At long last! Here we are again. I'm so very glad.

Part of me felt obligated to use this time to work on translating Tapani Koivula’s UFO book Kosminen kosketus. Part of me felt reluctant, resistant to starting this, writing my own text. But asking myself what I wanted, the knowledge was deeper than any conscious thought. I want to write.

I feel my soul opening up in this medium of expression. This is what I was born to do. To let it all flow freely, to see my stream of consciousness appear on screen (or on paper). Now, to it: what shall we focus on today?

While walking today, I had the inspiration to just start speaking the truth. No longer suppressing it for the sake of an ego agenda, in the service of the prison warden of my mind, body, and soul. There is no need to try to make anything “fit” or be “right” – it already is, just as it is. The only thing holding us back from experiencing the truth of that is our unreadiness to really let go and surrender, to really trust that the universe will uphold everything without any personal effort on our part.

We can have a dialogue! I can speak with you and speak with myself – my myriad selves – all at once. This resolves the dichotomy I’ve been laboring under for so long: the tension between “should I write for myself or for others?” Nonsense. Just write!

Precisely as my inner teacher told me once when I said I was willing to hear what he had to say to me. He’d suggested I wouldn’t like it – or, rather, my small-me wouldn’t. That was a truly fruitful discussion. I had stood in front of the mirror, calmed my being, brought forth my deeper intelligence, and engaged it in conversation. It said some pleasant, vanilla things to establish its good intentions and build rapport. But to my surprise, when I asked if it had something of substance to share, it seemed thrilled… and informed me it wouldn’t be easy to take in. When I said yes, I wanted to hear what it had to say to me and I understood that I might not take it well, it paused for a pregnant moment… and out of my mouth, unbidden, came a single word: “Right.” There was a heartbeat’s delay as the message made its way through my ears to my brain, was processed and its meaning interpreted, sinking in with a sudden and deepening shock: what my brain took in was not the filler word “right,” spoken prior to delivering the actual message, but the action imperative “WRITE.”

So here I am, finally. Stopped fighting the world and myself as far as this critical point is concerned. It has taken a while for that message to be properly received and its content accepted. It is easy to nod along and seemingly agree to something in principle; it is another thing entirely to actually go ahead and put it into practice.

 

I owe a particular debt of gratitude to my ex-wife and the often very difficult years I spent together with her for preparing the way for me to step out on this road. If not for the unbearable tangle of unresolved emotions and issues that surfaced today after meeting her and her kids yesterday, I wouldn’t have gone out walking today and had such a powerful, wholehearted intention to 1. just get the truth, and 2. do it in the most loving way. When I got back, a person she and I both know from our time together had sent a message saying I’d lost all those years. I replied saying no, they weren’t lost. Everything that adds to our self-knowledge helps us. At least from the point of view of evolving our consciousness. That, I said, is the most important thing to me.

Perhaps it really is as simple as this. To just listen to what the little voice deep inside is saying. The world and our own hairless ape bodies and brains will always have their say too – but if we follow them and ignore the indwelling presence inside, forsaking the knowing it abides in, we’ll just find ourselves circling back again. I’ve run out of excuses not to do this. And I’m excited as hell to get on with it!

I look forward to meeting you here again. We shall continue these dialogues at the soonest possible juncture. (I cannot possibly think of this as a monologue – there are so many of us here with something to say and everything to hear!) Until we return, adieu and au revoir, my friends. I love you.

True Unity

This post by Randy Maugans points at the same thing my pen name tries to convey. BCii: be, see the I in the eye.

Awakening ain't what it's cracked up to be (so let's all take a chill pill, huh?)

Dear reader,

I have said before that this blog is “not as advertised.” This is the truth, but not due to any intent to mislead on my part. When I said that, I was merely referring to the philosophical bugaboo that some of us humans like to dress up in civilized clothes and domesticate for our own uses: the fact that nothing is what it appears to be. It’s a nice conversation piece, a curiosity, sometimes a way to prove that we are in on a deeper level of understanding of how things are. We wink about it, or we glance at it suspiciously, but we don’t normally apprehend the true meaning of it. It’s another notion in the great marketplace of notions, all competing for our belief. I obviously don’t want to play that game here, and to the extent that it gets exposed to me, I will cease to participate in it.

