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Capo II
Adim D G D
Do ya, See ya, Know ya Love the one: The one light shining in all of the eyes you see.
Do ya, hear ya, feel ya Embrace the One: The one star shining in the Light of the Day.
Love the One… with all of your heart
Love the One… with all of your soul
Love the One… with all of your strength
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Love the one… emerging inside of you
Love the one… blessing the world inside of you
Love the one…the prince of peace inside of you
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I love you, with every piece of me. I love you like the warmth of the sea. I love you in every word I say. I love you in the attention I pay. I love you like a blanket of peace. I love you like milk and cookies. Here are all the facets of the diamond in my heart.
I love you like flashes of lightening. I love you like thunder shaking. My love makes me epically happy. I can’t stand it gotta move dancing feet. My love makes my tears stream by. My love gives me wings to fly. Here are all the facets of the diamond in my heart.
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I’m at peace, living in peace with all that is around me. Fully harmonious, able to laugh at my shortcomings, and I find joy in truly seeing the people around me as well.
How I long for the presence of the Divine, the earth shaking rumbles in my spine, in my crown. The energy of the tree of life fully functional, my spine is golden, my eye is single. Both sides of my brain don’t feel divided anymore. My eye is single!
My mind does not compete with my soul for control of my life, because my eye is single. I am a living soul, and my whole body is full of light. I was drawn to the Sun of Beingness, like a moth to a flame, and now the moth is no more. What remains is so much more, and a place of so much freedom, full of light.
I sought shelter in the Divine from what I thought was a cold world. Now I know! This world is not cold!!! It is the mind that is cold!!! I have transcended the mind. I no longer serve two masters. The mind is not my master. I am in complete control of my experience of life. I am in a state of complete freedom and complete responsibility, complete ownership of my experience of beingness. I am.
Every day my body is getting more pure, more able to handle this earth shaking in my spine and my crown. Every day I long for more.
Through Divine mercy, divine grace and divine law, you have been given free will to experience life in your own choosing and your own way.
I once prayed every day for 6 months, “show me the way, show me the way that I should go in my life.” 6 months, every day I prayed, “Father, show me the way! Show the way that I should go! Show me what I should do with my life!” And there was no answer!
Finally, 6 months later, I rose from prayer, and the engine in my spine rose temporarily, AND A GREAT STRONG THOUGHT OCCURRED: “YOU MUST CHOOSE.”
Exercise your power to choose. You must choose! It took me 6 months to awaken from relying on the Divine to make my choice for me!
This is a huge question. Before sharing my experience and my opinion and understanding of Divine Law, I invite anyone who thinks God is telling them what to do to share their own experience.
I have known people who had a very very deep relationship with the Divine, to the extent that I believed them and was inspired by stories of their experiences. One such friend is no longer on the earth. Just before she got sick with cancer, she was completely healthy and received one such communication along the lines of, “MAY I USE YOUR SICKNESS TO HEAL MANY PEOPLE?” She wasn’t sick at the time, and she obliged the divine urge graciously. I was with her through the whole process and observed how people were touched by her experience and attitude throughout. 6 months later she was gone, off on a new adventure and I was with her through that transition as well.
So even in this very rare case, my friend was given a choice. So here is my big fat opinion:
Who ever says that God is telling them what to do, is simply operating in their mind, listening for the faint calls of the soul: “Hello down there!!!”
The question of identity is a very powerful opportunity for transformation. What are you? Are you a mind? or are you a soul? What is your identity wrapped around: being good? being successful? These are simply constructs of mental conditioning.
My identity is based on beingness. Human beingness inevitably draws its origin in divine beingness, which is overflowing with all aspects of virtue. All we need to do is shift the nexus point of our identity and let it shine.
A human being is Soul with a mind and body in tow. These ones who have chosen to live this way, in true identity, are the ones I call “true children of God.” This may seem judgmental, but it is really a question of choice. The ones who are radiating light, and seem to be truly alive inside have most likely made a choice at some point in their lives that allowed this to shine.
