This is Ian’s lap top from 2002. so, hum, this ‘gift’ wasn’t expected. Wasn’t even seen as a
possibility. Ok, no computer, no
phone.
Putting my work gloves on, being in the garden for six hours
is exactly what had been planned. Planting, moving earth, being in the
‘oneness’ this is the gift that is being presented to me. All gifts are welcomed. Remembering conversations I’ve had with myself at
other times, wanting to reject ‘the gift’. My ‘Now’ ness of all is
acceptance. With
‘Love’ as the foundations of ‘all’. The gift is ‘Love’, coming from ‘Love’, the beingness of ‘Love’. So, worry, upset, fear. Na, that was cleared
out,’ Internal house cleaning.’
Two hundred pages of writing that I hadn’t backed up. Six
months of writing sitting inside the memory of the computer that is lying in a
state of, ‘nowhere land’ . . .
The garden is surrounded by wonderful old trees, horses in
the corral next to where I’m moving earth. Peacock’s coming by, checking to see what morsels there is for them to eat.
Recognizing how balanced my body is feeling, my soul
content.
Cass Phelps gifted me with ‘Sound Frequency Healing’
CD’s. they are
for the recalibration that we are experiencing.
“When humanity
willfully ignores the Universal laws which goven its
destiny, Nature has devious ways of pressing home its lessons. Civilization after civilization has been
built up by human courage and destroyed by human ignorance. We stand again on the threshold of a great
decision. Once more the workings of time
have revealed the weaknesses of our social structure. Once more we hae come to a day of reckoning.
In the postwar world
one of two courses lies before us. Either we will make the old mistakes again, and try to force our own
concepts upon the Universe; or we will gather our strength for one heroic
effort to put things right.
If we make the old
mistakes we will be rewarded by the old pain. But if we make the new effort, we can set up imperishable footings and
bestow as a heritage the beginnings of a better way of life.
According to our choice the results will be inevitable, for
Nature will never change her ways. Let us consider her ways and be wise.
Centuries ago, one
of the secret masters of the Quest wrote; “The Eternal Good reveals its will
and pleasure through the body of Nature and the motions of Universal Law. Within the body of Nature and Law there is a
soul which must be discovered by great thoughtfulness. And within that soul of Nature and Law there
is a spirit which must be sought with great understanding; for verily I say unto you, my brothers, that
it is this spirit concealed from the profane but revealed to the thoughtful,
which giveth life.”
This, then, is the
design of our foundations; that men shall abide together in peace and shall devote their
energies to the common cause of discovery.
Man is greater than
the animal, not in strength of body, nor in shrewdness, nor in the power of his
senses, nor even in skill and patience; man is superior because he contains within himself the faculties and
powers by which he can perceive his true place in a divine order of life.
His power lies in
his dreams, his visions, and his ideals. If these intangibles are left uncultivated, man is at best but a
superior kind of beast, subject to all the ills and vicissitudes of an
unenlightened creation.
But, as man has
locked within him, hidden from the public gaze, this diviner part, so it is
true that human society has within itself concealed from our common view a
nobler part composed of the idealists and dreamers of all ages and of all races
who have been bound together by their common vision of man’s necessity. This is the secret empire of the poets, this
is the order of the Unknown Philosophers, this is the
Brotherhood of the Quest.
And never will these
dreamers cease their silent working until that dream is perfected in our daily
life. They are resolved that the Word
which was made flesh shall become the Word made Soul.
The great Universtity of the Six Days Work must be built here in our
Western world, to become a guide unto the nations. About this shrine to Universal Truth shall rise the democratic Commonwealth-the wealth of all mankind.
This is the destiny for
which we were brought into being. The
plan, which was devised in secrecy long ago, and in far places, shall be
fulfilled openly . . . as the greatest
wonder born out of time.”
By; Manly Palmer Hall 1945 The Secret Destiny of
America
10/Wind Ix
Last night while speaking with friends, the conversation came to
‘The New Dictionary’
A new language is emerging. “when speaking, being aware that the words you are using,
empowers
‘the self’, then it empowers those whom are listening to you
speak”. If, for instance I would say, “I
can’t do that, I don’t even know how to do that.” My mind is using energy to remove me from my
dream. Recognizing that this occurred,
those words appeared, moving forward with my ‘dream’, knowing my mind isn’t ‘my
boss’. . . it work for me, doesn’t
dictate the out come of my desire.
