Monday 13 May 2019

SHACK 615 THE DREAM OF THE PAST

Aguanomics

Just after I let go and dumped unceremoniously all my notes and things of the last forty years and apart from a few remaining identities of an era or era's gone by and in the past I have literally walked away from so much and that is from Judo  and the Martial Arts, from relationships, from soccer, cricket and the blogs, from forensics and from NASA and Space UFO stuff and so on and now I am walking away from the 'un not me'.

It all seems like a dream half forgotten and the haunting echo of memories. There is very little to identify with a permanent or solid identity, although the mind wants to desperately to do so and the shards and shreds want to get back and make a definite image and photograph and sets of laws and principles so as to define a reality and not be a sort of consciousness without definition.

A little bitty wants and hankers for the past but having shed another skin and the relative freedom I feel(hopefully not the old ego self running away from the responsibility of energising the old dramas and history) and just having a rest.

The final letting go is the guilt of not having a family that is special, just a world family that exists but are not bloodlines or emotionally identified with me, not a callous couldn't care less attitude but a loose affiliation with and knowing the flesh part is transitory, the mind parts are based on life trauma and experiences and programming and the allegiance to a dogma and religion or code of human engineered ethics are also transitory and fade into oblivion with the passage of time, to release every one into their own care and know that I cannot save or rescue anybody not even the false self of myself.   

To know that the Universe goes on with or without me and the destiny of humanity is not in my hands which frees me up to just be an animal and a tree, a human without agendas and selfish motives and to live like the hummingbird, to soar like the eagle and be passionate about life but not its contents.


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SHACK 614 LOVE?

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I'm  in love she or he cried and the ecstasy and joy, at last I've found you or have I found someone so like myself and I am not alone or lonely any more.  I am safe, oh god no she or he is dying who will love me now? Was I in like or love? Then I say God loves me, then where is this God and the mystery is abated when I pray fervently and I seem to have a response. A miracle and 'upliftment'

I may be accused of being an atheist or at least a cynic. Is the answer to a prayer by fervent passion, an affirmation a mere psychological or a confessional session a personal hype, I feel I have got that off of my chest, is it mere endorphins or some such like?

Even if it a mere psychological effect or placebo it is very useful at relieving stress which is the real downer and killer.  Stress brings out the worst of the dark side and is a strength sapper. 

I seriously disbelieve that any person can really love another when the ego comes into play. It is merely a super psychological agreement of deep likeness to be commensurate with one's egoistic programming. 

When one has pricked the bubble of ego and becomes the witness watcher awareness(not the defence sentinel on guard and watchful ready to fight or defend, attack or retreat through tactical strategy)then I feel this awareness is felt as compassion and is self fulfilling and one is 'kind of' in love with oneself. One socialises not in need but with compassion.  One does not feel emotional love but a deep rooted oneness not with the personalities or need of another but like trees and plants rooted in the common denominator of the Earth and humans like the feeling of the awareness of the one life through all.  

So one unites with a person who has no needs to be the mentor or superior in a relationship, for I have been a father so to speak in relationships, the boy in some and so on. Now I am in a relationship with not MYSELF but the SELF.

There is no pride in this relationship in achievements and degrees or certificates, they are gone with the passage of time.  Just a few weeks before my eightieth birthday I filled six sacks of forty years research, cleared books, data, ornaments, pictures and felt so relieved. Now my ego rebelled for a while and there was a period of mourning. I relied on these as back up and got some responses with these academic papers of reward and approval which became a part of my so called reality, now there are some still to get out of the system.

I closed the blog I was doing and just write as I feel in this one.  The ego gave me hell as I let go and yet whatever years I have left I am sure there is more to vent and let go.

What next? Well like my mentors the trees, plants and animals in the garden I know not what and hope that I can just grow like the trees, move along with life like the cat, the fox, the squirrel, the pigeons and the earthworms and let Life guide me with very little planning in the process. 

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SHACK 613 THE SLIPPERY SLOPE

Luthar.com


The strange thing about some of humanity is watching a spider in the sink or bath and wrestling with the horror of it, rescue it or watching it try to survive when we turn on the tap more to flush it down the drain.

The spider grasps frantically, desperately to survive as it meets its fate down the plug hole.  Every effort is brought to bear to survive and live again. 

