Who Let the Gods Out?

 

Who Let the Gods Out?

 “There are two great powers… and they’ve been fighting since time began. Every advance in human life, every scrap of knowledge and wisdom and decency we have has been torn by one side from the teeth of the other. Every little increase in human freedom has been fought over ferociously between those who want us to know more and be wiser and stronger, and those who want us to obey and be humble and submit.” 

- From The Subtle Knife by Philip Pullman

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There will always be some malformed loony who can misuse any information, particularly when it relates to sources of energy or power; it takes very little imagination to see why this is possible. It’s always been the case and has often been used to justify impediments to our freedoms. All technologies are double-edged swords.

 

            That’s no excuse to keep the Earth’s populace unaware of many of the technologies, techniques and ideas discovered and developed over the last human lifetime. While we use transport and communication devices based on nineteenth century thinking and twentieth century mass marketing, the jewels in the crown of our civilization lie stashed in vaults - and utilised only by the few who are aware of them - to the detriment of everyone else. 

      

       Suppressing new ideas to preserve the status quo only serves the interests of those in positions of power. The main misuses of new technologies are perpetrated by those who would suppress them. 

 

       Corporations must recoup their research and development costs, and this is another excuse to keep superannuated technology limping along while vastly superior forms are saved for later exploitation. Our industries are aimed at producing dispensable disposable toys whose performance is based on fashion and false economy. Modern cultures produce ‘consumable’ goods with built-in use-by dates like they were going out of style – because style is almost the only thing that changes when ‘new’ models hit the streets. 

 

The mindset of today’s production and manufacturing is as outmoded as the notion of war, upon which it’s based; in wartime, industrialists amass huge amounts of wealth by making things that are literally thrown away and must be continually replaced. In wartime most environmental considerations are thrown out with the bathwater. Using the same principles to operate a global civilization is a very silly way to progress, as we are all beginning to understand. 

 

       None of the technology we consume is ‘state of the art’. Little of it is created to help Humanity or propel us into the pleasurable leisure age that we could all so easily be living in today – instead of this corporate rat-race where time is a luxury and multitudes of desperate wage-slaves swallow the line that they must work until they’re ready to die. All the crap we buy and own and that we burn the planet to consume is made for one purpose alone – to make money. If it wastes ever more expensive energy that we have to pay corporations to provide, so much the better for the corporate usurpers of our governments. None of our civilization is made to last.  

 

       Do you think the new immortality technologies now coming online will be made available to you? Maybe – if we can turn this hell-bent, amoral juggernaut of money and production for its own sake, into something that actually serves Humanity instead of Mammon. If we learn to like each other we can all learn to SMI[2]LE and have a great time.

       There’s no point any longer in attempting to censor the new ways of understanding nature and physics – and the amazing new technologies and concepts that HAVE been suppressed for the last century, during an era of apparently unimpeded technological advance. This writer has witnessed and investigated many of the new devices that are continually emerging and can vouch for the fact that so-called ‘free energy’ is very real. The ideas and principles that still make paradise on Earth possible for us all - even as our options for survival appear to be narrowing - keep arising again and again, when anyone observes nature with an open mind. Nature’s insights are irrepressible. The principles behind accessing freely available energy are easy to understand.

         Up until now, if it can’t easily be weighed, measured - and above all monopolised and SOLD - a groundbreaking technology or theory will be suppressed for as long as possible, in the hierarchical, hidebound caste systems that still give structure to – and program - our newly emerging post-industrial cultures. The Enlightenment-inspired scientific and political revolutions of the last centuries partially transformed the way we run the world, but government by the wealthy for the wealthy is a vampire we have to kill again each generation, to make sure it stays dead. It often reappears in the guise of democracy.
 
         The free flow of information is an indispensable tool if we’re to dig our way out of the abyss we’ve created for ourselves. The principles of freedom and free access upon which the internet was founded are more than mere ideals – they’re the model for a new age. If we simply deny corporate and private thugs the things they crave – our time, attention and money – they’ll stop sucking our life’s blood away.  We can destroy the privatised, compartmentalised hoarding of truth and stop having to PAY for the shared birthright and domain of us all, bequeathed to us by all our ancestors and each other – knowledge and education, information, research and real debate. 

We create a new world by turning our backs on the shrinking corporate ‘mainstream order’ and letting it dry up as a torrent of new streams of life and consciousness erupts in unexpected places. The inventor if the World Wide Web didn’t patent it or make any money from his invention – he gave it to us all for free!
 
          We support those who are destroying the planet by partaking of their systems and institutions or we nourish alternatives, by exploring and living them. The simple practice of actually living your ideals to change what matters applies to everything that needs changing in the current gangstercratic, barbaric feudal cultures that are birthing our new world.  However they masquerade behind their various isms and ocracies, the same primitive primates try to dominate their respective packs with the same ‘money or the gun’ tactics of bribery, blackmail and racist nepotism, dominated by the grunt with the biggest spear. Their doomed worldview is based on fear and can’t survive without it. How gauche. 

 

         We all know – or at very least sense - that truly great changes are upon us and the tried-and-trusted old ways will only serve to kill us all in this Brave New World that our willfully barbaric and competitive industriousness has made. We’re growing smarter than the grunts. And we can change it all without violence, with a minimum of turmoil. We can have all the time in the world.

