soft thing in a hard world,
creating only vulnerability. The idea that if we united ourselves in
a freely-flowing web of mutual love, we could overcome any obstacle
to our true heart’s desire individually and collectively, seems
like madness and impossibility, a nice dream but only delusion after
all, to this child of the primal thought of separation; the
unconscious, unliving, abortive offspring of Shiva and Shakti; the
insatiable ghost of envy and hatred toward all life; a semblance of
life without the spirit of life, animated only by the energy of the
thought that impels and sustains it.
This thought dwells within me. And if you
are seeking the same truth I seek, then it dwells within you as well.
For if it did not, we would have no need to seek for what we already
have: the perfection of our Divine Being.
It is not required for us to speak of
spirituality, to read books or blogs, or to even have a concept of
ourselves as being spiritual seekers. All that is needed is a
willingness to bring the darkness to light. To come closer to what we
really are, to embrace an absolute freedom that does not
differentiate between right and wrong, better and worse. We have all
possibility within us. Only if we are open to meeting the darkest
parts of that field of possibility with the light of our innermost
heart to illuminate the way, only then can we make friends with our
feelings of fear and sensations of pain. Then they are our guides,
showing us the next thing to accept and forgive, so that it passes
through us without resistance, released out of our field of vibration
by the resolving power of Love.
“Je suis la vie.” An expansive,
heart-opening statement, open to all possibility. Je suis, I
am. Take away but the letter i and you get Jesus, the name of
a man. Take the living ‘I’ out of being and you get only a
specific form among forms. This is the trick that mind plays on
itself.
We are here, as the Adam of myth, as
namers of God. We are given the power to express divinity. When we
misuse that power by believing and expressing falsehood, we make that
falsehood our god and become like our false god, creating a world
reflecting that false god’s nature back to us. When we replace our
falsely self-identifying thoughts and beliefs with self-illuminating
truth, with a way of being that is predicated on neither belief nor
non-belief, knowing nor unknowing, we are released from the tyranny
of the divided and divisive mind of duality into a pure spontaneous
flow of being that springs from our Home Source in the living unity
of Light. Then even our human form naturally attains ever more
faithful congruence with the nature of the true God, becoming less
and less limited in all the qualities and attributes of that
divinity.
Love evolves. Fear devolves. This is well
explained in the article titled Moral
Evolution by Norman D. Livergood. We have nothing to fear from
fear when we surrender it and ourselves to the service of the
purposes of Love. Then it is only a player in the dynamic of eternal
growth – not a hungry, consumptive, cancerous type of growth, but
an organic, balanced, intelligently ordered growth producing only
more and more expressions of limitless divinity.
We need not deny God by perceiving lies to
be true, or by making compromises with lies, or even by attacking
lies – giving legitimacy to the primal lie. We need only abide in
truth, for the God that cannot be denied lives within us. When we see
things as they are while seeing what they appear to be, we see God as
God is while seeing what God appears to be: unity in diversity, the
self-evident truth cloaked in awful, awesome mystery.
It is a truly divine gift to really,
viscerally perceive the innocence of the eternal Christ nature of all
that we encounter in life. Life is our mirror. Let us honor it as
that, and embrace the opportunities it presents us with in every
moment to know ourselves more deeply through loving relationship with
every form, sensation, and thought that comes into our awareness.
This is the way, the truth, and the life. Some call it dharma, some
call it the Tao. It is the working of the One sacred heart.
In Om shanti Om, I leave you now. Have
faith. The journey is not what it may seem. We are going Home,
helping each other on the way whether we know it or not.
The observant reader of this blog will
note that I make use of certain transcendental concepts which defy
satisfactory explanation in terms of conventional rational modes of
comprehension. They might be said to be suprarational, if I may risk
such a term. The rational mind is not able to wrap itself around
them, for their nature is beyond the world of the senses. At some
point, the rational mind begins to suspect, and finally perhaps even
admit, that its capacity to define and understand has certain limits;
it circles back on itself with its endless demands for explanation
and clarification and ultimately realizes the futility of the whole
affair. This is no cause for despondency, however, for it is at this
point that surrender becomes a conceivable option. It is to be noted that what is being surrendered is equal to nothing, and what is to be gained is equal to and greater than all that is and that ever might be.