I watch my ego, my collective assumed reality, knowing like the spider which instinctively knows one day and time it will die either by a predator or by natural means, however me knows my time will come. The spider presumably does not wrestle with its reality, I do as I search the questions;why was I born, what is the purpose of my life, who created me(other than through conception by my parents) who is this creator, am I a figment in this creator's mind, in the mind of a dreamer, and if so what is the creator other than a mind and then what is mind and so on?

So I see that the reason for living for me is that I have this mystery and this mystery is to be solved and yet the human mind, my mind can only go round in circles and for me the answer is 'I just don't know'. As I contemplate and watch my mind I see everything as a presumption, even the greatest minds cannot really know, they think and feel they know according to their beliefs which have been installed, nay, programmed, brain washed and even those who manage to modify and intellectually conjecture at the most are assumptions based on a mental buzz and ego massage of 'eureka I know the answer and espouse long into the night and get a certificate of reward'.

 In my own stance right now approaching in a few days time my eightieth birthday and for God's sake what does this mean, I see that life does not have a meaning. If I have any beliefs and programmes, assumptions and wild outside the box so I egotistically presume solutions to these vital questions above, I merely am stretching my intellectual prowess and merely massaging my ego.

 Why am I massaging my ego? Because I am giving it  a reason to live and survive, when its deepest fear is annihilation. So as I watch and wrestle and the ego exposes itself to the watcher, the silent witness, it begins in the light of the awareness which is the watcher to begin to fade in its reality and begins to realise its own fragility and so like the spider begin to slide and begins looking for a dry place to cling onto and climb back up and escape and hide.

 Horrific battering ensues, a dark side comes out, anger, scenes of illness, accidents, torment, one such one was phlegm and sputum clinging to the sink and refusing to be swilled away, turds and shit clinging to the toilet bowl all resisting their demise so to speak. Cancer and be cured by horrific chemotherapy, awful pain and hospital procedures, revenge on a unloving God and people who put me down, torment of the soul burning in hell and damnation. This the sages of the past and few struggling now as the world humanity goes through Armageddon, the fires and scorching of so called sophisticated weaponry, bombs that sear and tear the flesh, beheading, child abuse, women exploited, deliberate austerity, surveillance beyond all means and on the personal level I feel this in some form or other.

What to do? I don't know I guess just to watch and realise none of this is me.


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Gathering of Minds  

        

SHACK 612 GOSH

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WHEN IS THE WAY 
NOT THE WAY

WHEN IT IS THE WAY

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THAT'S THE WAY!!!(sHaCK)



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SHACK 611 NICE ONE

az quotes

SHOULD I CHOOSE AN IDENTITY

OR HAVE A BIRTH PROGRAMMED ONE

THEN IF THIS IDENTITY IS ACCEPTED 
BY THE POPULACE AT LARGE OR AT LEAST
MANY

THEN I GET APPROVAL AND A SORT OF LOVE
MY SELF ESTEEM RISES

SHOULD THIS IDENTITY BE UNWELCOME BY  MANY
EITHER BECAUSE IT CLASHES WITH OTHER IDENTITIES
AND APPEARS THREATENING

THEN ONE CAN BE OUTCAST OR A HERO

CAN IT BE THAT APPROVAL DOES NOT DEPEND
ON DEVOTEES OR AN OUTSIDE DEPENDENCY?

WITHOUT BEING INTROVERTED AND BLIND TO THE WORLD AND ITS ISSUES

THERE IS AWAY

SHACK


SHACK 610 WHAT?

CorlynArt



ATTACHED TO THOUGHT?

NOW THAT'S A THOUGHT!!!


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SHACK 609 MISERY

Ali ibn Abi Talib


MAKE A LIST OF THOSE THAT GIVE YOU APPROVAL
AND VALIDATE  ONES EXISTENCE

MAKE A LIST OF THINGS THAT GIVE 
SELF ESTEEM

SHOULD THOSE LISTS AND THOSE ITEMS 
BE REMOVED FROM YOU

HOW BEREFT WOULD YOU FEEL

THAT'S WHAT DYING MEANS

SO BE DEAD NOW AND LIVE FREELY

ENJOY THE LISTS BUT LET THEM BE AND ENJOY
THEM WITHOUT DEPENDENCY


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SHACK 607 STUCK

User Voice Blog

THAT WHICH ONE IS DEPENDANT ON IS ATTACHMENT

WHEN THAT DEPENDENCY IS TAKEN OR REMOVED

ONE CAN FEEL REJECTED OR ABANDONED

DEPENDENCY STEALS ONE'S VITAL ENERGY

ONE NEEDS SOME DEPENDENCY IN ORDER
TO LIVE 

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SHACK 605 ENOUGH

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IS GOD NOT ENOUGH



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SHACK 606 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

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WHAT IS ENOUGH



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Wednesday 1 May 2019

SHACK 604 REMIND

Pinterest.com
I often ask myself what is trust, faith or belief.  I do not consider myself to be trusting in a deity or at the most when I feel lost, fearful and unwell and I say ‘please God help me’ and forget God when all is well.