I practically worship these kinds of people. I can sense them from afar, and they come in all shapes and colors, all races, all classes, all genders. Some bear the scars from the battle of life and exist in the lowest classes of society, facing moral decisions that are far south of the moral compass of society. I am seeking people like this, regardless of outer form or social station, seeking to connect and seeking to support them.
The opposite of the radiant “true” child of God; the opposite of knowing and identifying with beingness, is identifying with the mind, heart or body. This kind of person might say or perhaps think things like: “I know I have a soul, but it is out there somewhere. I don’t know what it is doing.”
God does not tell us what to do. When we awaken as children of God we awaken as soul! A living soul!! We are free to choose!!!
For those who have awakened to the magic of true Beingness, every word that comes from our mouth are words of wisdom, and the melodic song of the Father pours from the mouth. Every time I speak I hear the voice of my Father. It is so precious!! Every word, every deed is so precious! I am an inspiration to myself. Does this sound arrogant? For one who is identified with mental conditioning, the natural love and sincere respect of oneself is very foreign.
WHERE ON THIS EARTH CAN GOD HAVE A VOICE?? WHERE? GOD PLACED HIS CHILDREN IN HIS IMAGE, WITH FEET AND WITH HANDS AND WITH A VOICE UPON THIS EARTH. The voice of God on earth is the voice of God’s true children. The voice of those who awaken as a soul, a living soul, and whose eye is single.
God’s true children are the ones who know they are a living soul. And thus the last shall be first and the first shall be last, for many are called, but few are chosen. God’s children are all equal. No one can stand superior to a true child of God. No one.
We all have our roles to play, but we can be the voice of God from any social station. We have the choice of which school to learn or which company to work or which business to start with varying authority figures whom we need to align with to be a part of successfully. However, Divine equality is entirely independent of social station.
Divine equality is a law of being, yet any living soul, will point in the direction of the greatest light.
The matter of earth, ruled by principles of diffusion such as gas, move outward from a high-pressure canister into the world. However, the light of Heaven follows instead principles of magnetism, which moves from low concentrations to high concentrations. The greater the expression of my soul, the more magnetic I become, and the more I seek those, my teachers, my masters, my uncle – whose expression of light and the radiance of their tree of life is greater than mine – and the more I seek and am able to connect with and support the true soul of humanity.
I seek true children of God: THAT THE LIGHT THAT WE MAGNIFY AND WE RADIATE TOGETHER IS GREATER THAN THE SUM OF ITS PARTS! Radiating light, activating the children of heaven, THIS IS THE WORK OF THE CHILDREN OF GOD!
WE CAN TURN ON THE TREE OF LIFE WITHIN!!
HEAR THE CALL!! AND CHOOSE!!! CHOOSE!!!
FEW, SO FEW ARE CHOSEN!!! SO CHOOSE!!!
CHOOSE TO BE A LIVING SOUL!!
The power and sovereignty you hold as a living soul gets diluted when one disregards true responsibility. Using phrases such as “This makes me feel…” “I’m hurt” “I’m resentful” all disregard the choices, perhaps unconscious that were made prior to expressing such an accusatory thought.
Even in the shadow of such minor disavows of responsibility, to me there is no greater misdeed than proclaiming divine authority over others by saying that God commanded them to do something. This person can be the megalomatic pastor cowing his sheep into submission, or it can even be a person of criminal intent justifying inner wounds by giving them a voice. Please don’t be a person like that.
You have all the power in the universe. As children of the Divine, the most natural, effortless way of being is overflowing with wisdom, blessing, power and virtue.
At the very least, we can own our power and be responsible, even held accountable in an honorable way for the consequences of our actions.
DON’T EXCUSE ANY WORDS OR CHOICES AS GOD TELLING YOU TO DO THIS OR THAT!!!
THE DIVINE ONE PLACED YOU IN THE GARDEN OF YOUR LIFE WITH THE POWER TO CHOOSE!!! CHOOSE!!