Much to the chagrin of the echoes of my
old thought structures, certain transcendental teachings begin to
make sense – teachings which, earlier, I was inclined to
misinterpret for the sole purpose of seeking the satisfaction of
downing a strawman argument and being more right than the voice of
the teacher. Gradually, I have been drawn inexorably toward concepts
and philosophies that, while encompassing and embracing the reality
of the senses as it appears to be, unequivocally belong to a
suprasensory mode of thinking about or interpreting the contents of
that seeming reality. The matrix begins to unravel as the mind
plunges deeper into the rabbit hole of truth.
My purpose, as I hope you can see, is
not to obfuscate, complicate, mystify, impress with a supposed
personal superiority or come across as one who knows. I am as much a
student and seeker as anyone who reads these pages. A devotee of
truth, one who finds himself falling short in the living of that
truth much more often than he would like, most loath to usurp the
authority of the One who reveals all. I cannot stand here and clothe
myself with pretenses; I am compelled to shed them and stand naked
before the truth I profess to follow.
The teachings I now find myself opening
up to are of the most radical and offensive kind, to which the
conditioned mind takes an immediate distaste, discerning them to be
inimical to its own nature and leading to its own demise.
Fortunately, this character is now willing to drop its games of
avoidance and face that which it knows will lead to its own
liberation from the confines of the schizoid, separate self, to
ecstasies unimaginable and a flowering of true divine Love.
As a matter of disclosure, fully
knowing and regardless of what reactions may come of it, I can point
to one particular teaching which I am more and more convinced may
contain the key to unraveling even the subtlest layers of this unreal
overlay upon the ultimate reality. It claims to provide a theoretical
framework and a practical guide to awakening from the dream entirely,
as distinct from any partial awakening to merely more expansive
levels of the dream. This is an extraordinary claim indeed, and one
should perhaps not be too surprised to find the name of Jesus
matter-of-factly attached to it as the identifier of its source.
(Mercifully, the name is given no importance and can be replaced by
any name the student finds most appealing. Such latitude, however,
does not extend to the way in which the teaching is meant to be
interpreted. One Mind, one Truth, you might say.)
Truth be told, I have not even started
page one of the Course in Miracles itself. I am gently easing myself
toward it by reading Ray Renard’s book, The Disappearance of the
Universe. To be precise, I am reading the Finnish translation aloud
together with my wife. The book has captivated our interest in an
unprecedented way, as the clear vibes unmistakably pour through and
fill our minds with a clarity and peace that we find irresistible.
I make no claims regarding this
teaching. Even though it uncompromisingly presents itself as a
universal curriculum, the Course does not set itself up as any kind
of exclusive be-all and end-all, nor does it claim to be suitable for
everyone. It stands or falls on its own in relation to each
individual who encounters it. I am not here to sell it or proselytize
on behalf of it. I am merely sharing my own experience.
The funny thing is, I was always a
little put off on some level when a very good friend of mine would
talk about this Course in Miracles and the philosophy of Oneness he
had gleaned from it. I felt like he was cheating, trying to take a
spiritual shortcut that was bound to backfire, sending him on a wild
goose chase into la-la land. I was leery of what I saw as largely an
exercise in spiritual buffering or bypassing, as elucidated by
Bernhard Guenther on Veil of Reality (linked on the right), of which
he saw plain evidence in Marianne Williamson’s dangerously naïve
and dismissive response to his plain questions on the problem of
psychopaths in power during an election campaign event. Williamson,
of course, is famous for making the Course quite well known in the
new-age lecture circuit. I’m too sharp, luckily, (heh heh) to fall
for the assumption of fault by association, mixing the messenger with
the message. In my mind, this was a case of two subjective, personal
truths clashing without a common ground. Perhaps neither could see
where the other was coming from. It has nothing to do with A Course
in Miracles.
This leads us nicely into the subject
of politics. Leaving aside any question of Williamson’s suitability
for public office or the world of politics, I am lately often occupied with questions of spirituality
vis-à-vis popular movements in the political sphere. I must confess
to harboring some outrageously grand visions of a mass political
awakening intertwined with a flowering of new spiritual, social,
economic, environmental, and personal awareness, freedom, and
responsibility arising in my own country in a rather imminent future.
