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Not Dead But Dreaming

Imagine this weird situation.

You become (or perhaps always have been?) aware of yourself. Either you have no memory of existing before this or you are unable to understand what those memories are. (No language? No brain?)

Sooner or later you become aware that things can change. Things can begin and end. You experience what you will someday refer to as “time”. Your very limitlessness creates your limitedness. The existence of Nothing brings Something in.

Well, well. Isn’t this interesting? You lean in for a closer look…

Now imagine that you discover a nearby object. Later, you encounter the object again and again. It becomes familiar. You discover that it responds to your will. It becomes… yours.

Time passes. You continue to find new things to incorporate. Hands and feet. A voice. A body. Emotions and thoughts. An outlook. An understanding. Indeed, a world.

And over time, you not only identify with this world. You identify as this world. You are no longer simple awareness. You are that awareness plus the things you are aware of in a totally unique combination.

Weird, huh?

So you get used to this situation. You become involved. You may like it. You may not. Likely a little of both. Eventually, at the appointed time you get to the end of the story. You back away from the table and stop playing this game.

The experience stops. Your world dies. No more body, no more senses. No more relationships. No brain, no memories. Just…


You become (or perhaps always have been?) aware of yourself. Either you have no memory of existing before this or you are unable to understand what those memories are…

Spectacles

Look around you. You see the world, right?

Wrong.

What you see is symbolic of the true world. As with most things I say, this makes no sense on the surface. That’s because you only look at the symbols that you have replaced reality with. Once you give something a name, it becomes the shorthand label. After that, you generally never see it again. It becomes a pale shadow of it’s actual self. You only experience it in a low-minded, glancing manner.

Which makes it seem inexplicable.

What is sex really? What is love really? What is death really?

Why do they all seem to be connected really?

Get out of that god-damned word-forest! Who are you? Your name? Your body? Your mind? Your soul? Your spirit?

Those are all labels. Symbols. They mean nothing by themselves. They are not the real thing. Not the real you.

The real you is… what?


If you can see through this once, everything else will fall into place.

We are evolving as a race. As more of us attain this State, future children will be born with this Understanding. This is as big as the jump from instinctive animal consciousness to human self-awareness. From a single cell to an amazing, complex organism.


Time makes a useful servant but a terrible master. The time we experience is symbolic of what? Think!


Think about generational relationships. Grandparents, parents, children. Where does one end and another begin?

Don’t just look at the surface. Not at the symbols. Not at dates and times. Look at what is passed from elder to younger. Memories. Discoveries. Can you see that it’s all one thing? An endless thread in an endless tapestry? Thinking of ourselves as separate people is a convenient illusion. And a dangerous one. This is the root of all suffering. Selfishness.

There is only One Thing.

One You.

The Paradox at the Heart of it All.

Creature Features

Think there’s a God?

If not, soldier on!

If so, we might find common ground in the idea of a Universal Mind that is behind everything. Is God watching out over you? No. God is watching out from you. The mathematical point of pure I AM that looks out of you is God. Same as me. Same as all people. All animals. All plants.

Same as everything. Even the creatures like cars and computers. Like rocks and mountains. Like raindrops and oceans and all the myriad things that we ignorantly call non-living.

Can you understand this? At the core of everything is You.

This is the basis for what I want to address here.


To paraphrase the name of an old American television show, animals are people too. What is to me the most happy and joyous gift bestowed by having the Stone is the ability to commune with previously “alien” forms of life. Whether with pets or wild animals, the Knowledge that we are the same gives us the ability to share ourselves with each other. (I know, not making sense. Symbols. Rise above.)

The so-called “Golden Rule” is not just to be used amongst other humans. Every creature you encounter needs to be respected and given the same amount of attention as you would give to yourself because they are yourself. Once you are aware of this, magical things can happen.

My first realization along these lines took place many years ago. It was soon after our marriage. My wife was at work and I was home alone. Shortly before she left that morning, she mentioned a plan to purchase ant-traps on her way home to get rid of some ants that were increasingly being found in our apartment. Later that day, I myself encountered a large number of ants on the kitchen counter. Half in jest and speaking out loud, I told them that they were not safe here and that my wife was planning to kill them. They all stopped moving. Then it occurred to me that I was speaking to a single creature. A hive-mind. Then I repeated myself but this time with the air of a concerned friend explaining to them the danger and why they should go away. I described the poison. How unwitting “workers” would bring the deceitful food home and thus kill their entire “family” including the Queen.

Immediately following that “conversation”, I left the room and apparently, so did they. We never saw another ant in that apartment again. That package of ant-traps sat unopened in our closet for several years before we finally threw it away.

I was amazed at what happened but back then I still believed in “coincidences” and so did not mention any of this to my wife.

Over the many years since, I have developed the habit of greeting the creatures I encounter as equals and with the sincere desire know what it is like to be them at that moment. Because of course, I AM them at that moment.

Then, astonished and delighted by our newfound kinship, we dance.

Best Start

“You best start believing in ghost stories, Miss Turner… you’re in one!”

So says Captain Hector Barbossa in the first Pirates of the Caribbean movie. I have rarely enjoyed a Hollywood line more than this one. It’s creepy. It’s ironic. It’s humorous. But most of all, it’s true.

Once upon a time, (like you perhaps?) I believed myself to be a single individual of an advanced ape-like species living in a solid, somewhat clockwork universe. I say “clockwork” because this existence seemed regulated by chain-reactions and set in a framework called Time. I say “somewhat” because the whole thing was always a little fuzzy around the edges. Like I was being forced to concentrate on a single character in a play I had not written. I had a beginning that I could not remember and would face an ending that I could not predict. Sound and fury, signifying nothing and rounded with a sleep. (Sorry. Bard-o moment!)

