SHACK 63 FISH AND MOOSE

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Traveling some sixty miles to a restaurant made of trees and logs besides a beautiful river and canoes going out to catch your fish was an experience to say the least and one could go into the canoe and accompany the fisherman.

On the way back the vehicle was stopped by the Police and asked if we had been drinking alcohol, none of us had. The other reason was that a herd of Moose were in the road and the Male Moose was feeling amorous and apparently Moose can charge a car and cause severe damage.

After the Moose had satisfied his natural urges we went our way and the female Moose were being herded by the large male and I don't think he had finished his endeavors.

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SHACK 62 BLESSED

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Doing Tai Chi besides the river and just at the end of the routine finished a canoe silently came up and there were two native Mic  Mac Canadians, they were dressed in traditional clothing, it took me by surprise. They said 'what are you doing with your arms''?  'I said I am doing a Chinese exercise'  'We've heard of China, where is it'?  I pointed Eastward. 

I asked them where they lived, they pointed to an Island in the middle of this wide River.  I asked them how old they were, they didn't know, I asked if we could meet again at this time, they said they didn't have watches ( things on the wrist) and they said they just do things as needed(my words).

Ron was the chief and he lived on the mainland and had his own hunting shop, I asked when I could meet him and when the shop would be open----the answer was when he was there.

Halifax was the capital, sort of, and the law imposes to have a new Chief elected every two years (maybe five) the big civil servant came down, the press were there and a red carpet was put down.  The speech I was told was the same every time.  He was glad they were conforming to Canadian Law and that the new Chief Issac was welcomed.  After a brief ceremony the officer went back to Halifax, Issac went back into the community and Ron was still chief. 

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SHACK 61 MAGIC

The land was vast it seemed to go on forever. We stopped at a motorway / highway drive in for refreshment I asked for tea and some toast.  The staff looked at me quizzically and my friends said he is English.

I ended up with a muffin cut in two and put under the grill and hot water.

Coming to a forest off of several roads from the main highway to a beautiful wooden Chalet type house.  I loved the smell of the wood.  After refreshment I was walked down a path through a tunnel of trees to the guest house a small chalet with three bedrooms, a lounge and a kitchen, the balcony at low level went around the home.

Going into the forest nearby it smelt gorgeous and the air so pure it almost 'cut' the lungs'.  I felt this was a magic place and I stood by a large tree and asked the spirit of the Forest for its permission to enter, I felt my civilized city aura was not appropriate, and I got a feeling of being accepted.

One morning after meditating I felt to go outside and a snarl greeted me it was a Lynx, I felt so privileged I was tempted to stroke it and realized this was not wise. I was quite overcome.

The eagles screeched and I watched them catch fish from the river, amazing how their precision and timing was so, so accurate and graceful.

Gradually my stay which was interspersed with presenting workshops and one to one sessions. I was taken to amazing places and to be in the company of the Indigenous peoples was a bonus and an eye opening to me as to their grounding to the Earth and their skills.

Perhaps later on more on some specific tales of the journey into the magic of Nature and the peoples.

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SHACK 60 EVERLASTING

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So the workshops came to an end, the therapy and all ceased to be as if a tap had been turned off.  Then a move to a quiet place in some ways hidden.

Sitting quietly I knew I had to explore again the murky world of politics and conspiracy, UFO and ET and Geofffreed online and .Com were born and in 2005 till now 2017 I reported and made a few philosophical comments, 2008 the PH.d on Metaphysics and an attempt to bridge and prove metaphysics was 'the real physics as it were' based on the writings in 1967 received at Samyeling in Southern Scotland.  Then my association with Astronauts and NASA, which proved a great awakening and disappointment, I thought they would be honest and reveal things---not so.  So I went back to 1967 download and realized they were about transformation and a new step in evolution. This I now see and have always seen as the evolving self.