          If we want a free world, the only way we can all have real security is by ensuring that everyone has enough - and that no-one and no group or nation hoards obscene amounts of the world’s common wealth while others have access to none - and half the planet starves amid plenty. The techniques and technologies to change all this and make anything possible are available now – but they can’t be monopolised and may not make anyone a personal fortune. They’ll just save us all. That’s the nature of real freedom and truly free energy.
 
         The distributed network model that’s emerging as a template for the new paradigm - where everything is interconnected and there is no central control, where unpredictable, creative, cooperative independence rules - like the Internet itself – is the model to follow if we’re to create a great and diverse future for everyone.
 

 

         
Many people have been hooked by the line that after the September 2001, the world has become a very different place. Half-truth hogwash! Of course it’s a different place – and we can thank our lucky stars that it is! Just when the world seemed hell-bent on a rollercoaster ride to mass catastrophe, a new generation of smarter, wiser, more compassionate human beings is emerging to take the whip and reins out of the arthritic claws of the fossilised warmongers of the last millennium – and replace them with a joystick and touchpad. Let’s give the agents of change a hand. We can all still have a future if we realise that we’re one dysfunctional family sharing one beautiful world. Our many nations and cultures are just spicy icings on the same capacious cake and it’s unlikely we’ll be allowed to leave the party until we clean up our mess.
 
         There are people and organisations that have set themselves up as gatekeepers of the new emerging physics and ideas, reasoning that dangers exist in free energy technologies that could be exploited by terrorists, for example. That’s only the case with centralised systems that control freaks want to operate – to sell you free energy like a priesthood dispensing indulgences. Small stand-alone power units can easily serve dwellings or apartment blocks and are far less dangerous than gas bottles to run and easy to maintain. They’d be useless to anyone with ill intent and most systems are clean to run, producing zero harmful emissions.
 
         Some of these free energy (or over-unity) technologies exploit the morphology of electrical and magnetic fields, others use resonance technologies and others create usable fuel (and abundant transportable energy) from water. Many are patented and can be scrutinised by serious researchers or skeptical dilettantes. Many work best when used on a small scale – unlike, for instance, the beamed power and flying transportation systems patented by Nikola Tesla a century ago. Most could not be misused any more dangerously than a kitchen stove. When we tie our individual power and transport systems into a loose neural network we’ll be able to close down all coal and nuclear ‘power stations’ – even if we merely use already available state-of-the-art solar, wind, tide and fuel systems.
 
        This is the real world – it’s not science fiction or (simply) the ravings of a conspiracy theorist. Do a little research and above all go out and see for yourself and you’ll begin to understand how much is easily possible. We can repair the planet and continue to make and grow all the things we need, so that there can be abundance for all. We can all have great, guilt-free lives (and unimaginably good ‘standards of living’) as well.  

        The World Wide Web can be the ultimate instrument of repression, or the instrument of consensual liberation – the choice is up to us, here, now, and we vote with our time and our attention. Free your mind. Free yourself. Freeze out the old industrial corporations and their boring programs; ignore them and they’ll go away. If we live without their influence and turn off the vidiot boxes they sell us to hypnotise ourselves with, a new paradigm will rapidly grow, nourished by our own creations, yearnings, attention and time.

         The genies of free abundant energy are already out of their bottles. There are many ways to bypass the control freaks who try to rule our lives. There’s more than enough to go around if we just stop competing with each other and stop treating the globe like a replaceable football in an antiquated, mindless territorial game dominated by boofheads. There’s a whole new global ball game to learn. The principles behind devices, concepts and technologies that deliver electrical power and totally clean fuels for free are easily understood and communicated. See, for instance, Free Energy.

            Abundant power is everywhere and it’s easily tapped. With clean energy we can repair the ecosystem and allow people to live as they wish, in whatever ways they choose – as long as their lifestyles don’t involve hurting other beings or despoiling the planet. We can all live in a paradise where our burgeoning numbers will stabilise themselves as speed and greed is replaced by pleasure and leisure. The sky isn’t the limit – it’s the ground floor of heaven…
 
        The political and economic structures that make all this possible are already evolving– in the new era of distributed power and information they’re growing to suit the way we live, not the other way around - as in the old top-down pyramid scams run by self-serving jerks that conned our uneducated ancestors for millennia. ‘Welfare’ and ‘socialism’ and ‘the common wealth’ are actually shorthand symbols for universally agreed and agreeable concepts - not evil Trojan horses. Evil propaganda has tried to convince us to automatically denigrate decency and justice, by feeding our worst ingrained fears of being ripped off. If we instead learn to care and share, we can swiftly create a compassionate global family that cares for all its children.
 
        When making money is no longer the prime motivation of doctors, lawyers, politicians, tradespeople, inventors and other servants of wider Humanity, we’ll all easily afford free and excellent health care, transportation and shelter for all. When education is understood as an investment in the future and not something to short-sightedly attempt to make money from today, mass ignorance, imaginary class barriers and apathy will rapidly disappear. Everything that costs us all money – like war, illness, transport, education and energy - actually makes huge amounts of money - for someone. The racist fears of hidebound unethical assholes have dominated our histories for long enough.
 
