SHACK 872 YOURSELF

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When you get near the truth of yourself it strips away the false beliefs and programmes and the energy bound up in them is released and the energy released begins to surge through the meridians, neuronal pathways and so cause an increase with which the body's nervous system is not accustomed too. Its like the walls of the dam have been breached and as one is usually able to monitor by the sluice gates or plug a hole, now the pressure is so great that great wide holes appear and the flood is on.

It can be so powerful that it can drive one to madness or at least the feeling of it. Accompanying this should one be so fortunate to have a revelation of some of the beliefs, programmes and agendas and one can get the sense of what bound them together and not only one's own stuff but that of the world especially now at the time of the COVID-19 supposed virus and the agenda of lock downs, utter surveillance and dystopia that this could lead too either by the accidental leak of the Altitude Pneumonia Syndrome like symptoms or a contrived 'leak' intended to break the world's population and get them into utter servitude either way it is sinister.

Even with all the meditation and awareness I have accrued there is an energy in me impelling me on and on, huge revelations and writing which take me out of every day comfort zone and former routines and sweeping away reason and logic, this is a runaway train taking me to an unknown destination with very few platforms to rest, I stay up late, eat the wrong foods, miss exercise, watch crass films very little meditation and yet I feel it in the background, a silent yet humming throb and it suffices.  

This is a huge opportunity for the world and individuals to take stock of ourselves and when lock down with virus is over, will the world ethos return to the old worn out patterns which afforded a back handed sense of reality and a known fragile security or be a brave new world and launch out into a more sustainable caring and sharing global population caring not only for itself as human beings but for nature and her occupants, in fact will I seize the opportunity?

This tirade, this rant, this energy of lock down for the populace and causing depression, anger and rebellion and for me the quietness and less pollution and breaking so many habits and the energy to be able assess and see the rush and power to dramatically move and turn out redundant habits, routines and rituals which remove the floorboards and presumably and up to now safe foundations although in truth they have always been tenuous and shaky and never had the courage or the right timing to do such a radical shift.

This tsunami is not leading me to new beliefs, programmes or agendas but into the emptiness of peace and hopefully tranquillity an emptiness which is not that of depression and despair, blackness and no will to live but a sense of freedom and fearlessness the emptier the better, the lack of thought enhances my memory long and short term and the internal dialogue, mind chatter and fantasy's, day dreams seem less as is the need for sleep. The mind chatter and fantasy still arise in a lazy haphazard way and they mean less and my awareness 'catches' the initial energy surge, the trigger and switch which energised the former mind sets and patterns. 

I have seen several cases where this energy of kundulini, chi, ki or whatever rips through one spontaneously and has driven people to madness and had to be sanctioned or some spiritual practices such as Kundulini Yoga, Tantric Yoga some extreme forms of Kung Fu, fasting and herbal with Shamanic practice which is not supervised by a competent supervisor can rip away the fabric and veneer of a persons, nay, a community and even a country foundational, rational, logical and psychological 'norm' and a mass or individual calamity of madness, suicide, self harming and an incoherent shambling nowhere to go and do besets oneself or those at large. Such is becoming apparent in the world today 2020. 

Physical symptoms are abundant; the crown and throat chakra, the whirling unsteadiness as if I am being spiralled up to a dimension above logic and technology science and mainstream academia and religious, philosophical and political agendas and postulates. 

Former meaningful paraphernalia have but a shadowy existence and I wonder what on Earth was and is their use and function. There is an amazing feeling 'of this is surreal', a sort of bizarre awake daytime nightmare, which backs up my feeling of a world of illusion, delusion, impermanence, a world built on layers of atoms which in themselves are 99.99% empty just waves and assumed particles, yes Eastern Philosophy and practices mention and go into it, The Buddha and co., knew the existence of non existence and as my ego is enthralled, overwhelmed, undone and in upheaval and yes in awe as it is reluctantly, er not so reluctant  and beginning to voluntarily relinquish many of its 'treasured hypothesis' and somehow comes to terms with the incoming 'no data' that is required in this reconfiguration and shift.

I have feeling that the song lyrics below may have caught the song writers mind as to the way the world was going and the meanings behind life---some say they were disillusioned and depressed---maybe?