I’m not sure who said it – maybe J. Krishnamurti, probably Anthony de Mello – but to paraphrase the quote: “Before you can wake up, you must accept the fact that you do not want to wake up.”

I don’t know how true that is, but not wanting to wake up is indeed our default setting. It’s our comfort zone. Which can go a long way toward explaining why awakening is so often triggered by pain and suffering and pointlessness. These push us beyond our comfort zone and get us asking the questions that drive our journey.

It’s become clear to me – quite suddenly – that there are, after all, two kinds of awakening: awakening within the dream, and awakening from the dream. In the former, there is an experience that we may quite appropriately label as an awakening event or process. Something that used to hold us back gets resolved; we reach a new plateau in spiritual development; we let go of old beliefs and adopt new ones; a realization that used to be theoretical begins to come alive in us; we encounter a revolutionary new perspective or teaching that expands our worldview in unprecedented ways; our senses are opened to a new level; we perceive whole realms we didn’t know existed; we feel more aware and empowered. We may even experience a more or less dramatic change in the quality of our experience of earthly life as a result. This kind of awakening is not to be confused with the other. They are of different types altogether and cannot be put in the same category.

The second type of awakening is the one we’re mostly all avoiding. It’s in our nature to avoid it, given that it means the end of absolutely all comfort zones, safety lines, and guarantees from the perspective of the self we think we are. The only guarantee I’ve heard about it is that once you start, there really is no going back. This blog has not been about this second type of awakening – no matter how much anyone would like to believe that it has been – and there is no way that I am going to pretend to be your trustworthy guide to it. Quite simply, that would be impossible and would only be a counterfeit belonging to the first category. It is a solitary journey; I cannot hold your hand or travel it with you, as nice as that would be. Besides, I’m not even awake myself.

This blog was never my creation in the first place. I cannot presume to know its purpose, nor can I presume to know the purpose of anything at all. Well, actually, I can, but that would be a comforting lie. Awakening from the dream, as opposed to awakening within it, is a purely destructive process. It is the real meaning of the burning phoenix. Nothing of who you believed you were remains after the fact. It all has to go. The reason is because the underlying assumption of your entire subjective identity, the deep unconscious belief upon which all other beliefs rest, is false. But you are not to blame. Your senses, after all, seem to tell you the complete opposite of the truth in every moment.

Didn’t it ever occur to you why you never really found the true and lasting peace, assurance, power, abundance, and joy you were seeking? Even after all the awakenings, all the seeking, all the work? It’s because the same dream you’ve been dreaming all along is still your reality. It’s set up that way so that your only option, sooner or later, is to wake up from it. But hey, there’s no need to panic. Everything happens in its own time. You are not going to be punished from on high for not being awake. In light of the truth, that would be a ridiculous notion. So breathe easy. Do whatever you would do in any case. Wrongness, fortunately, is an optical illusion. Or so I gather. (grin)

What I would recommend for someone who is interested in this second awakening is a small book called Butterflies Are Free to Fly. I must warn you, do take heed of the warning in its pages. There is a point of no return along the way. The author will let you know. His words are not idle in this respect. My experience has borne this out, so do proceed past that point, if you decide to, with utmost self-honesty.

Your awakening phase, when it does show up, will not arrive by accident. A premature awakening is impossible. There is nothing shameful or less-than in being a dream-dweller, none whatsoever. You are what you are, a perfect creator’s perfect creation, no matter what you think you’ve earned as far as credits or demerits, no matter your perceived progress or lack thereof.

My gratitude, kinship, and respect go out to you, first for being just what you are. The fact that you are reading this is great, but that comes a far distant second. The words I write are not my own. I have not manifested you, and you have not manifested me. We exist as dream characters with no substantial existence of our own at all. The one who does exist, our infinite source, exists behind us players in the story. It's got our back more than we'll ever know. So no worries. Really.

Thanks for coming by. I hope I didn’t scare you too much. (wink) I will be back.

Your brother,

William

Wanted: Free Miracles

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.

Happy trails,

- BCii -

How to read this blog

Hello there!