“Who then is the greatest of heaven?”
“And he called to him a little child, and set the child in the midst of his disciples, and said, Verily I say unto you, except ye turn and become as little children, ye shall in no wise enter into the kingdom of heaven.
“Whosoever therefore shall humble himself as this little child, the same is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven; and whoso shall receive such a little child in my name receiveth me.” (Matthew 18:1–5, American Standard Version)
Who is that little child? Who is the child? I am. The child is obviously a symbol. Jesus himself was not saying, “I am a child.” It’s a symbol for something. And when we turn and become as little children, we don’t shrink. It’s a symbol for something. What is it? There’s something truly open in this moment to the spirit of pure being.
I have memories from my childhood. When I was in first grade I was very enthusiastic about learning how to read, and I got to the point where I was reading to my class. Then something changed in my mind. I remember a day when the whole way that I would think changed, and suddenly, from whatever the way my mind worked before, my mind would start to think in words after I learned how to read. Every time I had a thought, the words would just kind of scroll across my forehead like a banner. And over time, as we grow, all of these words, all of these learnings that inflate and bind our minds grow like vines, sucking the life out of something that’s truly present.
The more inflated and the more bound our minds become, it’s like we’re living in a dream, always—we’re mad about something, or adamant about something. We’re afraid to lose something of ourselves, something of our identity. But it doesn’t exist, it’s not real. It’s a dream. When does the dream end? When? When will the children of the Father wake up? The little child is the awakened son.
There’s been a huge transformation in the being that’s standing before you. I’m awake. And the process of awakening came in the form of a dream that I wrote down, entitled “Three Tests to Spiritual Wholeness,” and I also call it “The Dream To End All Dreams.” If you want to read all those details, you’re welcome to, but I’ll just share with you very simply what the three tests were. I live them, in this moment.
The three tests were, first, destruction of form, destruction of the ego. The second test was complete honesty: I was asked, “What did you do to cause the problem?” And I was able to be fully honest, because I had lost the forms that I was holding on to—completely melted away. I was able to say, “This is what I had done that caused the problem.” As I passed that test, the advice that was given to me was, “Such honesty is accountability to heaven, not man.”
It doesn’t matter if people judge you for being completely honest and completely true. It does not matter if people judge you for being completely self-effacing about what you have done. People who judge would find a reason to judge you later anyway. Such honesty is accountability to heaven, not man.
The third test was in a place where there was a man there that I regarded as the Father. He didn’t see me, he didn’t acknowledge me. And that test was simply to wait—to be in a place where the Father could see me, but not demand his acknowledgment. Just wait.
To let myself be destroyed, to let myself be completely honest, and to let myself be patient in the presence of the Father—these were the three tests for spiritual wholeness.
That was on the third of August, and since then, as all my dreams do, every symbol has manifested in my life, culminating last week with an explosion of energy in my being. The amount of energy in my spine, the amount of energy that is moving through me, completely exploded into this presence. And it was as though this seed, this golden seed in my navel opened up, and a golden man rose from a fetal position in my navel, and didn’t stop at my body, it just kept going and going and going. My true self is here. It took a lot of time to get used to using my body again, because it’s truly me that’s here now. The awakened son is here.
My priorities are very different now. One of the things that’s so different about me is that I went around thinking that I had completely lost my mind. But literally, it’s like there’s no difference between what’s sincere and true to me and what comes out of my mouth and what comes out of my words and what comes out of my deeds. The inner has completely manifested in form in my outer world. There’s no mind, there’s no silent place that I can hold something that’s true of myself and withhold it from the world. It’s impossible now—it’s impossible. I’ve lost the ability to withhold the truth.