         We won’t survive with this unsustainable and fundamentally uneconomical feudal world economy; in the times of catastrophic change we’re beginning to experience it’s cheaper to let millions or billions die (and still retain control over desperate viable populations) than it is to try to save them all. The control freaks who think they know what’s about to happen don’t believe there’s any way to avert disaster as food and water supplies dwindle and countries war over primal resources; they think they’re the smartest primates around and honestly believe that if they can’t see any other solution to our global dilemmas than reducing the world’s population, there isn’t one. Their self-fulfilling prophecies of doom and megalomaniacal hubris blind them to new ideas and methods that can save us all – because they can’t control them.
 
        All you have to do to be part of a world that keeps growing and thriving is to understand how and why anything is possible; when you see free energy devices and clean fuel systems actually working – as has this writer – you too may feel compelled to understand (all it takes to understand the basics is to listen as you sing in a bathtub or shower or bottle – see links above). When you see that real healing isn’t something you can buy, but is freely available to us all you can abandon the hypochondriac fears instilled in us by a self-interested mass media and ‘doctors’ paid by toxic chemical factories – and avoid the real manufactured poisons they convincing you to consume and smear on your body.
 
        When you realise that cities are not places of safety at all but hothouse cesspits breeding early death on all levels, you can find better reasons and ways to congregate together – or not. Cities are designed as power bases for power mongers and holding pens for the vassals of industrialisation – they’re not made to shelter and entertain happy people living full lives. Big cities that house the bulk of the population are a very modern phenomenon and are certainly not sustainable, let alone an eternal feature of our curious species.
 
           We can do far better. What kind of world do you want to live in? What kind of life do you really want? Do you think you can get there with more money? Or will it take still more? You can easily close this window and forget this rant, and continue to fund the survival bunkers of the idle ‘born to rule’ rich with your life’s essence. Or you can start enjoying life today – right now – and find others to share the fun with. It’s still a beautiful world, out there just beyond the dark Satanic mills. Just look - you can’t miss it! Do it now, while you have the chance.
 
        When a few million people know what’s easily possible – and why - the chaotic genie of abundance can never easily be trapped in its bottle again. There’s more than enough to go around. Learning what you really want and need – and don’t - is the easiest way to have a great new millennium. Did you ever wonder why you have to pay money to someone just to be allowed to live somewhere? Doesn’t that seem like evil extortion - to a fair, free and honest mind?  

Do you own your own life?   

       Freedom means stepping out of the chains you have made for yourself, and all possessions are chains. Do you want to be a link in an anchor chain that binds the world to a paradigm of megadeath and doom - or part of a fantastic ongoing party of liberation? Free Cyberspace!  Free your mind! Turn on, tune in and opt out. Hang the jerk who invented work and learn to enjoy life. You’ll be glad you did.

   

- R. Ayana

 

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Remember to Remember: The Temptation of Inner Sense

Remember to Remember

The Temptation of Inner Sense

Could it be you are immortal? Could you be an immortal with amnesia?
 
How much do you want to remember of your past? Is there anything you would rather forget? How much would you have to give up to completely forget a single memory – and how to regain what you don’t know you’ve lost?

If you are actually a reincarnating immortal, how much have you forgotten, how and why did you forget your past – and do you want to remember it?

In a single life you can do many different things and be many different people to those who encounter you. The stages of life alter your attitudes, image, self-image and perceptual reality. Are you the same person you were when you were younger, or a child? Does that child still dwell somewhere within you or is it sleeping or buried beneath the detritus of time?

You were born and lived for years in the body of a small child. All that time you were conscious, learning and aware. You were probably more aware and sensitive than in the rest of your entire lifetime. How much of it do you remember? Your personality and character was almost fully formed – and fundamentally identical to your present state – before the age of three.

How many of your past lives can you remember? If you can’t remember your own childhood, how can you expect to recall any times further back, beyond your birth? What was your birth into this world like?

Can it be that you are immortal and that you have chosen to forget? Would you choose to remember, given the choice?

The processes that can lead to a loss of memory are many and varied. For example head injury, a spell in a sensory deprivation chamber or hypnosis are able to alter memory or suppress it beneath layers of reactions that can drive the mind away from its own experiences. Painful experiences are one motivation that can help convince you to lose your memory. But the will to forget comes first, before the actual forgetting. 

You’re the one in charge of your awareness. You have to decide to lose yourself before you can; but that decision may be a single traumatised moment in an entire lifetime and it may be separated by years in time from the apparent ‘cause’ of forgetfulness, be it injury or therapy.

Almost everyone wishes for a ‘clean slate’ at some point in their life, a new start or another chance. It’s the temptation of innocence. The implications of wanting a new beginning are rarely considered, but usually involve death and rebirth, actual or mythic.

Fortunately, we don’t actually get a tabula rasa – a clean slate – when we die or otherwise forget, but a palimpsest – a sheet that’s been erased to write upon again. And the underlying inscription always lurks beneath the surface scribing.

More intense memories inscribe deeper impressions in our mindscape, that tend to emerge from beneath the single sheeted plane of (con)temporary temporal existence. They may arrive as memory ‘flashbacks’ (often dismissed as dreams or hallucinations), bouts of deja vu, or be the source of unexamined compulsions. Any imagery that recurs over and again deserves closer examination and can be a seed point from which you can expand your recollections. Suppressed memories and their effects are never gone. They’re always here. Wherever or whenever you go, here you are. You may run, but you can’t hide from yourself.

The common mechanisms for self-erasure involve death and rebirth. A few weeks in a sensory deprivation chamber removed from external stimulus will serve to erase much of your mind. Without meditation training and/or much self-examination, current existence dissolves in an ongoing miasma of dreams and visions.