Mad World

Gary Jules, Michael Andrews

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head, I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world

Children waiting for the day, they feel good
Happy birthday, happy birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher, tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world
Enlarge your world
Mad world

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Roland Orzabal

Mad World lyrics © Songtrust Ave, BMG Rights Management

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SHACK 871 REAL FOOD

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' Humans cannot live by bread alone'. This to me means no matter how well fed, comfortable and well off I maybe, even though flimsy as in comparison to others there to me has always been since early memories and experiences, no matter how well exercised and even feeling well and healthy there is a 'special something' that is not prescribed or definable and is elusive to human senses and unobtainable as a commodity.

Affluence, acquisitions, material possessions, academic achievements, high status, Royal positions, Presidents and Prime Ministers, Holy orders, top sporting Accolades or other such merits could not satisfy me as much as the indefinable 'living waters' the feel of the 'spirit' that elusive yet all satisfying and sustainable Life Force, the force of the unknown and unseen which satisfies the soul, the very beingness of the continuity of Life here in the seen of the flesh Life and the Unseen. 

What is this mysterious something that I thirst after and no matter in a desperate thirst on a hot busy day after consuming many glasses of water I am satisfied and yet this thirst is not of the body nor the mind it is felt deep within the very folds of my being. 

Far away and yet paradoxically near this sustenance is all encompassing and within all forms and formlessness and can only be felt by the awareness, because awareness is an awareness of awareness and a proof it is alive. It feels as if awareness is the feeling and sensing of Life as awareness. It is the recognition of Life as a living experience of itself as the creator and the supplier of the animation and motivating energy in the sense of consciousness and awareness of itself and its creation.

This force, this energy, this awareness, this consciousness when it is quite and is on its own away from its creation feels like the 'living waters', 'the enlivening principle' 'the bubbling brook and spring' 'sparkling dance of the waves and particles at the Quantum Realm' 'The Effervescence of Life' 'The Joie de Vivre' 'The Fountain and Matrix' 'The Rock and Foundation' and so much more.  

Since this is the SELF without human inculcation it is me connecting with myself and I only feel complete when I feel this essence no matter how joyful, pleasant and wonderful or the opposite fleshly life is at that time. When I am distracted by any thought, fantasy, entertaining experiences, tribulations, sleep or some other activity it is only temporary and draining until I connect to still quietness within. I cannot say it is within or outside, it is only within because the distracting internal dialogue or mind chatter or a distracting form covers up the essence and so one waits in awareness until the clouds disperse naturally and then in that sense the essence is behind or within, also in meditation or in a natural cessation of thought there can be this sense of peering, witnessing the slide show across the screen of mind and so it feels one is going within, going down the mine shaft until the content is relatively empty and there is light at the end of the tunnel.

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Light is the essence(SHACK)

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SHACK 869 PSALM 23

Psalm 23 King James Version (KJV)

23 The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

King James Version (KJV)

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Now and again I come across holy / religious prayers that presumptuously, brazenly I proceed to interpret the meaning to my understanding and some prayers just say it all along with quotes, koan's and so forth, so here goes; 

1) In quiet meditation when my breath almost stops I feel at one with the All and All and I feel I do not want anything more I am whole and complete.

2) When I am distraught I am reminded to meditate and surrender and the peace of still waters seem to trickle and then flow into my consciousness.

3) I feel recharged and ready to face life again.

4) In the world today there are so many dangers and sometimes I am blessed with grace and synchronicity's and 'co incidences that I feel somewhat protected'. 

5) Although  my finances are limited I have enough for daily living

and a few treats now and again. When the wonderful gifts of joy and love touch my heart and the food is on my table and the drinks slake my thirst, I feel I have supped with the divine and have been anointed by grace.

6) As long as I remember to let go of my anxiety and fear and surrender to the quiet ease of a peaceful at rest mind and say 'I of myself am nothing it is God the Divine who does the Works'

'Consider the lilies and the flowers of the field they toil not neither do they spin'

'The Kingdom of Heaven is within, seek ye first the Kingdom of Heaven and all else will be added unto you'

All this is to dwell in the house, the quiet place of the Most High and dwell in the House of the Lord forever.  Amen 

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SHACK 868 PSYCHIC ATTACK

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It was about 08.30 on Sunday 28 June 2020 and I was laying in bed presumably asleep or dosing deeply as it were, when I became aware I was sitting at a table in a sort of canteen that one might find in a supermarket, rather bare and large, tiled floors and the walls mainly yellow, I think I was eating a bowl of something, perhaps a fruit pie or cereal (which I rarely eat). Sitting to my left at about three yards away was a lady who I know as Debbie, she sits on benches and used to have a cycle by the supermarkets in Whetstone or Barnet.  She is often perceived by many as a sort of vagrant, alcoholic or a homeless person, however I have talked to her and she is not. She is well dressed clean and polite.