Then there is the guilt thing; if I only ask God when I am troubled or bothered, that is using God and not believing, I want all the help yet do nothing for it and this is hypocritical and selfish.  

Then should I be reminding myself all day that I am constantly thinking of God so as to not use him and be a demanding child and then feel if I do not thank God constantly I will go to hell when I die or have misfortune follow me in this life and maybe those to follow.

Surrender to God or in mindfulness let me be more specific; if I surrender to God and it is not natural then I am back into the ‘must be vigilant and must pray and be in constant gratitude’ a sort of grovelling weak dotard. Then if in my self growth, meditative Buddhist mode I let in spurious thoughts and emotional crap, then I miss enlightenment and suffer the karmic wheel of the pain pleasure roundabout.  

So this torment of guilt and punishing myself for should I be more grateful, surrender, be more holy, pious have these programmes and goals of what a spiritual, religious, saintly or full of humbug self scripted agenda of what a saint, enlightened seer, god person or angelic guru be like and should I worship this way or that way, have a master, pray to a deity and if I am not mindful will this result in me be cast aside, thrown on the compost heap, return in many incarnations to finally be whatever my image and agenda dictates.


Yet when the mind is at rest there are no doubts, there are hardly any thoughts or any dichotomy’s, there is this sense of peace of love and instead of trying to surrender and be mindful this small ’I’ this small tributary has floundered and found the Ocean and all dualities, doubts and surrendering are melted in this Ocean of Bliss and life is as life should be----a flow of gratitude without strain.

SHACK

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SHACK 603 NOT ON LOAN OR HIRE

The Good News Toady.
I am one of those who constantly says ‘my’ this or that. Actually I do not own anything. I have possessions but they either rot, I give them away, sell them or they dissolve. 

Actually my body isn't really mine either I was an event in which my parents copulated either intentionally or by mistake and this flesh body had no identity until it was taught who it was.  I didn't like my name, I was named Geoff instead of Joseph because in the Second World War my parents thought it mind sound Jewish.  Through my NDE I didn't want to come to Earth---there you go.

This beautiful body, not because of its physical beauty but because of its miraculous organisms and healing powers is a gift, I cannot hire another body or loan one to live in unless a clone or some parts replaced by surgery, then what am I, a sort of passenger, pilot, driver, tenant a mere dweller for a few years and then go to wherever I came from or maybe there is no place I came from. I'm a something from somewhere else.

We don’t own children we merely guide them, we don’t own anything or anyone, we are gifts and forms designed mysteriously and come and go miraculously.

Not even the largest star or planet that is in form for ever, all appears and goes and of course time is a scale that is irrelevant. A butterfly a week or two, a human varies from half an hour to one hundred and twenty years or so, a star several hundred thousand years or more and so on.

Oh why hang on? Clinging to make oneself last longer or immortal in flesh and material form, is just a waste of energy and that clinging is a false security and dependency and when the time arrives to depart there is a fear, indeed there is a fear throughout one’s life. Oh God one day I will die, not exist or will I exist, I must do everything I can to stretch that time out and delay the inevitable.

If I own a property, an idea, my wife, kids, car and bank account, my dog my life, my body, my worrying to preserve at all cost costs, and keep my status qua I am constantly trusting in my own abilities and capabilities and when my strength wanes, where do I turn to in my loss in strength and  in old age.

Maybe by acknowledging that everything is a gift, not even loaned or hired, there is no thing that is mine, mine is just a short term use of the gift and using it with love and care and realising that wherever the gift came from it was a gift, a present, something from somewhere created this gift body and all that came over the years, so as a gift I prefer to feel it an act of love from that Somewhere to me Somehow and that me is another Gift inside the Present, like the box within a box.

The fact that Someone from Somewhere gave me a gift of me and it is an act of Love makes the sojourn here wherever here is more bearable and may I say enjoyable. 

SHACK



SHACK 602 ME?