The Other ‘Little Death’

Every night you surrender to sleep, abandoning your willed focus on the present moment and location and slip into dreams of other possibilities, lives, worlds and universes. Every night you are lost to this world. Every day you come back again. Remind you ofanything?

Meditation, lucid sleep and conscious dreaming are pathways to expand the time your own awareness (and memory of these other realms) is available to you. Examining your awareness on the threshold of sleep can show you that you are more than the sum of your mundane experience. Without such experimentation at least a third of this life is beyond your ken.

Effective meditation lifts you above the local realm of your cultural imprints, particularly language. Real communication occurs at much deeper levels than those available through local, temporary linguistics. The eternal being doesn’t speak in linear languages. Words and syllables are finite shorthand used by the immortal and ineffable to express itself; one reason why ‘oral traditions’ are effective at communicating truths that are all but inexpressible in the written form.

Meditation involves stopping your thoughts, quieting the continual chatter of the ‘monkey mind’ – the local personality that believes endless talking and action proves it’s alive, the internal being that panics and attempts to distract you with more thought when you ask it to shut up. The monkey believes that peace is death and can’t be convinced otherwise until you leapfrog over it to reach the central throne of your own inner self, where the only real peace resides and where true will abides. It’s this nameless core in you that survives to go on forever, wreathed in the cloaks of personality and experience.

God doesn’t dwell in books or words. God lives in you.

 
The will to forget may arise from a single moment but it’s an ongoing process. You can’t forget once, but must continually re-forget, day by day, again and again. The amnesiac is held between and attracted by two magnetic currents of their own construction; the will to forget and the wish to remember. A physical or mental trauma will be buried not once but continually as the amnesiac allows their self to be distracted from the source of inner terror over and again. Every time an intimation of the ‘lost’ memory appears it’s ignored, suppressed or otherwise run from.

Knowing that there’s something you don’t recall, it’s all too easy to believe you don’t want to remember because you’re guilty of something horrendous. This easily becomes a motive to continue to suppress the memory that’s trying to awaken you. But far more often the guilt is actually imaginary and is simply a major motivating and reinforcing mechanism of amnesia itself. It’s another tool of the monkey mind that serves to keep you split from yourself, away from your own centre.

The wish to remember is always present and the moment of Enlightenment is always immanent. When exploring past lives the first memories that return are often ones that have left the deepest imprints. The impression may be of pain or ecstasy but it will commonly be of an intense time, often involving trauma at the end of an incarnation. These first recollections are sometimes enough to stop the seeker from searching further into the endless realms of experience, where wonderful ages full of magic and bliss can be occluded by one angry moment. Don’t put yourself off – the monkey is panicking.

As Kurt Vonnegut said, one way to get through life happily is to concentrate on the good things. To achieve inner illumination is to see that you are continually creating reality at every moment, from a place beyond time and space. Your mind is always somewhere other than where you are. Words, language and even thought are always at least one step behind reality and with them you can never apprehend NOW.

To do that, you have to be here now. You have to want to be here now. Look around, explore it will all your senses. It’s still a beautiful world and you are God. Love yourself and all others – we’re all in it together!

- R. Ayana

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Creator, Judge or Architect? There Is a Sanity Clause!

 

Creator, Judge or Architect?

There Is a Sanity Clause!

 
“So tell me,” O’Grady asks with a glint in his eye, “do you believe in God?” The black snake venom is coursing through my bloodstream and organs and his eyes are glowing in the semi-darkness.

He swirls in my blurring vision as the reply rises full-blown from my heart without pause for censorship or amendment; “When most people ask that question, I get the impression they don’t mean ‘is there a creator?’ – they really mean ‘is there a Judge?’.” He meets my gaze levelly. “That’s a very penetrating insight,” he says, “very Jesuitical.” My heart doesn’t pause to bask in the glow of flattered pride but continues to pour out of my mouth; “The question has more than one answer, depending on what you really mean. I don’t believe that you mean ‘is there a Judge?’ – but let me answer that one first anyway.” We’re both sitting cross-legged and I shift around to face him more directly.


  “There’s only one judge that counts, and at the moment of your death your eyes are riveted open to every act and deed you’ve ever done, stripped bare before the completely aware gaze of a conscience that’s more penetrating and aware than you could believe. You are your own worst and best judge, stripping yourself to the core.

“But at the same timeless time you’re also suffused with the very spirit of parental compassion, so your judgment of yourself is an admixture of Severity and Mercy, if you like.” I touch my left shoulder with my thumb held between my first two fingers and draw a line across to my right. “Those are the names of these two Sephiras of the Tree of Life, by the by, translated from ancient Hebrew – I prefer ‘Clarity and Compassion’ myself…” O’Grady nods slowly, trailing afterimages in the gloom while my mouth continues moving and my voicebox keeps vibrating as the venom flares in my foot and spreads into my brain.