She has a bland vacant smile and is affable, she noticed my NASA hats and apparel and said she worked for NASA and laid cables on the Moon and said that protective clothing was not needed and you could wear just jeans and ordinary clothes. I said what about oxygen and so on, she said they were not needed and she was well known, just ask NASA and say Debbie and they will know me. Just out of interest I spoke to my associates at NASA and they asked around and they did not know her. When I saw Debbie next time I said they did not know you and she said I meant the Chinese. I left it at that.

She looks like a round smiling 'Buddha like' person and in a robe could pass of as a monk.  She has hinted that either through injury or trauma she has had brain surgery or an accident. I just wave and just say hi and how are you, as she gets confused with any attempt at conversation. I have never sensed any anger, hostility or menace and people I know say she is 'simple, yet intelligent in a child like manner'.

The morning I mentioned above, I was facing one way and Debbie the other way. In a flash she turned into a large, huge, massive black coal like bundle of herself and dumped herself on my lap, her head turned up towards the ceiling and her body so heavy it was crushing me to death, I tried to push her off, twist her dense black ears, pinch her, I was suffocating to death and I could really feel it once or twice I have felt similar attacks in bed by an unidentified black body masses. I cried out for help and the police came and removed her. I got up after a while, gasping for breath and shocked and mystified.

I did ho opono pono ( healing forgiveness Hawaiian prayer) and started a meditation just breathing and awareness as I usually do and did not enquire as to why this attack. Was it really psychic or imagination. 

I have researched psychic matters and definitely know these energy forms exist and must not be taken lightly for all is vibrations and frequencies. 

Later on and feeling exhausted and depleted an explanation came to me without asking in an intent way and not fearfully, I had regained my peace but still physically not up to par; I hesitate and yet am urged to journal this; Just over the last few weeks all old incidents in the block of flats where I live and the animosities over the last eight years have been beautifully resolved and yet the Karma of those who instigated this has come back full circle to haunt them and the police were called three times to them and this did not involve me at all. What they did to me fell on them between themselves.

Some new residents who are builders and warehouse operatives are heavy drinkers, three are alcoholics but not aggressive, all of them cannot understand why I do not drink alcohol and am not into swearing and boasting, one of them just keeps on saying ' you don't look well, your pale, get some drink and the sun' and take delight in sniping at me and yet like me at times. Many of my neighbours say I look young, fresh and tanned, there you go. By remarks that may 'sting', hurt or press ones buttons, it can lower the emotional status and cause a 'hole' in the aura and other things like 'wind ups' 'put downs' all lower the energy essence immune system and leave strategic opening for the vampire to enter its psychic energy 'fangs'

OK, so what has this to do with the attack; arrogantly, bullish or downright big headed I have been feeling 'tingling with light energy' and feeling fresh, physically not so much, but mentally yes. I had the feeling as was told by neighbours they are jealous of my quietness, abstinence and younger than my years look, however I feel it is on another level, I feel that when a person is on drink, drugs, worry, anxiety, ill they obviously lack energy and there are those that consciously or unconsciously are 'energy vampires' and the darker they are in Aura and mind, they seek the light and energy in others. I know in myself if I watch a violent video or when with forensics we destroyed hundreds of pornographic books, magazines, videos and so on I felt sick and depleted of energy and some of the residents drink, stay up late and watch war and horror movies and so on.

I have felt this and written about incidents in back SHACK's, this to me is a reality and in my workshops, clinical practices I have this sense of the energy and aura's. Now I know that persons with strange mental aberrations, quirks, jealousy's, psychological kinks, into the dark or white magics have the innate or intentional abilities to 'switch on' the predator instinct and hunt for 'vital life force' and that is why in some tribal traditions they sacrifice people, animals or eat the organs of hearty healthy beings, or take their possessions, ornaments, power objects, crystals, hair samples, blood, semen, mothers milk and so on to import and download the essence, this is as real as life itself, though of course academics and mainstream may scoff and laugh at this. 