CLKER



I'M NOT LIKE ANYBODY ELSE

I AM ME


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SHACK 601 ITS NOT GOD'S FAULT

Quora

One of the tendencies of human characteristics is blame; it takes away the guilt, shame and projects anger or emotion not owned onto another.

Many of us and certainly me have blamed God for my pitiful and unhappy life at some time or other and some permanently.

OK this is how I see it; God an invisible mysterious intelligence created the Universe and maybe is an on going process and she/he laid down certain rules, after all she/he is the gaffer and entitled too.  Part of he/she’s creation was to create certain forms with an intelligence varying from basic seemingly inorganic compounds actually to mind everything is organic in it’s own right and then varying instincts until human and beyond to energetic intelligences of more refined senses such as logic, intellect, self awareness and so on.

With these more refined and seemingly higher embodiments of intelligence comes the gifts of reasoning, analysing and intellectual discernment and amounts to free will to either the he/she’s laid down plan or highway code or makers handbook. 

Continually breaking the highway code leads to a separation from the she/he’s code which maybe referred too as evolution and leads to a break away and to form lifestyles which form their own cultures, religions and therefore perpetuate these over and over again and this in a way causes a closed group a sort of sheep pen all bleating to the same note with perhaps a few variations and tones.  Then a situation may arise in which the separate lifestyles may antagonise one another and may lead to serious confrontation and perhaps war.

She/He does allow tolerance and a certain degree of latitude and does not punish in the normal sense of the word. For instance if in the UK one breaks the vehicle or cycling driving Highway Code then an accident can happen in a minor way or a fatality. The highway Code does rely on the driver’s sense of integrity, common sense and a reasonable amount of intelligence. In today’s living, raping and killing nature is definitely breaching the Highway Code and the consequences are being seen. Mind you there is a huge upgrade in progress in a natural cycle and is causing a reconfiguration and is another step in evolution and humanity needs to be aware and follow the new edition being laid out in instalments and tune it to their lifestyle as requested.  

Now let us look at the She/He God plan in another way. There is no God, no Intelligence just supposedly big bang (definitely not an AH HA inspired event) it just mysteriously exploded and is a dull mechanistic event, no plan, no intelligence it hotly exploded into trillions of billions of inert matter. Somehow it attracted some of the bits together until it self taught itself to begin to form basic intelligence from a non intelligent source equally unknown as he/she. Both are similar as being invisible to human senses, mysteriously appearing and maybe she/He was the creator of the big bang and perhaps there is a common denominator somewhere.

However the Accidental Big Bang self taught rule book also lays down co incidentally much the same Highway Code.

It seems to me that separation from the codes lead to the same end by destructive elements and the upgrades apply to both scenarios.


SHACK




SHACK 600 END / BEGINNING

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Many years back I had this lovely friend and she and her husband were one of my early mentors and her husband became a ‘sort of’ brother monk type being and we attended many Zendo’s together and met the late Maharishi Mahesh Yogi and he became a devotee of the Maharishi and although I knew Mahesh quiet well I preferred the Japanese / Chinese way of ‘the way’. To me they said the same things in different ways and appealed to ones ‘something or other’

Lana (not her real name) was very beautiful and became a devotee of the late Sai Baba and stayed in his Ashram for a while. She has to retire from ballet as she injured her leg and for a while was a dancer at the London Palladium. Many years of meditation and asana’s another Guru gave her, I think his name was Satyananda in Behar in India where she stayed for a long while and attained a great deal of wisdom and many insights her husband Mac (not real name) preferred Maharishi teachings and meditation. So Lana, Mac and I met regularly at their little flat in London and we used to meditate and discuss our experiences and compare them through the different ‘ways’ we embraced. I am writing about the late 60’s and early 70’s.

For many reasons it was time to move on and then we went our own ways. Mac remained in the local London vicinity, Lana moved to East Anglia with a friend to live devoting their lives to deep practice and meditation and I ended up going to work after a failed soccer career through injury that never really took off, nor the Cricket one either, my destiny lay elsewhere.

I went to work at the Police Training College in Hendon as an maintenance electrician having served an apprenticeship as an electrician during my soccer episode, the club insisted that all the lads learned a trade in case of injury, they paid for the education until I became a tradesman, also Jewish care sponsored me and bought my tools for the electrical trade, as we were very, very, poor and the football club only really gave me a reference's as I only cleaned boots and got minimal training.