And as for my body… I don’t have time to say everything I’d like to say, but I will say this: This moment is the Garden of Eden. Everything around you is the kingdom. To the degree that you could be open and see the kingdom in this moment, be in the garden in this moment. The reason the mind judges things as good or bad or creates drama, or anything else that the mind is doing, is because it is starving for energy. It’s starving—it’s like a man clutching, eternally dying for water in the desert. The mind is starving for energy. And when the awakened son comes, that energy is present and the mind can be at peace.
Know this: My mind is like a calculator. I use it when I need it, I take it out of my pocket, and I put it back in my pocket when I’m done with it. Because I am awake, I am here.
I’d like to finish with the “Prayer of Being,” written by Martin Exeter. And as I say them, these are my words too, because I live them, and they are true for me.
I am in heaven. The revelation of myself is holy.
My kingdom comes because I am here. My will is done in earth because my will is done in heaven.
I give the bread of life in each moment of my living on earth.
I forgive, and that forgiveness is received by those who share the spirit of forgiveness.
I lead no one into tribulation, but deliver all evil into the creative cycle.
For mine is the kingdom, present on earth, because I am present on earth. Mine is the creative power of the Word. And mine is the glory which results, shining round about, to be reflected by the world which I create.
So I end with a note of patience. This new cycle, every first step on a new cycle, starts with the spirit of patience. I am patient with the Father, that he will acknowledge and use my voice as he sees fit, not me. And I am patient with his children. I don’t demand recognition, I don’t demand respect from anyone. But if you are awake, whenever it’s right for you, come look me in the eyes and tell me, “I am awake. Let us serve the Father, for the kingdom of heaven, together.”
I see all these baby naming sites with name meanings and annual trends. And the tendency is for parents to base their children’s names on their own preferences or their family’s, etc.
The function of a name is simply to embody, in both the sound energy and the meaning energy, the energy that will assist the soul purpose of the child best in this life. Through my work with dreaming and just paying attention on subtle levels, I have found that my children both chose their own names while in-utero.
Taking the emphasis away from the parents and more towards the child is no small shift. Without the proper tools, how can soul communication exist in-utero? The answer is just sincerity. Have a sincere desire to have the child’s true name revealed, and in whatever form works best, it will be shown to you.
Blessed are the children whose parents can hear their true names.
I am the truth. This means that my being is no longer separated between the inner and outer. What moves in my soul, moves in my words and deeds. I feel whole for the first time in my life. Around me is endless freedom and possibility.
I am walking, walking along a narrow lane, in a large, open urban area – almost a park like setting. After passing the park and entering an urban square, I came upon some people: A man, a woman and an elderly lady with them, who were prostrate towards a nearby building, kneeling on the concrete, sweating, bowing, transfixed with one-pointed attention towards something in the distance.
“Selah!!!” They would proclaim with both hands in the air, then they would bow all the way to the pavement. It seemed they had been worshiping like this for a very long time, perhaps all day and the night before. All 3 were clearly exhausted, and their bodies betrayed the full spectrum of the motions, but their intense devotion was unwaveringly directed despite their bodily aches. I could tell that the three seemed to be of south Indian descent. My curiosity is peaked. Where am I?
I looked at the building they seemed to be worshiping. It was octagonal in shape, and tall like a tower. My mind identified it as a hospital or place of healing. And it was dirty, old and had old clothes seemingly strewn from the patios, 3rd-world-ish enough that I realized I might actually be in the South of India somewhere.
Following the devotional energy, I decided to go and inspect this healing sanctuary. What about this place inspires such fervent ecstatic devotion? However, when I got in, I discover it was no more than an apartment or dormitory. The decorations, strewn laundry hanging, smell of spices, earthy down-home living conditions all made me feel like I was in India somewhere. And yet, no people. The place seemed utterly empty of inhabitants.
Faced by the sheer emptiness of inhabitants in this place, compelled by intrigue, suddenly, I am on a mission. Like a floating log down a current of river, I am captivate by a stream of invisible devotional energy that endlessly rose to the top floor of this healing – apartment-like holy place. I was on a mission to get to the top of this building – compelled by the outside worshipers’ prayers flowing like a steady stream of energy underground to the base of the tower then rising to the top in an endless circuit through the devotees outside.