I felt the heavy dark mass of Debbie was 'squeezing the life force out of me ' not to intentionally kill me with malice' but the essence, her chi, her kundulini was contaminated and her batteries needed a recharge and I could feel the life force drain out of me and filling her and furthermore I had  the feeling that many more 'recharges' were needed and in the astral travelling realms she would roam on seeking and preying as a psychic / energy vampire. There are many and some are zombie like Debbie in manner and appearance and I can tell when they are charged. One has to be aware on buses and crowds of the energy vampires. The transference of energy is done by opposing poles, induction and magnetic and electrical frequencies or in some cases by entrainment, there are certain instruments that can do this.

I feel my recharging comes from the quietness and empty peace mind in meditation.

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SHACK 868 I AM, AM I

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I AM TRYING TO FIND

AN IDENTITY  FOR MY I AM

BUT DOES I AM HAVE TO HAVE

AN IDENTITY OR EXPLANATION

DO I HAVE JUSTIFY WHO I AM OR 

WHAT I AM

IN THE LONG RUN 

IT ALL GOES

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SHACK 867 FORM OR NOT

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The search for security in an identity is usually wrapped around a form which is perceived by human flesh senses. The unwrapping of the layers valiantly protecting its precious cargo, the form portrayed as layers and seemingly 'there' and tangible begins to become exposed and fragile as the layers of deception fall away or are peeled.

What seemed so impenetrable now seems more porous, flimsy and not having substance and this core which stood so proud or hid behind a fake fragility to lure the attention it desired to make it an acknowledgement a testimony of its existence or took all by the scruff  of the neck, now seems a fading sunset, an autumn when the leaves of the programs, agendas and conditioning lose their efficiency and energy.

The core which was the fortress and seemed so unassailable now seems flaccid and weak, drooping and loss of vigour not only of body but of mind. Then on the final layer the core is exposed and what was the pinnacle of one's ambition and life's purpose lies exposed and the truth of its shallow programmes and brain washed underpinning where to be found as just that, a set of ideas and aspirations that now fall besides the roadside.

The disillusionment, the very acute disappointment can send one into deep despondency and depression and send one to a black hole that sucks one even deeper into doom and gloom and seemingly no escape.  All those years of living a lie, someone else's highs and low's, now seen and felt as gibberish and then so real and true is felt and comprehended now as 'what a let down how could I have fallen for this and now I am in the pit of hopelessness where can I go now only further into the mire'. 

Fortuitously from this seemingly hopeless position, spontaneously a light comes on and one may question; well if I was living someone else's dreams or dogmas and they were ideas, concepts, platforms of ideology and achievements and now seen to be but just that 'mind manufactured thoughts' built into sequential linear constructs which were the foundations, the very rocks and concrete of my reality and now just a crumbling old building with the foundations giving way and collapsing into rubble, now seen as beliefs built to be a reality as solid, lasting and the tantamount of my life and fulfilment, now empty and unfulfilled and crushed beneath the weight of the collapsing edifice.

Then this chink of light says 'well you know this is false and have seen the apparent reality as a sham, a mirage then who is this that is witnessing this, who is experiencing this when all has gone and only the debris is here and even that has disappeared, there is nowt to perceive, there is this 'emptiness'  that I feared because I thought and was told I had to be a somebody even as a nobody I was a somebody, but being a 'real' as it were, a nobody'  and apparently not having a form as such, still a tangible flesh cocoon yet an empty head / mind / consciousness / awareness and not senile and mumbling in a gibberish incoherent manner, a sort of an awareness of a 'me'  not cloaked or wrapped, bound or solidified by mind concepts but just an awareness, clear bright, intelligent in an intuitive wise manner arriving and living from I know not where.  

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SHACK 866 LOST AND FOUND

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THE SILENCE OF NOWHERE

AND 

THE NOISE OF SOMEWHERE

AND IN AMONGST THAT 

THERE MAYBE AN 'I'

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SHACK 865 WHAT?

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By the way I chose this image because it has no relevancy to the text(SHACK) 

THERE IS ALWAYS A THERE

THERE IS ALWAYS THE THERE, THERE

AND WHEN ONE ARRIVES THERE

IT IS THERE AGAIN

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SHACK 864 ANOTHER ONION

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I marvel at the peeling away of the not me and exposing the absolute bull shit of politicians, doctors, lawyers, terrorists, special services operatives, spies, hard men and women, the need for poverty, homelessness, asylum seekers, big headed and pompous academics, strutting celebrities, multi billionaires, the whole shebang.