“So you are the judge, the best you could ever hope for – who knows thee more intimately than thine own conscience? And from that immortal perspective beyond time – beyond matter and space you’re beyond time as well, beyond time’s well…” The memory of my deaths return in full-blown Technicolor and quintaphonic Dolby; “…you decide whether you’ve created a perfect pattern or not – one that satisfies your expanded esthetic and ethical senses, the heart that balances the feather of truth.” Psychedelic images begin feathering inward from the periphery of my vision and it becomes increasingly difficult to focus. I concentrate on deepening my breath and slowing my pulse as my voice goes on and on;

“But more than that – from the true perspective of immortal Justice, the obvious macrocosmic truth is revealed – the secret of all enlightenment – that everyone is everyone and everything you do to anyone is something literally done to yourself. In that moment of crystal-clear awareness karma is something obvious and ever-present, and the only important thing – the only thing relevant to your blown open mind – is the impressions you’ve made on other beings, the links you have to others.

“And you decide whether you’ve lived life as best you could, or fallen short of your own abilities. You keep coming back until you’ve done it – I don’t want to use the word ‘right’, because of all the polarised connotations, and ‘correct’ is no better – but you decide to return to the Wheel until you’ve done it right by yourself, and all your selves. Then you have a further choice to explore something else entirely, or not.

“You may even decide to come back here again anyway, to help out.

“But if you want the short version,” I ramble on, “you are the Judge, Jury, Prosecutor, Defender, Executioner and Redeemer. Don’t accept any substitutes.” I need water to dilute and process the foreign proteins spilling through my blood, but the oxygen-rich air of the rainforest does nicely at present.

O’Grady nods and strokes his emerging beard, smiling into my blur. He’s a Saracen and a Viking, a Highlander and a Persian. “All right then,” he nods, “do you believe there’s a Creator?” 


My hallucinating mind reviews the massed ranks of distant primate people who will cast me into imaginary hellfire or oblivion if my answer is negative – but this translucent vision doesn’t slow my open heart. A deep breath fills my lungs.

“On the one hand I side with the Gnostics – before they were all slaughtered and burned at the stake they insisted that those who purport to be the Creator – like Jehovah, for instance, or Jupiter – are actually demons masquerading as the One True God. But it gets complex – the ancients viewed the planets as gods and goddesses, remember, and many deeds and attributes ascribed to them are referents to planetary events, changes and catastrophes. Incidentally, ‘god’ is a pretty horrendous word for what we’re talking about, don’t you think?”

“I’ve always thought it pretty odd,” he agrees.

“Ugly,” I aver. “The Gnostics pointed out that no compassionate creator would ever do the things described in the old babbling books, and that any entity that did, was an ego-driven demon who should be ignored and driven out at all costs. The Gnostics went a little too far for my taste, claiming the universe itself was an evil cage – I understand their erroneous point of view, but in the long run they were a bit too nihilistic for their own good.” The Ark of the Covenant rears before my inner eye, resplendent and glowing with a blue aura of electrical charge. Before my mouth can wander in that direction my interlocutor intervenes, sparing us both a long digression. “Ah, yes, but – do you believe there’s a Creator?” O’Grady laughs.

 

“On the other hand,” I begin, “we’re talking about something not constrained by our primate templates of authority and awareness – and if it comes down to a choice between the archetypes of Sky Father and Earth Mother, these days I have to come down on the side of the Mother…” O’Grady laughs again. “I’m with you there, bro. It’s ‘Nungeena’ around here, right?”

“Great memory,” I congratulate him. “You got it the first time.”

“It’s just that where I first became exposed to this stuff, Her name was ‘Pacha Mama’.”

“Of course,” I smile.

“Nungeena,” he repeats as I nod. “But on the third hand,” I say, miming the emergence of another arm from my shoulder, “if you want to know what I really believe…” He leans forward as my voice drops. “How much do you know about, uh dimensional theory? Have you ever seen a hypercube?” O’Grady nods emphatically. “No,” I change my mind, “let’s start at the other end – it’s easier from down there.”

“Okay.” “You know there are an infinite number of points in any line?” I mime the action and a fluorescing trail of dot patterns laces the ground in the darkness while he nods. “And there are an infinite number of lines in any given plane, right?” I inscribe long lines at various angles on a scroll of parchment that appears in the nocturnal air.

The serpent poison is coming on strong and my foot is throbbing, swollen and red, but my monolog keeps me loosely bound to the world; I’m grateful to have an audience in this remote Paradise – and haven’t been condemned to merely sitting here alone and dealing with the poison while listening to all this stuff going around inside my head. I haven’t told him about the black snake yet – don’t want to worry him unduly. She will bruise thy heel…

“Well there are also an infinite number of planes in any solid, right?” I chop paths through an imaginary sphere from various angles, as it hovers between us like a small planetoid. O’Grady agrees. “And there are an infinite number of three-dimensional solids in hyperspace,” I conclude my series, sweeping my arms outward to indicate all the other spheres hovering in an immeasurable array that spreads away from us in all directions. “Virtual worlds from this point perspective, just as our universe is an illusion when viewed from theirs.”

For a moment I glimpse the view from hyperspace, from the fugue-riding perspective of the Crown Chakra, and all the spheres interpenetrate each other at various angles and progressions of mutual absorption – and then my mouth keeps working around the cud of my words.

“So from that heightened perspective, from the view of a consciousness dwelling in hyperspace – not beyond or apart from this world but implicately involved in everything here, as intrinsic as space or time – you could be aware of every sparrow that falls, every leaf on every tree and every thought in every being simultaneously. You could be aware of the flux of all the alternative timelines from a sufficient remove…

“It’s like this,” I continue as I see him attempt to imagine that view. I draw a circle on the ground between us. “From up here you can see everything inside that flat circle simultaneously, right? It’s all visible at once.”