During this time I took four individual years off only after I switched from electrician to forensics and studied at University for it to get a BS.c in Forensics and biology then to MS.c in Electro Mechanical Engineering and also a Psychotherapy and counselling degree at the same time doing workshops from the late 70’s onwards all over Europe, Canada, Scandinavia and the UK, you can see my CV in www.geoffreed.com.

I then had numerous affairs with ladies and eventually settled and married Gilly at Findhorn we were to together for twelve years.  I stayed at Findhorn for a year and took other sabbaticals as above.

During most of my working years I lost my meditation so to speak and yet there was always that ‘silent current and calling somewhere in the depths of my mind’ even during those years of endless work, travelling to destinations by air, ship, car or train to do workshops, healing's and clinics, I really did not have time for meditation and yet there was a something going on automatically, unconsciously.

Then I guess I went through burnout which many folks warned me about, I was a workaholic and two severe life threatening illnesses pulled me up sharp.  Yes cancer of the lungs and followed by cancer of the prostate.  I refused chemotherapy and in both cases went to meditation, prayer, Qi Gong, TCM and Essiac and with grace and yes even with a sort of healthy scepticism Life gave, nay granted me an extension.  The lung cancer turned to glandular fever and the prostate was benign after definitely being carcinogenic, a spontaneous remission as was that with the lungs.

At the end of 1999 I took early retirement from everything, still did a few odd workshops and healing's at the clinic, and then by 2002 moved to where I am now to recover from both illness and start up my meditation and concentrate on the writings and just be, meditate, do juicing, Qi Gong and rest.  I did not realise how world weary I had been and even now in 2018 I have not fully regained strength and deep inner peace and yet that auto something as above kicks in now and again and that peace, that grace is all I seem to need, it doesn't come when I plead for it and meditate and I can get to empty mind but it is an invitation and something in me recognises it is humming away in the background.    

 Something came to mind that prompted me to type this; Lana said to me just before she went off to the East Anglia (I never heard or saw her again and Mac once or twice). Lana said ‘I have to meditate and do my practice because there is nothing I want or pray for I feel complete in myself, really I could just lay in bed or just stay in meditation all day and night’.


When I used to meet with Mahesh he seemed to be in meditation all the time and his eyes would kind of switch on as if he was on ‘stand by’ mode.  My Sensei and Sifu had that alert relaxed mode as well and if one tried to jump on them as we rascals did now and again they would react so fast that the shock threw one over.

Some years before all this when Gill and I parted around about 1978, I missed her like mad and there was a mourning healing time and then on a very rare occasion as if it really mattered that something in the background of my being would set me down and I would go deep and sometimes a rare vision and insight.  

This particular one was; a moving travelator or moving walkway appeared and I was standing watching and then appeared all manner of women, tall, dark hair, blond, black, brown, skins, long hair straight, curly, wavy, slender, full buxom, all nationalities, all colour eyes and I realised there is an attraction to each combination and they changed into many and I loved them all, not sexually just realising their form was not them, this healed me of Gill and then came a trial with other short term affairs each wonderful and then realising similar to SHACK 21 Angel Face, I did walk away but it was mutual, we realised the quest was in ourselves and our inner unshakable peace.

Just lately as I approach my eightieth year in November 2018 I have had similar visions on my moving walkway, cars, houses, money, exotic places, fame and I know what Lana meant. Also I know what Sensei meant when he said when I was in anxiety at Judo Championship (Another story in SHACK) only necessary to enjoy.

Since I do not really want anything but the bare necessities, of course I am not a saint or guru and I do get the odd urge; perhaps a better flat, a small car and bit more money and then I feel this peace with my lot, you may say this is my age and years, yet I realised when many said I was weak, too laid back, said I was a coward and so on, not ambitious, not motivated, much of this is true, yet  there is this NDE experience which I did not want to come to Earth, I find the Earth beautiful in nature but hard in humans, I have been told I am to yin, vatta, pitta and that I am vulnerable I own up to that, sensitive yes, used to be hurt not realising all material goods perish, bodies and cars do, so like sand or ice grasped they slip through your fingers or melt and heaven knows in my forensic days to see endless corpses, terrible torture, misery and sometimes no motive and apparent senseless murder, it would have been easy like so many of my colleagues to get blind drunk, bitter or go into some kinky distraction, yet from my Buddhist days and then into Quantum Metaphysics the endless play of possibilities and probabilities like the popping in and of matter to source and back again to form, atoms 99.99% empty, enough to drive one crazy as Bohr said ‘if you understand Quantum and atoms you really haven’t a clue’(that’s my take on his quote). Then the endless pain in workshops and my participants stories along with the psychotherapy, counselling, healing sessions more pain and suffering. 
     