I used to be envious and make up day dreams, illusions, delusions and fantasies not only did this give me a 'buzz' and a reason to live and wake up for but the thought of having an empty mind devoid of mind chatter, the internal dialogue it would leave me with dementia, senility, Alzheimer and permanently 'locked and tuned in' to one of these self selected and manifested fantasy realities' and the ironic part of it they are not realities but mere fantasy which like all other identities which appear real, solid and socially accepted the so called 'norm' on examination they to appear to be as shallow and illusion / delusion like as everything on Earth is, for it is all impermanent, evanescent, mirage like and yet many cling to this as do I. However waking up to the fact that it is mirage like and has been instilled, inculcated and therefore habitual this begins the process of true self inquiry and it is the very realisation that Life itself in a fleshly cocoon is mirage like and the recognition that although it optically exists and is produced by different layers of air density, never the less produces wonders and magic to the first time viewer.     

However by repetition  the pounding and domineering 'realities and their components which are commensurate and concomitant with the various religions, cultural, political, ethos and the 'norm' of any science, business practice, sexual identity and almost everything' by  the means of the impacting, constant reminders and inculcation become the reality of the day so to speak and breaking of these habits which become addict-able and so the reality becomes established and maybe never to be seen for what it is.  The mirage is no longer a mirage, it has taken over a solid 'there in your face solid fact, I see it and therefore it is real and no matter what you tell me about air density levels and so on, I know this is a ruse to get me over to your reality and firm up my own'.

Now one maybe faced with the 'shocking' awesome, bleak and exhilarating stark awakening, 'there aint nothing there at all, there is ten percent of precisely fuck all 'and there is no one at home, no hook to hang my coat on, so then what can harm the 'no thing-nothing' for all reality which was conjured up, the wonder of the conjurer, the magician who created the Universe as a reality and in fact is like the mirage, layers of particles, waves, atoms, molecules and has as much substance as the 10% of fuck all  because atoms are 99.99% empty so that 1% is what---its you, is it? 

Now that you know you do not exist in reality where is this coming from as I write this, where do I go to find a me to live in this Earthly reality? I do not. I realise I am an awareness, a witness awareness who is not identified with illusions, dreams, delusions and human made prescriptions and this awareness realises it is free of the above roundabouts and vicissitudes and it is formless and therefore cannot be harmed albeit covered up by an attractive, delicious morsel of a glossy, glamorous emotional arousing enticement and the lure and addiction to this rewards one with an emotional orgasm and high and of course seeking endless repetitions of this with higher intensity until boredom or another sort of 'high'. I have spoken to prostitutes, clients of prostitutes, sadomasochist's, drug addicts, adventurer's, dominatrix's and so on. One patient of mine who was a dominatrix and prostitute told me of the different sexual positions, kinks, erotic stimulants, endless gadgets, fetishes and the whole run of the mill and the endless search for 'turn on's' to arouse the flagging and bored client or uninterested and bedraggled partners or married couples who look to a hobby or out of the marriage affairs and yet the endless frustrating search, like many who go to countries where sexual exploits with minors or animals, weird plants to stimulate the emotional desires and so get caught in the merry go round of frustration and the search for the ultimate thrill. 

Then there is the courage to live without all the above, not by suppression nor will power and it is not enough to realise the above intellectually and psychologically albeit the awakening is a very promising first step, however the vestiges, the bits that are hard to clean in the pan, still have gluey, rusty stained obdurate tenacity, a doggedness that is sometimes almost defying all one's efforts to break free. One can only break free not by will power or strenuous effort but by seeing or feeling the 'energy' of these stains and deeply having an intuitive 'understanding' which is the senses of the awareness and it is not real and does not serve a purpose in one's life and therefore it is redundant and because it is the 'right timing'  it drops away and is no longer there, the mirage just goes as it appeared 'out of thin air' and has no real substance.  

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SHACK 863 GOOD BOY

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There are these theories that if you have low confidence and esteem that one may have been abused mentally, physically or in some other way.

It could be there was absolutely no role model, not rejected and also weak parental guidance. A modicum of attention and love, a quiet boy not seeking attention and wondering why he was not noticed, some love given, a good home and comfortable surroundings but left to wander around with some boundaries.