“I see,” he says, and he does.

“Now, on the second last and penultimate hand in this trick deck, there’s another point or two I must make if you want a near-complete answer. There are those who draw a distinction between not only Judge and Creator, but also include an Architect in their triune pantheon…”

“Like the Egyptians with that dwarf character – what was his name?” He hands me a smoke.

“Ptah. Ta, thanks. That’s the one. “Around here he’s known as ‘Puntjal’ – pretty similar, considering. Here we have Nungeena (or Mother Nature, the Holy Spirit, the Holy Breath, the Nephesh) as well as Puntjal, the Architect of the Universe – and there’s also the indwelling Creator who dwells at the crown of your head, whose arms extend down through ours from the Dreaming, the Al Chera, Hyperspace, from the Crown of Creation, to work within the world and worlds. But I won’t speak his name here and now…”

“Fair enough. The Architect – ‘Puntjal’?”

“Perfect.” “So the geometric certainty of an interpenetrating series of interdimensional realities – not just some mathematical theory, but an infinitude of multiverses and a vast range of nesting dimensions – informs us that there must be, at very least, the likelihood of a Witness – a consciousness that is aware of everything in our little circle. Infinity is a pretty big place – infinity implies that anything we can imagine must actually exist somehow, somewhere, somewhen, on every scale…”

“So we have a Judge, an Architect, Mother Nature and a Witness – but what about a Creator?” he persists as I pass the smoke back to him.

“For a start, it’s all a hologram so you are already partaking of all of those forms of Godhood – your consciousness already extrudes into all the other dimensions, but we’re usually untrained to perceive or make use of any of them but the familiar ones that are useful to terrestrial primates. They’re all accessible, if you start young enough or are very fortunate or have enough focus and will power. The truth is, thou art God.” I’m pleased to see he doesn’t rebel at the prospect as a circlet of six-pointed stars surrounds his brow and an etheric topknot extrudes from the crown of his head.

“Now, if you really want to pin me down about a Creator – on the one octopoid tentacle, with an infinity of infinities to ponder, a Creator can’t be rendered impossible – and anything not impossible is not only probable, but likely – or even mandatory…”

“Anything not forbidden is compulsory.”

“Exactemundo, compadre.” And on the last tentacular extremity of all, interdimensional theory well understands how to create universes – we can do it in the lab, here at the dawn of the Third Millennium.”

“We can?”

“We can – I’ll explain how, if you like… do you know anything about Brane theory? M theory? Membrane theory?”

“Is this answering my question about a possible or probable Creator?”

“Okay then – you know how in current understandings of time travel, if you go back in time and kill your grandfather there’s no paradox at all?”

“You don’t snuff yourself out of existence then?”

“No – because when you leave the bubble of this hologram and enter another one, it is another one – times ain’t times and oils ain’t oils.

By entering another time stream the current belief is that you create a new time stream – although I differ on that point; I say that within infinity all virtual realities are equally real, and that the traveler is not a creator but just another vainglorious usurper of the title. These so-called ‘creator gods’ are simply stepping into a pre-existing continuum, not creating a new one at all. We don’t each simply create a new universe with each act of will, as postulated within the imagined constraints ascribed to quantum theory – we shift into a pre-existing virtual co-creation. There are an infinity of them.

“If you can imagine the sort of obsessive personality that wants to go back in time and change history – and not even their own history you understand – they know it’s a parallel history they’re tampering with but want to do it anyway – you’ll understand why a lot of the so-called ‘gods’ of the past have been such primitive control freaks.”

“Third Reichers and the like.”

“Precisely – and in some cases literally. Anyway, it’s all a variation on Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle, if you like…”

“That’s where you can’t tell the velocity and trajectory of any subatomic particle at the same time?”

“That’s right – and the implications, as derived by modern physicists, are that the observer creates reality. So we’re all the Creator; manifest reality as we know it is a co-creation, combined from the various point perspectives of innumerable lifeforms in innumerable shapes, with utterly divergent environments and ways of viewing the universe. The manifest world is made by all the intersecting perspectives and wills of us all – and certainly not just those of human beings.

“The more diverse the range of lifeforms in a place, the more enduring the landform itself – and all other factors, like climate for instance. Life changes the odds in favour of itself – the evidence is all there if you take a look, all duly notarized and scientifically notated. Mind and will alter the odds, the flip of the dice, the spin of the electron, the intensity of the Sun, the trajectory of asteroids. You know what the native Americans say – the Web of Life holds it all together and each of us is a strand. “And if mind over matter is real – and it is – then all the other so-called psychic phenomena are equally real and accessible to us all.

“We’re creating it all, all the time. Everything’s an interpenetrating hologram and we’re all points of the same distributed consciousness, of the same – there has to be a better word than ‘oddgod’ – but if you’re looking for a Creator, look in the mirror,” I laugh, drawing a planar pane between us.

We grok. It groks.

“Okay,” he asks as pregnant Molki awakes from her drowsy slumber and leans against him. “What do you think gravity is?”

Step out of the chains binding your mind and life! Your parents and grandparents were happy and satisfied to be lied to by those who still get away with stealing the wealth and knowledge of the Earth (and everywhere else) for themselves – are you?

Turn on. Tune in. Opt OUT! You have nothing to lose but your blinkers. Security is only found within and true abundance comes only to those prepared to give everything away when they no longer need it.