This giant white tower has eight walls that rise ten stories high. Once inside I can see that every residence on every floor has a balcony walkway out front with a nice open view out front. I climb to the middle floor using the outside staircase that flanked each side of the building, and entered the residential hallway. I came to an apartment unit, in the middle of the building, that had no front door. This is the door to the heart of the tower – the middle door on the middle floor. Through the doorless doorway to the heart of this 8-sided white tower, I stop to peer in to inspect the inside of this apartment, then I go inside to look around. To my dismay I first see the space is a studio – dashing any hopes to see someone around the corner of a bedroom who might come out to greet me and ask for me. Perhaps guide me.
Alone in the heart of the tower, heart longing for guidance, devotion and connection to the divine within, the dream takes a nightmarish turn as a huge pack of about 1000 emerald-colored spiders all suddenly emerged, spilling out in droves from underneath a small armchair. Each spider was about the size of my palm, and had 2 diamond shaped markings, a shiny platinum color, on each side of their emerald green abdomens. As they began to surround me, I panicked, stomping my feet on ground in a brazen attempt to shoo them away – but it was in vain. I knew any one or 5 of them would have scurried at the deep hollow thrust of my feet against the ground, but these spiders were emboldened by their sheer numbers and called to each other that they had found a meal in my arrival. Entering the empty space at the heart of the 8-sided tower, I was consumed by the heart.
Thousands of emerald eight-legged spiders pressed ever closer around me. I am paralyzed, seemingly, as one spider, then another – then a handful at a time jump 6-7 feet in the air to try to land on top of me to try to bring me down. Instead of waking up from the nightmarish experience, I change perspectives as I often do in dream combat – looking down from above or afar in a 3rd person view rather than 1st person. I watched, powerless, from afar as my seated body was devoured by the host of spiders. The bones were all that remained after a very short time, then, through the power of everlasting life, all seemed to regenerate and I was myself again, or so I thought.
There is one very important difference in my body now: I am now only 3 1/2 feet tall! I’m the size of a four-year old!
I look again at the scurrying, attacking, confused spiders – and picking one up I noticed that its body now appears as a shiny nylon-like fabric material. “These are puppets,” I thought to myself, and the sense of nightmarish powerlessness from the previous scene melted away. I’m a small child. In this empty studio at the heart of the 8-sided tower everything is brighter, everything is taller, and as a small boy I’m arising from a soft bed made of cute green 8-legged stuffed animals who could have been my playmates and sleeping companions forever. My eyes face the doorway of the heart through which I came, amazed to see from knee-high my surroundings.
I was suddenly aware that I had passed the first test, and was allowed to ascend higher up the tower. “I am the only inhabitant of the heart,” I realize as I walk out of the room to the balcony with a fifth floor view at the midpoint of the building. Amazed that my head can’t see over the top of the balcony railing, I turn left to the stairwell at the end of walkway and continue up the apartment levels, but in search of what?
Up the stairs 3/4 or 4/5 of the way to the top of the building, three more flights of stairs and I exit the eighth floor, of the eight sided white ten-story tower and come upon an older Indian woman. I was shocked to realize that she is the first inhabitant of this place I had come across. And she was only 3 feet tall as well, but after my transformation with the spiders, we met eye to eye. My mind raced as I met her gaze: Was this a single residence? It was huge! Who could own a whole apartment building like this? Did she know about the spiders below? Were they her ‘puppets’?