Naturally, I have thought about being actively involved in the
genesis of such a movement. Not a figurehead, but a founding member
and catalyzing agent. I reckon we have everything we need, so why
don’t we just get on with making it happen and figure out the
details together as we go. Oh yeah, and I get to be like king or
whatever for a day, just to do the parade thingy and wave at the
adoring crowds. Nothing too fancy. Hey, as long as we’re dreaming
here....
But seriously, cherished
self-aggrandizing fantasies aside, what’s stopping an entirely new
kind of revolution from happening? People are waking up en masse,
they’re fed up with the dumb, destructive crap these two-bit
politicians and media whores keep putting over on us, and there is a
serious wealth of intelligence, wisdom, knowledge, skills, and
resources here just waiting to be tapped for a worthy common purpose.
The endgame of the cabal is being openly enacted: dismantling
this republic, plundering the natural resources, and enslaving its people
for keeps. If ever there was a time for the Suomi Lion to get into
gear, this is it. I can’t be more clear than that.
Well, that’s my political speech for
the day. Thank you very much.
Miracles do happen, on every level,
simply by nature when that nature is unleashed. We all can be a part
of a miraculous existence, by opening up to perceive the miracles
we’re already surrounded by, and by opening up to the belief that
anything is possible if we simply put our minds to
it – all the more so when we unite with
open hearts.
This transmission was made possible by
forces unseen that have our very best interests at heart. Please do
them the courtesy of acknowledging their existence and thanking them
for what they do. It can’t hurt to put out a little prayer, either.
We all need help, and it’s there for the asking, so please do
yourself and the world a favor and avail yourself of what’s on offer. They’ll
be more than glad to oblige.
Apropos of nothing, here’s
an off-the-cuff rumination on a decidedly black pearl of our modern
popular culture.
In one of my favorite Disney movies, the
classic second installment in the Pirates of the Caribbean trilogy
(we won’t mention the painful travesty that was the ill-executed
fourth money cow which even the great Ian McShane was unable to
redeem from its morass of confused storytelling and pointless
spectacle that pushed the limits of absurdity a bit too far and a bit
too blindly, finding itself too often merely chasing the magic and
glory of its predecessors in unfunny self-parodyland, and may I be
forgiven if memory colors it unfairly thus in my mind), the cynically
pragmatic and deliciously nonchalant Banal Evil Incarnate, Lord
Cutler Beckett, throws this unforgettable, superbly smug,
melodramatic gem in the faces of the protagonists:
“The immaterial has
become... immaterial.”
He means the mysterious
forces of the supernatural, but it could just as well be read, “The
invisible has become of no consequence.” In esoteric parlance, this
is of course a lie and a dangerous delusion which leads the believer
of it only to their own eventual correction and/or to the ultimate
undoing of all their wrong-headed plans for the external. And even if
those plans were to come to fruition, that fruit would be ashes in
their mouth, an empty victory devoid of satisfaction or endurance.
“All is vanity, saith the preacher.” (Yeah, I like to quote the
Bible. I grew up with it. No apologies; it’s too rich and poetic a
source to pass up. And sprinkled with awesomely truthy bits, once you
acquire the taste. Jesus in particular kicks ass.)
Consistent themes in these
Johnny Depp fantasy flicks are the fear of death, what people are
willing to do to cheat their mortality and gain personal wealth, and
where those efforts drive them.
Even though Depp is
ostensibly the star, Bill Nighy steals the show for my money with
every tentacular scene he mournfully and balefully stomps and
splutters his way through. The organ-playing scene with the music box
and the key is easily the most memorably poignant moment in the
trilogy for me. His humanity and pain come through so undeniably,
with such intensity and nuance, that I am hard pressed to watch it
without getting a lump in my throat and mist in my eyes.
The slightly
contrived-feeling but no less educational subplot of Mr. Flavorless and
Kind of Forgettable Orlando Bloom Character and his poor dad,
Bootstrap Bill, does not fail to strike chords of truth and pathos
with its sacrificial resolution. Was the kid worth it? Only a father
would know, and thank God for that. Love knows no bounds in what it
is capable of in those who give themselves over to it, and the choice
of a single moment, like Vader’s betrayal of his mentor in Star
Wars 3 (what prequels?), can overturn the legacy of a lifetime of
waste and error.