I was working through the world of materialism, conspiracy, corruption, dark satanic arts, materialism, personal power and ego, had I gone monastic I feel this would have laid dormant in me and come out as a quirk, a twisted thing, unclean, unsavory and like so many buried things in the dark attic or the cellar of the unconscious surface as a molester, a stalker, a fetish or uncontrollable urges, I knew monks and patients who had these, some monks as one knows or people in authority or in any circumstance can ruin peoples lives, nay countries by the weirdness in which they attempt to work these out.

And so my blogs and Posts exposed these blemishes which I recognized could and were resonating in me and worked them out by exposing them in the blogs and Posts and being aware where they pressed my buttons and switches, triggers and sensitive-ties.   

They have served their purpose for the time being for me, I am not clear of them, but their haunting ghost does not taunt me so much.

However I realize that I am merely reporting the same thing over and over again in disguises, masks and cover ups, so I am merely adding to the  pollution of the collective mind set, the collective archetypal consciousness of this time and age. If the world population carries on like this for ever and ever and with the technological sophistication which might result in a huge catastrophe or a tipping point for  awakening adding to this and history keeps repeating itself and I am adding to it, true it might awaken some, or make them more morose, cynical, suicidal, trapped and depressed, angry and rebellious, so I decided enough was enough and that at last I can begin to come home to my own understanding.

The world does not need me, nor I the world as it stands. I have to live in this world for I know how long, yet not be of it, I have to live and be the NDE / OBE / MEDITATIVE awareness and become one with it without reserve.

So closes GEOFFREED ONLINE. WWW.????  There will be some more online perhaps not so often.

Now Shack may write or not and over to you now shack.

Shack says perhaps now Geoff is Freed.

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SHACK 59 OPPORTUNITY

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Along the road, the highways and byways, the twisting pathways, sometimes beckoning to a vista of astounding beauty and at times hard rocks and stumbling places, places to rest from the drudgery and or to admire the view, sheltered caves and groves to either run into from a storm or the heat and cold of the day. 

Such a place was my inner sanctum. There was a Dojo / Zendo   places to do Judo and other arts and or practice Zen.  There was a particular teacher who was a great person and said to me. Once when I had an astounding 'break through, Ko Satori ( a minor enlightenment, an Ah Ha, usually an intellectual event, however leaving space for debris to fall out) on a particular one I went to the Sensei feeling I had achieved satori and he said 'sit down have a cup of tea, now you will never be the same, the way you will become is not the way of the world'.  Instantly this put me back to NDE/ OBE and meditation experiences, I felt again torn, and yet this time strangely free, I knew I had to let myself grow into the space and not fill it.

Then changing to Taichi, Kungfu and latterly to Qigong, and meeting a wise Sifu, and a meeting with the late Maharishi Mahesh Yogi and the late KrishnaMurti, the monks at Samyeling, Findhorn and various other sites and places convinced me my path was to work my way through the world, I never became a disciple to anyone, my Sifu and Sensei would not allow attachment, they would kick you out if  one tried, they said to face the world, not hide or run, walk through it, they gave one tools, you had to dig and cultivate the garden. You had to become a spiritual warrior. The fight was not so much the world but the schisms in oneself. It was ultimately a path of reconciliation and uniting polarities to become complementaries.

And so to SHACK 60

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SHACK 58 THE NUDNIK AND DIBECK

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What is a nudnik? An obtuse, boring, or bothersome person; a pest.. and dibeck  -devil.

My late grandmother who came from Russia in the early 1900's and lived to a 100 years of age had flowing white hair, a straight back and was a real matriarch.  I loved her dearly.

She used the Yiddish words above to describe certain people and also when I created havoc as a young boy.  But these words became more significant and the phonetic sounds portrayed more than their translation, like some words in other languages set a meaning beyond their literal translation.

My so called problems or now seen opportunities for growth started with my NDE in 1942, this separated me from the reality of my cultural and parental beliefs and world ethos.  Although I did not know it at four years of age, I felt different and struggled with the knowledge of what I had experienced and the world at war and so on.    

This difference or hiatus caused me to feel lonely as a youngster and caused me to be seen as strange and I was bullied not only for being different but as a Jew.