Money is not abundance – it’s a tax on abundance! Why are you reading this? Why are you here? What is it that you need? Why do you need it? Who are you, really?

 

 

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Reaping the World Wind

How To Make Love Last

How in the name of heaven or hell did you get here? Why are you reading these silly words by some unknown savant or savage? But let’s ignore the obvious for now – let’s not look for someone else to praise or blame, before we return to the heart of matter and the hearth of the Mother.

For we dwell on the edge of the eaves of destruction and salvation in the manifold mansions of our forefathers’ follies. We’re ready to awake from a healing slumber that’s befallen all humankind’s sleeping beauties, a comatose numbness that preserved the seeds of the future by closing our eyes to the errors of a now bygone age. And now on the brink of eternity’s blast, our eyes are opening again and at last to a world that’s forever outgrown its past.

The unclear nuclear era is gone if not forgotten by those who must breathe its billennial vapours. Welcome to the Sage of Aquarius, who still has to chop wood and carry water, albeit often by novel and easier means than primordial ones. The need for unending work is dead if we only use our minds for something better than rank competition.

Times have changed. We’ve entered a brave new world of geoweaponry where the hubris of game playing musclebound warriors and envious monkey mind scientists has delivered up the tools of the gods of yore. Earthquakes, hurricanes, volcanoes, tidal waves and all the injurious forces borne by the children of Earth at the hands of past planetary deities are now at our beck and call. Humankind wanted to become gods, and so we have, ready to face the wider cosmos. One being’s ceiling is another’s floor. Thank you, Mr Tesla, for creating a fresh Slate on which to draw.

Fallen angels with electronic haarps seem to have forgotten that when you sow the wind you reap the whirlwind – and flood and famine, pestilence, death and a cavalcade of apocalyptic horsemen, all arrayed and ready for cavalier destruction. But after all, that’s business as usual.

Let’s try something unusual for a change, now that we have the chance.

Being a god is overrated. It’s better to live in paradise on earth than to serve or rule in heaven or hell. It’s better to dance on your feet than fight on your knees. And to all would-be leaders or followers – forget the rest, it’s the environment, stupid, not a falseconomy of impoverishing ‘progress’ where people work most of their waking lives just to keep an overpriced roof over their heads and toxic food in engorged poisoned bellies.

The time to be economical with the truth has passed. What really matters? The economy? Really? Economical? Hardly. A mess far more appropriately described by its anagram – ‘one comical’ display of pound foolishness and penny wisdom so hideously stupid it beggars belief.

Can you imagine the folly of building a society where everyone borrows against tomorrow to pay for yesterday’s outdated desires? Where everyone steals from their children to fatten their obscene obesity? Yet almost everyone has succumbed to the thrall of gilded frippery and wilfully surrounded themselves with a toxic cocoon of plastic ‘luxuries’ – inhabiting self constructed barred and locked cells of the damned into which they lock themselves each and every night, afraid of their own shadow.

Our elected ‘leaders’ are clueless sycophants to damaged industrialists who believe in dust, as the only reality. They all want you to believe that pointless destructive labour for their personal benefit is a virtue. Lol to their monetary lollies; I’d rather loll around laughing than fall along with them.

The religions, superstitions, cults, credos and fraudulent sciences on which these pillars of society were reared have subtly assured these inductees – who imagine themselves leaders – that it matters little what they do, for the world will surely end someday soon; and, if not the world, then their lives will certainly be forfeit at the end of a tidily tiny allotted span and they won’t have to eat of the spoiled fruits of their actions. Many have been led to believe that they and you are merely biological mechanisms with no hope of a resurrection by reincarnation, with no purpose other than pointless propagation and blind repetition.

What can anything really matter to self obsessed narcissists who don’t give a damn what happens to everything or anyone else if they are personally foreordained to utter dissolution and extinction – or worse still, to redemption in a new Earth, under a freshly remade heaven? Might is right to their shortened sight, so they might as well take it all (down) along with them.

Those ‘elite’ who believe they’re the ‘elect’ and that everyone else is doomed to extinction are even more insufferable than the born again atheists – they think they’re doing some jerkoff deity’s work for them and every crime they commit and mistake they make is excused by the will of some doggone externalised god or another.

And yet we’re all immortal; there’s only one escape from the Wheel, and fleeing into computerised fantasies or space habitats won’t turn the trick – you’ll be sucked back into the Well of Souls whatever you do to escape it. Not even destroying the world will work; it’s been tried, you know, as the husks of once living nearby planets will attest.

Just ask any bodhisattva. The only way out is in, and true enlightenment can only come when it lightens the load and illumines the lives of all. Heaven or hell is what we make of the world we’ll be reborn into, subject to the whims and fallacies of the grandchildren we’ve misguided or weaned onto truth. That’s one reason why it definitely matters what we believe – and it matters whether what we believe is true or false.

A more pressing reason is that you are literally creating your reality from moment to moment. This is enlightenment, pure and simple, stated in bald monkey language. An aspect of you has written this screed that you’re reading. There’s no-one else to blame or thank. There’s only one god who’s going to save you and you’re standing in it.

Wake up to yourself, as the old timers say. Wake up and be the best beloved.