Here I am, firstly purified by being consumed by the heart, standing before the Divine Mother appearing as sage. The old woman had a test for me as well, the second test for spiritual wholeness is to let the Divine Mother inquire and search my heart’s honest truth of pure knowing. She has a question she wanted answered and I’m more than happy to oblige. “Why are you here?” It was a warm-up. I didn’t even have to answer that one, she already knows I’m in search of the inhabitant of the tenth floor. Our eyes catch each other’s glance and then we both softly smile and I feel such deep love, such deep welcoming, such ecstatic oneness of knowing between beings. We both know the second test to spiritual wholeness wasn’t completed yet, so then she popped a big one: “How was the problem your fault?” The lacerating question makes me feel extremely vulnerable, but after being heart-purified by emerald green spider jaws, and arising in innocence, the fear of self-exposure no longer dominates me. My heart sees plainly how my actions contribute to some failure, and I say, “What I did to cause the problem? What I did to cause the problem is that I said YES.” She seems satisfied with my honesty, and let’s me pass with her blessing to continue ascending the ten-story tower. Her advice to me on parting: “If they judge you for being self-effacing, do not blame yourself. They would have found a reason to judge you later anyway. Such honesty is really about being accountable to Heaven, not to man.” In her presence feeling both ashamed and confident: ashamed for my shortcomings, and confident in my ability to take greater responsibility. Her presence and her searching of my heart is ever-present and ever-searching, my heart always welcomes her and she is always with me.
I finally reach the top tenth floor of this 8-sided white tower just two stairways up. At the top of the stairs lies a partially open door at the end of a very short dark hallway, giving the slightly ominous feeling of entering a cave. Outside the dark door standing partially ajar, I hear what must be the master of the house call curtly to come in. Through the dark doorway a giant room opens up, with a back wall and ceiling that are so far tall and deep that they appear black, but the front of this vast room is setup as if for the greatest scientist that ever lived. Small walkways pass through rows packed with scientific instruments from every age, every culture and every era of history and beyond. I wonder, “Where is this Master whose voice I heard calling me inside the door?” Finally starting to exit row upon row of tools of knowing, I come to the front of the room where the whole wall has been setup as an electric neon blackboard of some kind that was full, absolutely full of equations connecting the cosmos and all life in an ecstatic mathematical splendor.
Facing away from me, transfixed writing something high above his shoulder on the wide screen, there stood an old man, shorter than me even though I was only 3’5″, wearing a white tunic and turban. He didn’t seem to notice or face me to interact in any way. Here I am, at the tenth station, in the presence of the Heavenly Father or Divine Masculine appearing as sage, who called me into his sacred cave, surrounded by endless tools of deeper knowing, and filled only with profound silence. In his silent knowing I instantly recognize my 3rd test, and decided to wait. To wait upon the silent lord of the tower becomes my place of home, my place of devotion, knowing that I’m surrounded by the greatest wisdom and the One who is guiding it all electrifies my being in wise electric presence.
3 TESTS FOR SPIRITUAL WHOLENESS
Then a huge pack of about 1000 emerald-colored spiders all suddenly emerged, spilling out in droves from underneath a small armchair. Each spider was about the size of my palm, and had 2 diamond shaped markings, a shiny platinum color, on each side of their emerald green abdomens. As they began to surround me, I panicked, stomping my feet on ground in a brazen attempt to shoo them away – but it was in vain. I knew any one or 5 of them would have scurried at the deep hollow thrust of my feet against the ground, but these spiders were emboldened by their sheer numbers and called to each other that they had found a meal in my arrival. And they pressed ever closer around me. I was paralyzed suddenly
My dream last night started out in an apartment. I was looking for work, and apparently had been doing so for a long time because my apartment was really barren and I had no utilities. It was as though I had been slowly becoming homeless from the inside out. The difference between being in this apartment and being out on the street was ever slowly diminishing. The walls were all a pale blue every night from the streetlamps outside, and seemed to keep that same color during the day as well.
There was a place I knew about, not far from where I lived, that I knew wasn’t going out of business. All I knew was that it was some kind of mining operation, and they had new people hiring there all the time. Like everyone else, they never called me back, but I was now completely determined, and ready to do anything. I thought, “Even if I have to volunteer there until they hire me, I won’t give up until they do.”