I was taught Jujitsu at an early age and meditation and going out of the body (OBE- out of body experiences) it was a way of rejoining the (NDE-near death experience).  Fortunately I was also taught to ground myself and also severe illness and parental break up and coming back to London and finding Judo and Zen teachers and then becoming an electrician before going into Forensics and Science, also a trial and time with a well known soccer team.  Then the traveling for years doing workshops presentations, in a clinic as a therapist, healer and so on. Years of teaching Judo, Kendo, meditation, Aikido and researching and studying for degrees. Then Kungfu, Taichi and Qigong.

AND all this time a rebellion a nudnik and dibeck were growing in me.  I could not reconcile the rift between what society called reality and the madnesses of war and crime with the truth I deeply felt as honesty, beauty, love, respect and integrity and a transcendental experience experienced in the NDE / OBE and deep meditation. Perhaps I should have joined a monastery or gone to an Ashram.  Yet somehow this felt like running away.  Running away from What?

Running away from the mad world I perceived, the pain of clients (3000 in 36 years, the 637 workshop presentations, the horrors of Forensics, the turmoil in me) and yet blinding flashes of clarity and joy.  So a kind of separation grew, I knew instinctively I would and could become paranoid or schizophrenic or could become a chronic depressive or a host of other mental aberrations. Yet the awareness that meditation brought to me saved the day.  There was growing beside the gene in the bottle the nudnik / dibeck, the witness to the truth I felt was in me as well. 

What was the most disturbing was the fact that was the NDE / OBE meditation was only a mind game, a tricky ego, a sublimation for a deeply disturbed person who really needed counseling and therapy.

What saved the day?  See SHACK 59, I do not do this to cause readers to come back again, it is done to save me writing and tiring and seeking refreshment and for readers to absorb to much print. 

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SHACK 57 THE POOL

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I have been wrestling with something, it feels deep inside and wants to get out, it feels like deep significant almost life threatening change.

The physical symptoms are congestion, mucous, bloating, a stiff neck and shoulder, burning left ear, restlessness staying up late and watching TV as a distraction.  One part of me wanting to go to bed early and fighting tiredness and the other parts divided between a poor diet, wanting to juice and do exercise, the other side let go it's all illusion, fantasies of years gone by and the repetition of them, or a variation on a theme.  Massive incessant internal dialogue, resisting meditation.

Yet there is this small voice, not a voice, a deep inner whisper and I run from it for it says and tells what I must do.

I have had several episodes similar to this with different symptoms but all heralding deep strata cellular foundational fundamental change, a deep kind of crisis, itching and stiff painful joints which are trying to lock me into the past.   

In the past I have not known what they were and left to travel, get sick and roam as an excuse not to go to work.  Distract myself to the utter limit and then beat myself up for doing it.  SHACK 58 will go into this.

Now I know what it is; I have to give up Geofffreed online, give up commentating and reporting on politics, science and not be the psychotherapist, the healer, the workshop presenter, counselor, the PH.D.  Why so?

I'll leave it to SHACK 58 as it gets too long to read and write.

Suffice it to say its adds to the pool of dross in the collective.

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SHACK 56 THE SUN

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I was told that the human heart with a pace maker attached to the chest pulsed in times with the Sun's vibrations.  Geoff Freed Online Post has the scientific literature on this and has apparently posted it.

This Sun an outbursting of the Life and a demonstration of the Source to warm us and delight us is a sign of Life and Love being so powerful in Its aching creativity to share Its wonders with us.

Astronomers tell me that there are larger and more powerful stars all bursting with Life and Love and delight, joyously expanding and dissolving to be the dust of another Giant outburst of Love and Life.

I can't help feeling that the dust is the flour or puzzle pieces for the creative Source Intelligence to mix and match.  God's playtime.

This is Life and Love Eternal giving the message of ever lasting Life and inviting us to join in the One Life and go for the ride of happiness and abundance for ever.

Is not the warmth in our bodies that is sign of Life, it is the light one feels in the joy a little tiny piece of that Great Life which wants to take us in Its arms to share the Life, Love and Wonder which It enjoys for ever and to share this with another is like us wanting to share something that touches us deeply with another.

