SHACK 538 THE SAMURAI AND THE PHANTOM

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The Samurai in this writing is the being that stands for justice and honour in a spiritual mode and by that not religious or some sect or ism.  I suppose other examples may be the sword of Christ, the thunderbolts of Tibet and the fire of ancient ceremonies in order to burn, cleanse, purify and clear the dross, a sort of divine alchemy.

The phantom is the veil, the haze and I liken it to the conditioning, brain washing, programming within the religions, culture, sciences, the media, politics, fashion and mad impositions by frantic egocentric dictators and despots. Politically also the austerity, numbing down of real actual fact based journalism and altering history to suit religious and political agendas.

The veil, the haze is something I felt whilst ruminating and meditation; it was like I was viewing my own head as a hologram and half way down the hologram there was a fog, more like a fine haze, perhaps fog is too thick, it is difficult to describe the actual consistency.  This veil of thin substance seem to hint at the awareness being filtered and monitoring the amount of clearness and perception and was actually depressing my energy and giving me a panic attack and palpitations. I sensed that as looked into my brain my past with all its habitual hang ups were strong and still automatically, robotic-ally running parts of my life and were indeed linked by strong energetic tethers or subtle streaks of magnetic lines of force.

I felt that I was redeeming my ancient past, my ancestral links, journeys and incarnations, that the symbolic blue sky of the ancients, the joy of the sunshine of mind were somehow blighted by this veil, this gossamer covering and hindering me from the light at the top of my head which seemed like a mountain top and obscuring the awareness my consciousness from seeing the light of day as it were. 

It seems that the chemtrails which are being put on us are a kind of physical haze obscuring the pure blue sky and suppressing the real light and almost blanking off the true colour and its lifting the spirits apart from the ill effects of the chemicals. It is a technical array of a mental state.

The samurai was my keen awareness and it was somewhat thwarted by the veil and that underneath were these dark phantoms of the lower mind, only lower by the thoughts which were coarse, heavy, vile, blood lusts and all the forces of power, superiority, malice and dogma, the dark magic’s of satanic ways and uses the arousal of the sexual energies to fuel the egoistic dreams and create energetic fantasies and phantoms, ghouls, genies and disruptive mind clogging red mists.

Then the realisation came; so many people I know have depression and feel suicidal, bored and looking vainly for a saviour in any form, a distraction of any sort to get away from the haze and fog and return to the blue skies again. It came to me the old patterns of the past that were now regurgitating, the old scything beliefs of religion, caste, separation, suppression, suspicion, malice and hatred were now worn out and change was in the air and the past ancestral ways of dogma and restraint, not healthy restraint but with force and punishment were tugging at the veil and shouting I want to be free to breathe fresh air, drink pure water, walk without fear, to embrace all my neighbours without agenda or jealousy, I want healthy weather, good nutritious food, honest trade and respect for nature, I want to live harmoniously and creatively. Most of all I want the veil to lift so that I can release the underworld of past karma and then let it soar off into the void and the collective unconscious is drained of the ancestral past and a clear passage from the Earth where I stand to the mountain top of sun, light and blue skies.

Recently as said above I have encountered many a depressed and down and out people and reading the press so many suicides of the famous and among teenagers, strange youngsters wanting sex changes, unhappy obese people and anorexic folk, we have always had these folk but world wide media shows up their numbers and many of us ‘catch the energy’ of it and it is in your face so to speak.  Regarding this and speaking to many clients and folk in forensics, workshops and so on I found that the purpose of life and why we are here in this incarnation was interesting.  Just being successful in the world such as a vocation gave an identity of ego satisfaction and on retirement that identity or at death died with one and in retirement a hobby, club or distraction took its place. Sometime the question of ‘who am I ‘without these identities were shunned, either frightening or inconsequential. For me I was spoilt, my NDE put in question ‘who is this me before I incarnated’ and I really did not fit in with the worldly pursuits and quickly became a ‘no person’ not fitting in with the wordily ambitions much to the consternation of friends and family. Often classed as misfit, socially inept, gay, and weird or something else. I quickly realised I was not bisexual, nor was I homosexual. I was attracted to women and yet not really into that either, I felt I had no gender; I was a being of some sort.

I turned very early to the ‘spiritual path’ through meditation, Zen Buddhism through Judo, Aikido, Karate and so on, then to Tai Chi, Qi Gong and Kung Fu and a touch of Tao, then to various religions rejecting my family Judaism and going into quantum stuff and eventually into a seeker for truth and yet having a devotion to God, the Universe , the Mystery , The Way, the pathless Path and along with this almost burying my head in the sand and downing the wordily and sordid money, power, lust and celebrity, however a lot of envy for these at times and was quick to say ‘this is not me’.

This morning as I  started this SHACK 538 it came to me that the path now to follow was not just meditation and its attended practices and in a way they are a distraction from this path; all the things I ducked and dived, buried my head in the sand were my ancient past and ancestral heritage as mentioned below the veil, they were unfinished business and the rotting of their acknowledgement was my suppression and causing depression, unexpressed desires, all in this bunker, this locker, festering and rotting away, an unhealthy fermentation. Meditation was in some ways although creating the space to air this smelly debris was also a pleasant distraction from looking at them and seeing them for what they truly are.

So I never came to Earth to be a somebody of note and make a name for myself, nor a miserable failure as I felt sometimes and what was my purpose for being in such a dysfunctional family and situations. Part of my NDE I was that I just loathed and hated coming to this hard planet. But the greater wisdom, the great manager of life, the silent sentinel of the soul and the Life and Being behind the Universe, the silent synchroniser, working with seemingly separate parts and from high as it were bringing this high view of aspects together at the right time, dropped this into this mind of mine. This is exactly what I came here to do.  The samurai awareness the sharp sword faced fearlessly the gremlins, the phantoms, the dark forebodings, the saboteur, the depressed thoughts gone stale, rotten and causing the stench and the rotting fumes causing the haze and veil which are abhorrent to the light and sky but perfume to the collective unconscious and the dark vault of putrid living.

Here is the path for me to tread; no more shying away, no more condemnation but to be factual and brave. Dreams are but short incarnations. As each dream ends death is the liberator. Death is the saviour as long as the incarnation does not incarnate with the same dreams.    

   

Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long

Never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on

I never saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw…

The only aspect of this song of years back it is not for me a happy being in love with somebody or thing, nor a high and emotional buzz, or something induced by drug or financial stuff, but a lifting of the veil and realising that the dark demons of the past have been faced and maybe not conquered but the head is held high and facing them and not running from them, shutting them away, blocking them out, then maybe the light of exposure will melt or dissolve them. Forcing them or applying subtle means, pretending they are not there. Burying the head in the sand, being busy in order to ignore them gives them strength and they make me the victim of the very thing I am ignoring and so history repeats itself.

This is the wheel of karma.

SHACK

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