I walk in the door of this place and somehow the entrance to the mines was simply in the rear of their front office building. The woman at the front desk didn’t even ask me my name, but simply waived her hand to the back of the room, as there was a group of new workers entering the mine at that very moment.
I count my luck and hop into the back of the line. As we are escorted through the door, everything is dark, but not as dark as it should have been. The walls were clearly earthen, but illuminated with a pale blue light. It seemed so unnatural or perhaps supernatural, until we were led forward to a watery surface that was none other than some kind of port or boat dock. The water was lit from deep within, and the whole tunnel we were in could not have been more than 20 feet wide and only 20 feet of water until the tunnel tapered down underneath. “How can a boat fit in this place?” I wondered.
At that moment, a submarine-like vessel suddenly roared to the surface, startling all but our escorts. I just had enough time to notice that it was black, with a nose and two wings – almost like a man-made sting ray. Someone handed me a mask, like a scuba mask but it covered my whole face, and said “Use this.” “Put this on,” they said to the next person, then some other curt variation to the next. We were then ushered to the passenger part of the vehicle. The doors were completely open, like the belly of a helicopter. As we strapped into our seats, I was fearful that the water would entrench us if they didn’t close the doors, but there didn’t seem to be anything to close at all. At least our masks were connected to something that kept us breathing. Then I blacked out.
I woke up again in the dream. I was still strapped in my seat and the passenger bay was still dry. I seemed to be the only one awake. All the other passengers were asleep. The cockpit was illuminated blue and captain and co-captain stirring with this and that. We flew fast and low to the bottom of the floor, as I could see the kelp and coral and whatever else was growing just beneath us. From the speed at which they whizzed by, I guess we were skimming along at about 30 miles per hour.
Then I started getting paranoid again about the bay. “How did this thing stay airtight?” I could only imagine that the speed that the sting ray submerged had something to do with trapping the air inside. My fear became so pervasive, that the sub then seemingly responded by actually making a hard enough turn banking on its left so that the trapped no longer was held by the ceiling and upper walls of the passenger bay, and cold rushing water woke all the passengers up. Then we were all thankful we had the scuba masks on. Shortly afterward, the sting ray arrived at its destination. The captains sure had a polite way of waking up their crew. Then I blacked out again.
I woke up and was in a place that could only be described as a different world. There were hardly any inhabitants, and the passengers I was with quickly diffused into the place and were gone from sight. I was basically alone. There were buildings and signs of civilization but the whole place was just so different than anything I’ve ever seen before. It was like an alternate reality in some other part, some other level, like the center of the earth – that no one knew about.
I met up with some people my age and we found these balls filled with a strange gas that made a popping sound whenever you bounced them. We were really amazed by them and kept bouncing them on walls, buildings, each other and whatever else we could find. We finally met someone who seemed to live here, and when he saw us playing he said, “Oh, did you invent something?” We placed the ball in his outstretched hand. “It doesn’t pop as much as it used to,” I said, “The gas must be gradually escaping every time we pop it.” “I see,” the butler-like man said, “It has an equilibrium line, just like this place.”
Sure enough I noticed that it had a seam bisecting the ball, like an equatorial line, just like any ball made in a factory. The man continued, “Does the ball have any inhabitants?”
I was horrified. Inhabitants? We had been smashing this ball on everything we could find. Any tiny living things in there would surely not have survived. I grabbed each end of the ball and separated it at the equatorial line. It gradually gave way and the two halves began to separate again. Inside was just a sticky green, gel-like goo. The butler looked smug. “I knew your invention couldn’t have been that good to match this place,” he seemed to think.
Then the young men and myself knew we had to find a way out of this place. We were no longer content to simply idle our time away in this other world. There had to be a way back. We searched everywhere and must have found a way that seemed different than the rest. We found ourselves ascending until we reached a shale-like stair case. The stone was deep red, and stairs eventually came out in a desert like place that could look out at the stars again. However, the lookout was either an illusion or was some kind of window that we couldn’t pass through. We had to keep going around another hidden path to the right and up again. Finally we passed through an entrance, that not-surprisingly became the back door of this giant house. “This is some kind of crazy network of underground passages in all these buildings and homes,” I thought, “I wonder where else this thing goes.”