GO FOR IT! 

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SHACK 55 THE HEART OF LIFE

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For Life is Love in action and visa versa (Shack)

How on Earth can I express the love I feel.  I do not have the gift of drawing, playing a musical instrument, or making beautiful buildings, neither am I in power as an important dignitary to make significant change for citizens or populations.  Neither am I a role model for anybody or thing.

I am bursting at the seams to express my Love.  Not to any person , theme, religion, God or ism do I consecrate this love. 

I realize that this is the Love of Life. Not particularly any life style, or idiom, just being alive, not necessarily in a body of  flesh, for it is Life not encapsulated in any container or form. IT IS LIFE CELEBRATING LIFE. It is life acknowledging Itself as Being Alive. It is Life knowing it is free and not fettered or limited, it is rejoicing in Itself.

What I am feeling in this moment in time, for time is a thing of form, a flesh one this time round, is Life Sharing Its Joy with me.

I have not the means to be unfettered yet, yet I can celebrate the crumbs of Joy The Greater Life shares with Its creation.

I understand that this bursting Joy is what the Great Life experiences and so longs to share it that it created creation, the vast Universe and makes huge and fantastic shapes, vast arrays not only to delight Itself but to all those who witness it with Life.

As I expand to take in more and more of this glory my little container has to expand and so it leaves the lovely form it held for the number of years alloted to it and leaves behind no clutter and goes into the Greater Life and into a form that is able to receive and send more of the abundance that the Great Life bestows on it.

For now I can only bless every one and everywhere and stand with hands aloft and breathe out Love and Life to the Earth, Heavens, Nature and to all and everyone.

Tears of Gratitude pour down this face and they are welcome as a release from this bursting bubble and my heart sings because the Heart is the Heart Of Life in the Cosmos and is the Fountain of Life. 

Heart Life and Heart Love not physical but as an emanating pulse which sends waves throughout creation and picked up by Its creation who celebrate when touched by it----being touched by it causes tears of gratitude which acknowledge the presence of grace and blessing it feels, and that moment it is co-joined  with the All and All.

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SHACK 54 YEARNING

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As a traveler through life's highways and byways always metaphorically speaking carrying my back pack or the famous Dick Whittington stick and bag and sometimes depicted in the Zen Ten Ox herding or Bull Taming Pictures, with picture ten it shows the stick and bag and returning to the Town in some versions.

Many have commented that I seem vague, listless not in the sense of restlessness, nowhere to settle physically, yet settling mentally. This seems to annoy or fascinate many, for they are hype or just continually doing even if not physically able. They say you have no ambition, you must be depressed, sad, lonely and yet when told this is not so, many shake their head and walk away in disbelief or think me a liar or in denial.  Some have attacked me and then said they envy my complacency, to be told this is not complacency but peace of mind.

For me I view them with compassion not in arrogance and oneupmanship or superiority.  The noise of the pubs, the music, the incessant TV blurring vision with it's high definition colors.  I used to question why parties are not my thing, drinks, noise, hysteria people talking small talk, then rushing off when they are bored with you to someone else. The superficiality of it all.  Being important, look at me, getting applause to boost the ego.

This is the point the superficiality, its just temporary and this becomes addictive as it pleases the senses with emotional highs and then there is a clamoring for more to satisfy the beast with dripping jowls of rapacious spittle dribbling from its tongue and fiery eyes for ----more----more, and never satiated. Power and acquisitiveness fed by the technology of the day.

For me perhaps being a misfit it just feels unreal, not lasting, a dream.  Even this beautiful flesh body we have been blessed with is ever changing in the midst of times gone bye and to come, ever changing day to day, year by year.

I live somewhat in a daze, bewildered by the madness of pursuit with that which perishes and is here today and gone tomorrow, which because of its frailty and shelf life, breeds the seeds of desire to make it permanent so causes the race and feverishness of the brow and palpitations for more.  So desire to satisfy the temporal senses causes a chain reaction, a veritable nuclear reaction for the acquisitiveness to feed on, a self perpetuating hierarchy of consumerism, greed and unsustainable burden on Nature.  What happens when it all runs out?