When I finished reading The Secret Destiny of America, I felt a huge
shift occur in my physical body. As if I had been in a coma my entire life. Waking with the
memory of all ‘Times’. . .
“This is the destiny for which we were
brought into being. The plan, which was
devised in secrecy long ago, and in far places, shall be fulfilled openly . . . as the greatest wonder born out of time.”
We’re not waiting any longer, we’re in the glory, the Golden Light, wonder of
wonders.
Time
The Illusion
Continues
1808
Sun rising over the ridge. Roosters announcing the birth
of this magnificent day. The smell of coffee wafts through the log house.
The family is arriving, kitchen filling as one by one each
member appears. There’s excitement in the air, spring is in full
bloom. Apples ready for pickin. Cows trumpeting their song, ‘We’re
full of milk, come and get it.’
Sweet breeze coming through the
open windows, lilac’s fill the air with their sweet fragrance.
Family gathering around the oak
table that Grandpa built for his daughter as his wedding gift. Hugs are
exchanged, stories told while the ‘girls’ prepare breakfast. .
The fields need tending to,
cows and goats waiting to be milked. Cheese will be made today, the fair is
coming to town in a couple of weeks, everyone is excited about this. . the
fair lasts for an entire week.
Family and friends that hadn't’t
been seen all winter will rekindle their relationships. Catching up on all the
‘gossip’ . . . who got married, who’s having babies, all the important stuff.
A simple life, Rewarding.
Fast forward.
2008
Alarm goes off, not ready to get out of bed, even though
its spring, living in the city, hard pressed to find a tree, or flowers. Five
more minutes, just five, please. Mom, get up, I’m gonna be late for
school, we only have a few more weeks before vacation. Come on mom, get up.
Standing in the shower, thinking about the papers I
promised my boss I would have complete today, no where near complete, I can’t
loose my job. I need this job, how the hell am I going to keep this place, my
car, insurance, the kids, and me? What to do? What do I do? I don’t know
what to do.
I didn’t do the wash, I don’t have any clean clothes.
Where are those papers? No time for breakfast, I’ll stop for a cup of coffee
and a roll.
Dropping the kids off at school, no hugs, no time for
hugs. “don’t forget to come right home after school, call me at work when you
get home.”
Bumper to bumper, I’ll never get there on time, forget the
coffee, can’t stop now. Oh no, I forgot to put gas in the car, ‘please let me get to work, don’t have me run out of gas, please.’ Just my
luck, I forgot to charge my cell, can’t call to say I’m on my way.
This piece is from ‘The Secret Doctrine of The Rosicrucian's’
1947
“Time there was not;
for Change had not begun.”
Time, in the strict
philosophical meaning of the term, does not mean pure duration
of existence – instead, it means “the measure of changing existence.” An enduring existence in
which there is no change of form, activity, or degree, mental or
physical, is Time-less. Time, in fact, is but the “measure of
Change.” Without Change there can be no Being manifests not Time. Time is the result
of Becoming, or Change, and is always measured by change or becoming in something.
We are also conscious of the
passage of Time by changes in our mental states, our thoughts, our mental images,
etc., both in the waking state or the state of dreams. Without changes in the
outside world, represented to our consciousness by perceptions of such changes,
or without changes in our mental states, Time would not exist for us.
At the beginning of WW II, the phrase was coined, “Time is
Money”
So, now what? We’ve lived in the ‘Dogma eat Dogma’ world
long enough.
How many illusions will you continue to live with? How many
stories will you allow ‘your mind’ to run your life? Who’s the slave here?
Who’s the master?
Who’s winning the game, called your LIFE?
The group of young men that knew the Viet Nom war was
insane, stood their ground, chanting; “Hell No, We Wont Go.”
What’s our chant going to say.
“Give us back our Constitution.”
Our fore fathers died for us to live as free men. Little by
little they’ve taken away our freedom. Spoon feeding us more Dogma’s. Telling
us it’s for our protection. Well, shove it somewhere that the sun don’t shine.
I know we all have our stories, I lived with mine for my
entire life. I believed what my mind told me, I trusted that my ‘mind’ was my
pal, my companion. Bunk, it’s always been bunk.
This morning my daughter was telling me she was in Beverly
Hills, walking past stores that I used to shop at. She said, “Look at you
now mom, you’re happier then you’ve ever been, more content, more peaceful.
It’s amazing what you’ve done with your life, what a blessing. I love you mom”
I love you Jo-e.