After eagerly exploring, only somewhat apprehensive that one of the residents might return, we counted 8 total bedrooms. I slept in the lower level room just to the left of the cave entrance. White curtains billowed around a gust of wind, revealing the same view in the window that the ascending stair case did a quarter mile behind us, but from a different angle. “This window is actually real,” I was relieved, “I can jump out through it back into the world anytime I want.” That satisfaction calmed me enough to collapse to sleep. It had been a long long journey, and all I knew was that I now was re-located to a high desert state, mostly likely in the US southwest. I fell quickly to sleep, wondering if my new life would be any better here than when I left, and also wondering if I would take the time to see where else this new reality connected to.
I have written recently about peace being a pre-requisite for effective change. Feel free to read this article before continuing forward.
Extending upon the foundation of a peaceful core – one then comes upon the nature of mental strength.
I am aware the tremendous waste of energy that my mind expels resisting what is and rejecting what I do not want to create in my life, rather than fully engaging my energies with what in fact I do want to create.
Such creation is revealing itself three-fold: Perspective, Integrity, and Perception. If these three inner factors are in place, for good or for ill – the outworking of creation cannot help but follow.
The Unity of Perspectives
Creation is of its very essence co-creation. A portion is emitted from me. A portion is emitted from you. And a greater majority is emitted from the underlying core of the universal reality that pulses in us all. To what degree am I attuned to that greater whole? Such is the nature of unity of perspectives.
The Integrity of Time
In identifying that which is the most fruitful direction of creation at this time, a transcendence of – unifying the nature of time is possible. One can cultivate the ability to place importance not just on this moment, but upon foreseeing the ripples of cause and effect. Let the foresight come in, revealing cause and effect, then cause and effect even 3 times outward in the pond of our ever-deepening relationships, in the realm of guessing how people will react or respond depending upon the nature of their particular mental filters and experiences.
In such a way, depending on my inner stillness, depending on the depth of peace within, clearing my ability to observe clearly – I can cultivate the ability to choose my creative words and behaviors in a truly skillful manner. Thus, there can then be a unity of my actions and the consequences thereof. There can be a unity of time that coalesces past, present, and future into one glorious moment of creation. This, to me, is integrity – a full integration of actions that are fully conscious of their consequences.
The Self-fulfilling Prophecy of Perception
The strength of my mind is wasted in negative messages about myself, playing like a broken record within. I find that my mental projections, like a record, can even spin around my being – then as soon as the blessed one comes into my field of energy, they are suddenly succumbed like a needle on the record – and cannot help but to reflect back to me my energy toward myself. How can I use this energy in positive ways? Consider the power of the following declarations, deeply rooted in holy perception, and expressing both the unity of perspectives and of time:
I am going to bless you in immense ways.
I am a blessing to your life.
I have blessed your life in the deepest ways, and may you carry them forward.
Sara needs to let go of comparing herself to others.
Sara is accepting herself more, and blessing everyone around her workplace.
Have you noticed how much Sara has become a new, immensely powerful being uniting Mother, Farmer, Manager and Friend?
I can invest my mental energy in ways that affirm the aim of my creation as having been already fulfilled three-fold past, present, and future. In this way it is possible to gain tremendous energy from positive declarations stated in the future-past tense.
David has taken his spiritual leadership to another level.
Have you seen how great Oren looks lately?
Josiah has really grown into a confident and considerate young man.
In this way, habits of thinking and right, clear use of observation and perception are in many ways all that is necessary.
The Sea Dragon, The Sting Ray, The Jellyfish, The Sharks, the giddy cries of the children as the deepest mysteries of the sea glide by above and all around – all set the perfect background to “The Circle,” a meditative guitar instrumental.