 Yes those missing years at work regarding formal meditation, those years of travelling and meditation, Tai Chi, Qi Gong bad eating habits, anxiety and illness along with the horror of forensics the clinics, workshops and all that were actually showing me one lesson; There is no such thing as forever: if one sets one thing in concrete and relies even on several things i.e., a relationship, health, business, money, fame and so on this very reliance brings a false security and when it goes or ends there is loss, grieving and despair, suicide, bitterness, no hope. So one is on the travelator the moving walkway but not on it just observing and like clouds, enjoy their shape, texture and colour and let it pass, do not press the ‘stop halt red button’ and cling to just this or that, because someone will press the start green button and one will be on the walkway bound to the journey which will eventually come to an end and that which one clung too and the object will end as well and maybe one will search endless other walkways all ending in futility as one realises there is no such thing as forever in Life’s forms physical or mental, so stop the hankering for a solid forever and that anything outside one is lasting, it evaporates and let it evaporate and become a transparent see through and in that know one is safe as an observer and that is all.

No cling film and even that is transparent. 

So the end is the beginning and the beginning is the end and one is neither. So do I lay in bed and just be in the peace and joy of no mind or do I get up and do the same?


                                     SHACK

Post Script


In 1973 Dr Edgar Mitchell Astronaut and Electro Engineer Willis W Harman PH.D set up the Institute of Noetic Sciences and I joined and was granted an associate membership and became very friendly with Edgar.  It was through Edgar I got to associate with NASA. In 2008 I got my PH.D in Metaphysics with a brief to bridge quantum physics to metaphysics through the two slit / split experiment focussing on the observer effect and talks I had with my late cousin Professor Cyril Wolf and correspondence with various scientists about the observer effect.   

It was because of the Institute of Noetic sciences that I had the courage to go out of main stream science and became very unpopular with many academics. That is why I started my writings from 1967 onwards and online in 2005 through the media of the late www.energygrid.com and salvaged most of blogs from this very large and amazing online magazine and journal in www.geoffreedarchive.bloggspot.com 


The Institute of Noetic Sciences (IONS) is an American non-profit parapsychological[1] research institute. It was co-founded in 1973 by former astronaut Edgar Mitchell,[2][3][4] along with investor Paul N. Temple,[5] and others interested in purported paranormal phenomena,[1] in order to encourage and conduct research on noetic theory and human potentials.[6][7]
The Institute conducts research on topics such as spontaneous remission,[8][9] meditation,[8] consciousnessalternative healing practices, consciousness-based healthcarespiritualityhuman potentialpsychic abilitiespsychokinesis[9] and survival of consciousness after bodily death.[10][11] The Institute maintains a free database, available on the Internet,[2] with citations to more than 6,500 articles about whether physical and mental health benefits might be connected to meditation and yoga.[8]
Headquartered outside Petaluma, California, the IONS is situated on a 200-acre (81 ha) campus that includes offices, a research laboratory and a retreat center (originally the campus of World College West).[12] Its current director is Cassandra Vieten. Other researchers associated with it include Dean Radin and Rupert Sheldrake


This of course was at the time the only institute of its kind and another one I joined is The Doctor Healer Organisation / network and through these two Institutions and my many travels throughout Canada, Spain, Belgium, Germany, UK and Scandinavia I had the privilege of meeting many well known celebrities, doctors, healers, Shaman, lawyers, politicians, astronauts, scientists, mystics, judges, lawyers and great people who did not have degrees or appeared 'ordinary'  and had gifts of wisdom and spiritual acumen far beyond  mundane belief.  Then of course my Sensei and Sifu  in Japanese and Chinese Arts. My trials at Soccer and Cricket which never took off, and my transition from electrician to Forensics.

The main key event the NDE(near death experience in 1942) in High Wycombe Buckinghamshire which gave the notion through the years of there was another realm other than this Earthly life experience and started the quest and still burns within me.





  

SHACK 599 NOT THE END

UNDERMIERLIVRE


Suicide

You have smashed the TV

But not the programme

No aerial

But still the signal


SHACK

SHACK 598 SEA OF LOVE

Chrysalis Wellness .LLC

There is a peace that comes when thought ceases to be in the quiet meditative mind it feels like an ‘endless sea of love’ and as one sits or walks in this consciousness it seems that one is gently diving into the depths of the ocean and it has no bottom or any size, a floating energy of soft embracing love.

