Following
the last SHACK 718 my mind has been relatively clear of chatter and internal
dialogue, it would seem that a great deal of the chatter content and fantasy
imagery, the colourful provocative mind high drama show was promoted by those
memorabilia as of course most of my life experiences were centred and acted out
from them, they were the content and substance, the kind of backbone and
skeleton in and on which the whole Hollywood shenanigans were played out on the
big holographic mind screen and of course the front rows and seats were
reserved for the special invited excited and exalted guests the five senses,
the logic, intellect and the conductor of the orchestra and graphics Lord and
Royal guest the Ego who held and holds the whole drama company together
bound in an affiliate which was and is seemingly shock, shatter and bomb attack
resilient and unreachable and beyond redemption.
This
seemingly impenetrable fortress, this high ivory tower, this nuclear safe house
which seemed so well equipped to deal with all and every kind of vicissitude
was my life. What could possibly dismantle or cause this solid concrete
construct so ably built over the years and culled from apparently life
experiences? Mind you all was not a bed of roses and there were times that tragedy would shake loose the foundations.
The
gradual process of meditation, the binaural beats of Holosync and the quantum
realities began to sink home as was said in the previous SHACK the original
koan, the NDE and that began the dismantling of the scaffolding upon which the
ego clung. It was so real and convincing, so solid, so forever, bit by bit I
self talked myself and wrote and thought it out, contemplating, ruminating and
doing a sort of sales pitch and con job on the ego until it no longer made
sense or intuitively possible to keep a ‘fake’ in the sense that all is
impermanent, transient and at the foundation of nothing as in particle physics,
just a dynamic interplay at and in space and that emptiness is the fount of
creation, then I was living in a mental construct of which I was endeavouring
to make impermanence permanent, the ancient very old idea and endeavour of
eternal life in this world of the flesh body and never ending fantasy, fantasia
and Alice in Wonderland.
The
Awareness was held in a dark dingy vault buried beneath the fortress of ego and
given a brief respite now and again and although the darkness, pain,
suppression and chains of and on the true light of consciousness the
weight and height of the towering monster although the monster was at times
generous and loving in its own terms and way, never the less could not entirely
snuff out the light coming from the dungeons it seemingly was harnessed too.
Those
early years of the NDE, that early Koan began the process of opening cracks and
the light, seemingly gentle and passive, never the less had a silent ‘pressing’
power like a heavy weight lying against a wall and the very weight of it or
like the water behind the dam, eventually the mass of it begins to find openings
and weakness very much like water in concrete and when it freezes and expands
and eventually causes structural damage.
So
the light in the dungeon began to seep up the scaffold, melting away, the AH
HA’s came, the nature of the scaffold exposed by the Buddha of the empty mind,
the nothingness of matter exposed by the Buddha of Quantum stuff, the mad world
affairs all going hay wire suddenly brought about the shattering of the
construct.
The
memorabilia were symbols which held the content of the illusion; they were the
building blocks, the digital keys to the pixels held in the ever ready space
and usurped by the seduction and glamour of a make believe world of fantasy and
glamour which took and convinced and tricked the mind to think it was real and gave rewards of
wealth, sexual delight, emotional highs, victory and the promise of this never
ending to those of extreme wealth and power governance and power of the entire
Earth its subjects and nature, celebrities beyond one’s imagination and belief’
the world is not enough, now the Moon, Mars the Universe, no God but me,
invincible and dominant, my seed is the only seed and all the rest of you kiss
my arse and I tread you under my feet as mush and trash, this is evident today
in the one world government, the 5G and the internet of everything which you
can find in the POSTS in www.geoffreed.com
The
days after the ‘shattering’ as in last SHACK having said shattering, the agony
of the ‘birth’ of throwing away those symbols of memorabilia was easy and quite
as described, although the build up to the crescendo full of agony, passion,
grimly holding on and all sorts of excuses not to let go.
The
few days after are strange, there are moments when the space in my mind, which I
liken to patches of smear and muck on the window of light, float back in, and
for a while there is an identity, the floating muck coming from the TV,
experiences during the day and what meditation throws up, the collective
unconscious, the corruption being exposed in which at the time is the ‘alleged
death of a top paedophile man Jeffrey Epstein’ and the sinister stuff I have
written about that sort of thing in my POSTS as above, these floaters are
trying to stick and form other symbols which will in time become memorabilia,
this time in a ‘mind construct’ rather than a badge, uniform, certificate, so
they get finer, yet the release of the memorabilia symbols let in a lot more
light, the window is now joined by the light of the released dungeon and is
joined by the light of the Universe and day so to speak, that bit of muck on
the window kept the light behind it obscured now light meets light.
Then
there is a sort of boredom, the symbols gone and the emptiness sought for is
strange and the thinking less dominant and a new phase to be ushered in or
rather to appear spontaneously not so much appear but just is, light is light
and that has to be the new or rather always was, that what was covered and always
was and is, is not new but has been waiting to be unleashed and discovered.
SHACK
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