Change is usually incremental but it’s too late now to tinker at the margins if you’ve already read this far. It’s time to approach the essential and abandon the lies that most people believe. What we do with out time is what we really believe. Talk is cheap but freedom is free. What do you really want? Hope or fear, fruition or Armageddon, freedom or slavery? Look around. You have placed yourself precisely where you are for a reason known only to you. What is it?

What is it?

Who are you?

How can you make it all better? By buying yourself out of enslavement – or by looking at the world with eyes washed clean, shorn of the scales that have slithered before them?

How can you change the world without changing your self?

You can’t. Almost everything you’ve been taught to believe that you need to survive is just a raft of addictions en route to extinction. Many foolish shopaholics believe all problems can be solved by buying the ‘right’ things instead of ‘wrong’ ones, when the real problem is the notion and practice of shopping and buying itself – selling and buying into all that crap on every level.

Many think that by buying pure water and organic food they can escape the toxins in the air they breathe and that congeal onto their skins every day. It’s not only unwise to be purified in impure surrounds – the outer toxins will flood your system by reverse osmosis and kill you even more quickly that if your system was buffered against them with ambient toxins.

The only way you can have clean water, food and soil is to be their custodian and protect them from the ravages of ignorance. The world that surrounds you is a projection of what you really are. Your bloodstream can only be as clean as the rivers and seas – and the rain that falls in the water tanks of the cities of humankind.

The easiest route out of this hazy maze is by non-compliance to outer bosses and inner addictions. What if they gave a war and nobody came? What if no-one participated in their jobs for the boys or bought their tiresome tinker toys? What if everyone stood their ground to ask, ‘Why?’

What if you just left it all behind – and what is the ‘all’ that must be abandoned? ‘How can I live without money?’ most ask. Might as well ask, ‘How can I live without mummy?’ We all have to learn how to grow up sooner or later. By the time you’re an adult – by thirty or so – you’ve had plenty of time to learn what to outgrow. Avoid mammoney by arranging your life to have as little to do with it as possible. If you’re open to opportunities and suggestions – and recognise and accept them when they arise – you’ll find The Way without need of those heavy chains masquerading as plastic coins of the realm.

Yet material things are mere masks; the things we really need to abandon if we’re to be freed from our worst contrivances aren’t things at all – they’re far more ingrained in the timbre of our souls.

You can’t just move your locks, stocks and barrels of crude crud to ‘the country’. You have to abandon all the lies and insecure attachments to people and things, to filthy thinking and filthy lucre – or you’ll just destroy whatever purity you touch, regardless of self-styled intentions. You want paved roads and shopping trolleys? Then please go to hell in a hand basket and leave Mother Nature all one. I live in a diluted paradise struggling to recover from the fear and greed of past interlopers. The planet doesn’t need any more well intentioned road pavers.

It needs softly treading friends.

Abandon all fear, ye who would enter here. To paraphrase the great Frank Herbert, fear is the world killer. Acting from fear of loneliness or loss is what damns us to loneliness and loss. Imagination and hope and living our hopes are the only things that save us. There’s always a better way than the wrong way and in the land of the blind where the one eyed man is king there is always a blindspot loophole in the relentless oversight of control freaks’ systems.

There is always a third choice. There is always a way out. There has to be – because you are the one who constructed the Midas mirror maze that swallows the flower of each generation. You are the captain of your soul and destiny, and need no adversity to toughen or harden you.

Your only duty is to life and love. Your only responsibility is to respond wholeheartedly and compassionately to whatever is right in front of you. You know you’re doing the right thing when it feels good for you and the world that surrounds you. Every other way is a dead end, not only superfluous but completely destructive.

Imagine what you really want. It isn’t a bigger screen or a bigger cock or breasts or brain or another incarnation to set right whatever mistakes you imagine you’ve made or baggage of guilt you’ve burdened yourself with. You know what life really is. It’s in your heart. Feel it. Everything can be healed and transformed. Everything can grow back, within and without, if we give it the chance.

 

Dare to hope. Dare to dream of paradise for all. Live the life that teaches your children and parents and brothers and sisters what life really is. There is no tomorrow – by then your realisations will have faded beneath a humdrum shroud of habits and supposed certainties – the only time you can act is now. Abandon compromise today, now, here. Turn on. Tune in. Opt out of the relentless equation and breathe a sigh of heartfelt relief.

Home is where the art, the heart and the hearth is. Nothing is hidden. All is obvious for those with eyes to see. The world is a magical place. This is the mantra for all who would keep Earth their wondrous home:

EARTH

HEARTHEARTHEARTHEARTHEARTH

HEARtheARThearthHEARTearth

HEARtheARTheartHEARTHearth

EARTH

It’s right under your feet, so live where you can bear to bare them to it.

The time for nation states to end the fanciful feuds of bygone eras is upon us. All wars will end and peace will reign when your personal, private family feud with your self and selves is settled with peace and love. The magnetic moment is almost upon us. – prepare for the moment of nothingness and transformation by waking up now!

When you reach the end of this page get up and walk away from the screen and let the screens drop from your eyes. Like a new parent emerging from the birthing tent, truly SEE the first non-human-made thing or being you witness outside the cocoon that protects the dreaming womb; it will be your Papyrus and eidolon, a signal and message from your deeper self.

You are the infinite indwelling child and the wise loving parent of tomorrow. You are the redeemer, redeemed.

It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine – how about you? Ready to step into the new one, naked in the Sun – without a screen?

Now.

- Ramses Heru Ayana

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