I’m getting rather
hungry for some second breakfast, so I’ll leave this here and go on
to the next thing. See you soon!
David Wilcock just came out with a new article that highlights how far we've come in this process of the old breaking down and the new stepping in. The news is encouraging, to say the least. From where I stand now, what was previously a matter of faith now appears to be unfolding just as it was hoped for and foretold. The age of universal brotherhood is shining through the cracks in the old paradigm at an awesomely accelerating pace.
A lot of people rag on David for one reason or another, accusing him of spreading disinfo or being a shameless self-promoter. From the perspectives and filters in play there, those accusations are perfectly valid. I'm not here to invalidate anyone. Zen Gardner put up a piece recently where he kind of wagged the finger at something going on there. Heck, I think Benjamin Fulford's stories are wild too, and it's easy to see how that pattern of setting up expectations and then not having them pan out is in effect with his revelations. What of it? I'm not going to set myself up as an expert on things that I haven't the slightest direct knowledge of, like the Yakuza and some alleged secret society of ninjas working to free the world, to presume to make truth judgments off the top of my head based on sheer projection. It makes sense to me that something along the lines of what Benjamin talks about would arise in the world, as part of the great drama, but I'm not going to get worked up about trying to prove one side or the other in an argument about the details when it has zippitty-zap to do with my experience of life at the moment. The same goes for anything else. David has claimed that President Obama is a deep-cover white hat or something, a great soul whose role is to help usher in the Golden Age. He could still be, as far as I'm concerned. The evidence has yet to prove that he's not, on some level, working for the good of mankind. In fact, these same claims could be made about anyone on the planet who seems to be working for the dark side. And the more inclusive your perspective, the less embroiled in division your thinking, the truer it appears to be. At some level of unity consciousness, there are no more black hats or boogeymen. The shadow is a necessary element of the whole, doing its part to assist in the awakening process. It's that simple.
Don't you love my righteous, preachifying tone? "I'm right and you're gonna listen to me tell you how it is." Heh heh heh. It's so funny. (grin) STOP CRITICIZING, IT'S POINTLESS. Naw. Criticize all you want. But as much fun as it is to self-righteously tear someone down, it feels even better to see through that, forgive yourself, laugh a bit, give thanks for the experience, and move on.
I'm here to defend every last one of us who wasn't good enough for someone, who didn't do what they should have done, who lashed out from a place of blindness, or who was judged to be less holy than the whole, deserving of punishment. And this is isn't just self-righteousness talking, even though that does come in wherever it finds an opening. It is plain objectivity. I'm not saying I'm free of judgments in my mind. I'm saying that's what the truth in my heart tells me.
Here's what we can do: we can be honest about our experience. That threatens no one. It also opens the way for natural healing and transmutation to take their course.
So if the spectre of fear or the seething energy of self-righteousness appear on the doorstep of your awareness, the best thing you can do is invite them in with open arms. They will come in anyway, so why not skip the avoidance games and get it over with? They're not going to hurt you. All they want from you is recognition, acknowledgment. Give them the time and space they need. Play the gracious host, let them stay as long as they want to and listen to what they have to say. They will leave of their own accord. Some new guest will perhaps appear whose energy is incompatible with theirs. This road of acceptance is impeccable, optimal, elegant in its undemanding simplicity and efficiency. It liberates one from the detours and shadowboxing and manipulative manoeuvering that bog so many down in life. You can take the direct path, through your experience, trusting in it and yourself as the alchemical agents of transformation that will take you to your highest destiny in the shortest amount of time possible, with the minimum of grief, struggle, and suffering.
There's nothing to run away from. We're all one thing, dressed up in different forms to catalyze different effects and provide always the choice: how will I relate to this thing? If we can remember who is behind the mask, then we don't necessarily need to engage with the mask itself on its own level of pretence. We can abide in peaceful remembrance and experience the joy of the dance as we move through it with the light of truth in our hearts illuminating all things.
Thank you for being here now. May the sun of everlasting peace shine upon your soul, and may your life be the greatest gift you ever received or gave away.