It has no human attributes and is asexual, its embrace is all enfolding, there is very little sense of one’s body and its functions and one feels at home and this is the very nature of creation and the source of life and one feels maybe for the first time this is true unconditional love and one has become one with it and this is the beloved. One has wed the essence of oneself and this is the Self.

SHACK



SHACK 597 HACKED MIND

YOUTUBE
When you realise you were brain washed it might be the first time you really had free thought and be a free being.

There maybe nothing to relate too but once over the strangeness of being empty, there is a place.

One is not hairy, scary, unkempt, unwashed drop out, off ‘worlder’, weirdo, gibbering, slobbering and wild impulsive madman just acting on wild impulsive bursts of unleashed lust and destruction, but one finds a compassion, a gentle soft yet strangely strong mind that is free of emotional turmoil and crazy ‘ghetto blaster radio’ noisy intrusive thoughts and urges that can tear one apart.

One becomes a human being and not a robotic auto-man carrying on historic repeats, a reincarnated mind set that is set free and lovingly placed in the world as a harmonious, harmless being, not to be mistaken for a weak being sitting on the fence but a champion for peace and compassion.

SHACK


SHACK 596 NEVER BORN NEVER DIED

Santa Banta
The witness, the Luminous Being, The light, The Source, Mother / Father God, Great White Spirit, Great Creator, The Tathagata Womb, Great No Mind, Great Space of Eternity.

All of the above implies that the space, the matrix is likened to a womb which has no material tangible form, a sort of pure energy, light, bright, all encompassing luminosity.

Scientist may accept that the big bang accident exploded forth like a babe from the womb being finally expelled or pushed out, many women have told me that in a natural childbirth in a tub or a squatting and with toned birthing and breathing the babe more or less comes out of its own and yet with a gusto at times and having a kind of orgasm, a sheer joy.

Religious folk who feel and believe that God is that womb, perhaps the two can meet and compliment one another; the big bang was God giving birth to creation accidentally.

Now to say that the babe is a clean sheet in consciousness, it is alive in the flesh, not yet discerning as such, free, hungry and alive, in fact alive as no other adult. Then it is taught its life conditioning of culture, religion or not, expected behaviour and so on. Eventually if the babe questions and thinks it may arrive at ‘what culture, religion, politics behaviour is God, what and who is this far off God I pray too and never see, I am told his handiwork, and why this, mother carried me in her womb, oh yes his handiwork is nature, and if I question this more and research I find plants, animals insects, fish and even the Sun and Earth ‘talk or communicate' in their own way and that us humans can interface with them and communicate with all life, rubbish say the academics and priests, yet I know not only from research but from first hand experience bearing out the research'.

It is not so far a cry or shout to awaken me to the fact that the whole darn universe, the whole package is alive and communicates with each and every part of itself in ‘talk and language’ commensurate and concomitant to each energy matrix and form born from it and what’s more all lives in symbiosis and ecological harmony.

This would mean God which to me is Life is light, energy and consciousness, consciousness to me implies intelligence as far as God goes and that super duper intelligence is the womb and the big bang which is the birthing process of creation.  

When the conditioning and brain washing starts from a very early age, in fact instantly on birth one is not usually in the so called modern Western World certain dictates and expectancies unfortunately ah la a religious, scientific, political and mad media and despotic immoral leaders and so the wonderful laws of nature are forgotten or just twisted; animals can be slaughtered without care or reason, so can humans who do not conform to one’s idiom, ism or whatever and the worst one of all possibly; God is out there and mysteriously has gone playing golf with Jesus, Buddha, Krishna, Mohammed and a few redeemed fallen angels.


God is playing golf with the above and all nearly get the ball in the hole. God does his putt and a great Golden Eagle picks up his (her-androgynous-male----hey what sex is God---confusing) ball and deposits it in the hole and God wins---the others say Hey great One have you come to play golf or faf about with miracles’.

In a way we are never born; the lie we live is that we create fantasies by the teaching we received which in many cases is at odds with the consciousness of the luminous intelligence which is in one, if in meditation or quiet times this can be experienced and in that luminosity, that grace all is one and one knows one is that light, ‘It was Jesus who said ‘you are the light of the world do not hide it under a bushel’ (Bushel an obsolete name for a bowl).