Whatever this blog business has been has been what it’s been. My task, which I undertake with pleasure and to the best of my ability, is to show up when I’m called and share what comes out. As for you, dear reader, only you can be the knower of what brings you here and what you seek to gain by coming here. I am not going to coddle you, control you, tell you what to think, or allow my assumptions of what you might think put a damper on the message. The message is why I’m here. My employer would know the why of things better than me, but certain bits of knowledge do come my way. The rest is the product of my own cognition, subject to my own personal limitations. I do pick up some of the stuff you see here from quite a clear channel, but certainly not all of it. How you take anything here is your call. Discern. Pay attention to how it makes you feel when you read it. That’s how I write, by the way, to a large extent: by feel.

All creativity is from one source. Credit for any truth value in this blog goes to the originator of it, who lives in the same place as the originator of me and you. They’re the same dude/gal/thing/force/thingummybob/you-name-it. So no worries. We’re all in this together. Everyone just playing their roles. No blame, no shame, no debts, no frets. I owe you nothing and you owe me nothing. Whatever happens is the interplay of manifest forces. The Tao. The Dance.

Dance with me. Feel. That’s right, feel what’s going on in yourself and let it play out. Respond inwardly, feel your own response to what you read. You feel already without thinking about it, but if you pay attention to the response, you can pick up what it’s telling you. About the text, about you, about life. What you think of as your thinking mind, where words happen, is a part of that. But only a small part. Your physical body is just as important, if not greatly more so. Impressions are received with the total instrument. The more open and relaxed you are, the clearer the impressions you receive. To attain objectivity, undo resistance to what is.

This is something I endeavor to facilitate here, by illuminating the keys to the kingdom, so to speak. Binding and loosing. The latter is what we’re after, the former requires that we recognize what it’s done to us and how so that the latter can do its work more effectively.

Love is all you need. I emphasize Love because it is the truth we seek, it is the one universal solution that knows the specific solution to any particular problem and has the power to make it happen. It is that which affirms what is, which cannot be out of alignment with itself. It is invincible and can allow itself any form, even the most horrifying. You need not be under the spell of horror. Love is what you are, and when you live as that Love, then you need fear nothing. Indeed, you cannot fear in that blessed state. Love sees itself in all things. What could threaten that which created all and is all?

My dear brother, my dear sister: believe in your Self. You are never far from home. You need only turn to see Love, the beautiful shining perfection of all.

The capacity to perceive and enact Love is on a dimmer switch from 180-degree total darkness at the bottom to zero-degree true north at the top. There is no limit to how much Love and light there can be. That dimmer switch is inside you. Ask the Divine to help you turn it up.

My work here for today is done. Thank you for being here now. May you be with God, as God is with you, and within you. Shalom.

Not As Advertized

Greetings, fellow travelers!

I have a confession to make.

This blog is “not as advertized.”

(In fact, nothing is as advertised! But that is a deeper topic for another time.)

There was a moment when I felt pumped up and blown away by a dazzling new experience. I felt like something was ‘finally happening’. I supposed it had some relation to Kundalini: possibly a ‘test drive’ of my energy circuits. I was on fire with it. I felt as though a threshold had been passed where the old blog felt obsolete. Since I was all stoked about Kundalini, I built a new theme based on that concept.

I’m not here to invalidate that. I’m also not going to pretend to be some kind of ‘go-to guy’ on that subject, or any other. I make no claims regarding the truth value or efficacy of anything presented here. It is offered ‘as is’, a collection of communications arising from whatever dynamic drives the exchange in any given moment, relying on sympathetic resonant vibration as the medium of transmission.

I am pleased with the new digs, enough that I see no reason to overhaul everything all over again. The dramatic title and ambitious byline are just a fun little thing, really. I don’t want anyone reading here to have a false impression of what this is about. So, please, don’t take it too seriously, ’cause it’s not meant like that. It’s a crunchable candy coating, a little pizzazz to frame the content and add some flair.

You would have seen that over time, anyway. I just wanted to give advance warning so that no one would come here with expectations that aren’t going to be met. You are a most welcome guest here, and I, as your host, will do my best to entertain and offer the best hospitality I can. That means being honest and genuine, recognizing your true nature as being of the same sublime substance as myself, all that is, and the divine itself. I mean to cast down the barriers between us, as much as I can, on my end, because that’s what spreading love – sharing – connecting – is all about.

I’ll be back soon. (smile)