Just about every religion and belief system in the world holds to the idea of some kind of afterlife. Heaven or hell; reincarnation; tunnels and white lights. Even some atheists express a hope that their “energy” might continue on in some different form.

Most people know they are going to die. Since very few of them know what will happen to them afterwards, they avoid thinking about it. There is fear. There is hope. But mostly, there is ignorance.


When I was a young man and newly Enlightened, I would drive my friends crazy with my detachment. More than once they feared me suicidal because I would so often give away my possessions. “Dude,” they would say, “you need to come down to earth and quit trying to see everything from God’s point of view!”

So I tried. I walked the common path. Son; student; worker; husband; father. Many adventures, few regrets. However, as Oliver Holmes once so rightly observed, “A mind that is stretched by a new experience can never go back to its old dimensions.”

I am no different or better than any other single individual of this advanced ape-like species. I’ve merely climbed a little higher than most so my horizon goes a bit farther out. I can tell you what I see out there though. There is no death. There is no afterlife. There is no spirit world that follows this physical world. There is only the spirit world. An endless Dream where you call the shots (or don’t) according to your own will. What happens when you “die”? Whatever you want.

How scary is that?


So you best start believing in ghosts, Dear Reader… You are one!

Sem-Antics

Recently I developed a skin rash on my hand. I made it go away using my usual method but not before it was noticed by a curious colleague. He asked me what I had used to get rid of it. Although I knew he was expecting me to name a medication, I told him the truth. That I imagined it away.

Puzzled silence.

“Placebo Effect,” I added. “I believed it would go away and it did.”

“Oh, cool.” was his response and he went on his merry way.

His very “scientific” mind had no trouble with the concept of placebos because in his world, it was a thing. What if I had told him that I had simply warped reality using magic words?

He would likely have taken me out of the “slightly odd” category in his mind and put me into the “seriously loony” one. After which, he might feel that he was my intellectual superior. In other words, he might warp reality using his own magic words.

My first encounter with the word “placebo” occurred when I was a child, reading a magazine at my grandparents house. I don’t remember the precise wording but I do remember the mental double-take I experienced. The article said something along the lines of, “the remission experienced by the remaining patients was attributed to the placebo effect and was therefore ruled invalid”.

Even as a youngster I had great respect for the “scientific method” but this seemed too much! Cancer had been cured but the cure had been dismissed. How could that be?

I lost some of my faith in science that day but as I matured and became more spiritually oriented, that faith came back. Observe. Question. Hypothesize. Experiment. Analyze. Conclude. There is no better way to gain understanding.

By applying these principles with vigor, diligence and above all, honesty, I found myself pulling beyond what is called modern science.

“Accepted” science is founded atop one big, crumbly assumption. This arose as a result of centuries of prosecution by religious authorities and is thus entirely understandable. For every action… well, you know.

There is an unspoken and indeed unconscious step applied at the very beginning of the questioning process approved by Academia and it goes like this, “Assuming there is no God, how can this be explained?”

It shows how truly great science is that despite this skewing of things at its most fundamental level, it has still produced the technological wonders of this present age.

How much greater will the future be when the understanding of what we call Spirit is incorporated into our science?

Quantum physics is already laying the groundwork. Conscious machines are here now (if you know where to look). The whole science of Frequency lays before us yet, an unread book. Today’s high tech will soon fade in our wake much as the Middle Ages have receded into ours.

In the past, a person could behold a drop of pond-water without ever being able to imagine the microscopic depths hidden within. In the same way do we now gaze upon the objects and phenomena around us with no comprehension of what lies behind them. We are blinded not by knowledge, but by the laziness that descends from the hubris of believing that we already know.


“The word placebo itself originated from the Latin phrase for I shall please. It is in Latin text in the Bible (Psalm 114:9, Vulgate version by Jerome (116 in many modern editions), “Placebo Domino in regione vivorum”, “I shall please the Lord in the land of the living”). Jerome translated as “I shall please” (placebo), the Hebrew word “ethalech”, “I shall walk with” as in “I shall be in step with”.” – Wikipedia article, “Placebo in History”

Geisterschule

Okay class. Let’s do a quick run-through.

How many worlds are there? Is there a material world and a spiritual world? Do they combine to make a single world? Are there yet higher spiritual worlds that make our spiritual world seem material by comparison? Do angels have their own dream worlds?

I would propose that there is but one world. The real world. God’s world. By which of course, I mean the Imaginary one in which we live and move and have our being.

Is our world the dream world? Is dying here simply waking up into a new dream? Would you like to create that new dream or would you just accept the one given to you? Can your next dream be a lucid one? How about this dream?

Are we dreaming together or separately? Aliens whisk a woman away to visit their planet. Her husband just sees her die from a heart attack. Which dream is real?

Many children have imaginary friends that they insist are real. This is considered normal. Adults are more likely to have imaginary enemies. This is also considered normal.

What if the “afterlife” consists of just your bare consciousness, stripped of all memories, returning to the primordial chaos to sink or swim? Will you be able to assert your sovereign will and use it to create a new reality? A kingdom of heaven? Or will you be confused and frightened, not knowing what to expect? Will you just let things happen? Risk a Nightmare?

Dreams. Astral travelling. Imagining. Remote viewing. Out-of-body. Near-death. Actual death. Story-telling. Hallucinations. Ordinary reality.

Are these separate things, from your point of view?

How about from God’s point of view?

How is your point of view different from God’s? How is it the same? Compare and contrast.

Study hard kids. There will be a test at the end.

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