So only our fantasies, our mind games die, the light luminous intelligence which is the light we all share, one light, one humanity, one destiny is always present, doesn't die or is never born.

The process seems to be; caught in the programmes and agendas of the brain washing ah la custom, culture and all, no questioning or thinking outside of this prison or box, although the one in the trap may find it secure, the known and safe to a degree. Then one may be exposed to a differing agenda this may cause rebellion anger and uncertainty and cementing of the original ethos. Some may venture to explore and even change their set programmes and a great upheaval and uncertainty may ensue.

The next step maybe is to find the newly adopted ‘way’ is great at first, the new toy and gadgets that go with it. Then some may settle for this and others realise it’s the same trap, the same confinement and get into despair and either become depressed and get into drowning the pain of uncertainty and mortality, mortality that says every form is every fantasy  that dies they are not permanent, yes they have the appearance and feel of permanence but I can see even though I swapped them they are merely mind games and there are trillions of these mainly based on a sort of repetitive themes, mere modifications, variations on a theme, a cosmetic make over, a new décor and paint job, the same car with hyped up glamorous trimmings and this will rust and decays as with my body and I am still searching for eternity, the love from another, the security of power and money or the despair of poverty and ill health.  

Then it may dawn on one, maybe that feeling in quiet times, and sometimes in spontaneous moments especially in mindless moments when perhaps doing the washing up and drying and a sort of peace a joy just wells up and it feels so secure, good, loving and complete, compassionate and one feels absolutely fearless and safe and loved like no other love.  One cannot demand it, it can be invited when in meditation when one relaxes, lets go of the mind stuff, the incessant thoughts, that become louder as one becomes more silent and suddenly or quietly like a gentle oozing and squeezing pressure, the brain seems like a muscle and relaxes and one has been immersed in this light and beauty.

It seems as soon as one relaxes and lets go of the TV and computer, mobile / cell and all else and does not fall asleep and the breathing gets deeper or more shallow in some cases. In some cases one can go so deep the breathing is hardly noticed and one can get the feeling one is going out of one’s head.  The realisation is that this maybe who I am, the light, the beauty I am the light encapsulated in a temporary form and when that form comes to an end it is called death and in that death if one has known and has an amount of free uncluttered light and less mind stuff one realises the forms die be they thoughts or flesh and I would surmise and suggest thoughts are merely finer energy substances than flesh forms and flesh forms are finer energy forms than rocks and soil, yet all serve their purpose in keeping the flesh forms of nature be they in the air sea or land alive, all imbibed  with light and are luminous beings in essence.

So now this far off god is now the luminous light of life one experiences as above, it is not arrogant because one has experienced it, it is not a momentous tumultuous realisation and of course it is shocking and a great awakening, and one may feel guilty at saying I am God, one is not saying this really and on feeling this and realising it and  its significance, one realises that this feeling could permeate all humanity as it does in nature, as one life and awareness.

When one realises this in way one is never born or never dies, the light is everlasting life and the forms that issue forth are temporary and like a potter creating pots. The pots may vary in design and colour and use  however the potter by analogy lives on and when the pots crumble and  are smashed or whatever the potter remains.

In a way when we realise the full import of this we may see that meditation and identifying with the light is who we are and the rest of the minimal mind stuff that remains is useful to navigate this form world we find ourselves in and softly leaving the mind forms of delusion, the clouds of emotional and colourful seductive glamour go their way as clouds just do and their essence breaks up into nothingness that is the illusion of reality.

With this when the entire mind forms are not serving purpose one feels the light beckons, it is here and there and everywhere, so softly and with loving compassion one withdraws completely and leaves the flesh to recycle and one is the light without form.

SHACK

Footnote

1.     (Britain, slang) An overcomplicated task, especially one perceived as a waste of timequotations ▼
Adjusting this television is a bit of a faff.
2.     (typically in the phrase 'in a faff') a state of confused or frantic activity; a flap.
She's in a total faff about tonight's dinner party.
Synonyms[edit]
·                    (overcomplicated task): See also Thesaurus:nuisance
·                    (frantic activity): flap
Verb[edit]
faff (third-person singular simple present faffspresent participle faffingsimple past and past participle faffed)
1.     (Britain, slang) To waste time on an unproductive activity.
She faffed about so much, she never got to eat her breakfast.
I decided to stop faffing about and get some work done.
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