Then the ugly side of humanity might reveal itself as the survival of the fittest, and the  wealthiest overpower those less fortunate.     

Realizing this not only intellectually and logically which hurts or pricks the conscience and even deeper felt at a heart and essence strata as if the Spirit of nature is calling one, or is one with one, there is a yearning in one to reach out and implore those to stop the madness of selfish hoarding as a means of security. Yes maybe security for a while. Yet too much security breeds inactivity, staleness and boredom. Creativity sometimes needs challenge and uncomfortable situations.

So feeling this other side of Life I wonder about in some sort of half astounding wonder, a kind of unbelievable technical supermarket online world, cell phone and gizmo's galore.  Where do I fit in, I am neither here nor there.  Noise seems to be the 'thing' to drown out the race towards death and ill health, to distract one from fundamental real facts----who am I-------what is my purpose----too hard --- what holidays  are there, what gadgets are new, what's on the telly, what sport is on, and so on.  Am I in the fashion.

This yearning sears into me and I become a hermit in the town where I live or in the wild where I sojourn and yet loneliness does not touch the essence of my living although being alone.     

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SHACK 53 HOMESICK

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Going away from the country where I was born and raised to say the least was traumatic.  In this foreign land where the language was so difficult and also in the wilds of nature and  far from a town, nay a village away from the noise of traffic.  It was shattering and frightening, the sounds of nature kept me awake and on guard.

How I longed for the companionship and sharing of friends and family, familiarity and safe.  After several weeks of deep meditation and packing my bags to come home several times, I walked down a familiar path where at the end of the path was a solitary gate not doing anything, just a gate stuck in the middle of nowhere, supposedly was a field and had a fence attached to it as well.

This gate was like me alone and not attached. Staring out across the field that once was, hearing the sea and the dusk arriving and just about making out a mainland, for this was an Island, a great pressure came to me, I felt I was exploding, my head bursting and then out into a clarity and now I was not alone.

The barrier of separation and longing had gone and I realized the patterns of my old home, back where I was raised was just a 'mind thing'.

I returned for a while to the land of my birth and my friends and family, it was not the same, they said I had changed, I didn't yearn for the other place. I was place-less, it was a different mind set, somehow everywhere was home, given time to acclimatise to climate, food and language. 

However during the sojourn in the first wilderness abroad and in those starry nights and silence, pure air, warm climate and simple food, some other 'home' was birthing, a beautiful tranquil mind, deep and cool, refreshing and beautiful.

However the vicissitudes of Life and the traumas that followed such as finance, health duty to family, relationships, work sometimes took me away from sensing or feeling or being aware of this 'real 'me and I felt more homesick for this 'home' of my Life Being than any Earthly abode or person(s).

The awesome truth hit home, hard and fast as long as I was in a body and had a 'mind of my own' I could not truly be at Home with the source of My Being.

So a pain far greater than anything physical or mental is always with me and a nausea at times stalks me as the homesickness is for the love of my heart an unknown unseen energy source of such great warmth and compassion that it brings me to tears.  Tears of joy at the feeling of all is very, very well and tears of sadness that a complete union and joining has not come about yet.

So my days are spent between the dream of the world which I see as expedient, transient and somewhat illusionary in a dream Disney World and the truth of the everlasting bliss that awaits patiently for my complete surrender.

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Shack met a friend who exactly felt the same and dedicates this to J.D Kemp who went to his bliss sometime back when.  Shack has met several persons who was felt to be 'soul' mates in the spirit so to speak. 

Shack. This image of ET is wonderful, his land is not of Earth, nor mine so to say, he is simple and child like, and the person who created him, made him was La Bar --buda, perhaps a play on words!

SHACK 52 NOISE

Is space square, round, oblong, circular, any shape ?

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HOW DARE THEY INVADE MY SPACE

HAVE THEY NO RESPECT

ERADICATE ' MY' 

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