The atmosphere was bland and the boy wondered what was wrong with him as there were no rebukes, no threats, smacking or ridicule, where was the guidance and impetus and the motivation?

So left to his own devices which he picked up from others and elsewhere and there was a sort of back handed acknowledgement and he lived in his own imagination.

Because he lacked childhood fantasies and not much in the way of toys and friends he became introverted and yet easily led by others who appealed to his self made as it were dreams and fantasies. He sensed he was unlike others and could not mix easily and when the opportunity presented itself to join or please he jumped and obeyed.

A strict authoritarian figure would provide guidelines with boarders and although sometimes distasteful, he would get his reward by obeying and being a good boy and pleasing his authority figures without question or sometimes causing conflict when he felt it was 'not something quite right' and even if they mocked or chastised him. He wished his parents and family were his guides and it was not left to him to be guided and 'parented' by some others or himself.

He became confused and had mixed messages and afraid of conflict and physical activity in sport and strength issues. He became a loaner and saute to please and so 'run with the hares and hunt with the hounds'. He had really no real alliances and reality consisted of a make shift, make do daily with opportunistic scavenging and be grateful to the day and bother about it tomorrow and was petrified of illness and disease because how do you please a disease and who is going to love and care for him as he was shy, deceitful in a way to mask his weaknesses and lying to get praise and attention and he did 'daring things' in his mind to compensate for his vulnerability.

How could he get out of this dilemma of this crazy make believe Walter Mitty existence, he already knew as he grew older from Buddhism and Quantum stuff that all the above was merely a psychological trap due to childhood experiences or should I say lack of childhood experiences and that he manufactured his childhood experiences, yet the one real memory was his NDE and out of body experience.

By the peeling away the layers he exposed the false identikits and the rules, religions, cultures, politics, spiritual and all else and found they all were from King, to Prime Minister, priest to Doctor, imbecile, drug addict, pop star, Buddhist Monk, Football Star, hugely wealthy Billionaires all of it was just as valid as his own and equally fake and false, he realised he and everyone lived a lie, they did not know it, humanity has conned itself into believing there is any reality at all. 

So this left him naked, exposed and strangely free and a modicum of fearlessness. All of humanities wars, religions, cultures and rituals were worthless and full of crappy shit. Pillars of falsities made into assumed realities, structures and safety squashed and fucked by death and the tempting reward of heaven, a good reincarnation and a sort of warranty if you be a 'good boy and please God and the rules laid down by the various religions, cultures and laws by despots' as a ticket to a train going away from hell.  He was afraid of breaking his own self made realities and the punishment for breaking them and although not real his mind had made him feel and think so.

He had no identity, he did not appear imbecilic or immoral he had little to say or offer after he shed the stifling, stultifying restricting hoaxes of identities that did not match anything at all and now just wandered around letting nature and life lead him to nowhere that is somewhere.

The above I have seen in world leaders, priests, dictators, Kings, Queens, all manner of sexual definitions, as to date seventy two, dictators, politicians, every culture, religion and science, everybody and thing as death and the five extinctions and the impending sixth with of cause death just wipes the plate and slate clean. In my psychotherapy clinical / healing / counselling days nearly all of the above were living in these false realities and my 'job' was to expose those in myself and them and hopefully lead them to explore the nature of reality beyond psychological, scientific, religious, human made morals, cultural and socialistic paradigms.     

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SHACK 862 HAIL

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I FEEL FREE HE CRIED

FREE FROM WHAT 

ER! WHAT BOUND ME BEFORE

IT JUST DROPPED AWAY 

WHAT DROPPED AWAY?

MAKE SURE YOU DON'T TRY AND REMEMBER

AS THE ENERGY OF THE PAST 

MIGHT DRAW YOU BACK

CAN YOU REALLY LIVE WITH FREEDOM?

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SHACK 860 GHOST?

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A pupil of mine in my Judo / Kendo / Aikido  / meditation based on the martial arts and Zen lived near Stanmore ( a small suburb of North West London) Synagogue and he told me it was haunted and would I take a look.

I brought my Forensic Kit and met the caretaker who was not Jewish and his wife. He came from Cornwall and had that lovely 'slur' not to be confused with an insult or disability and he reminded me of an old pirate and sea dog, a slightly balding head, a wispy gingery beard and he said "It comes from upstairs or from downstairs, it grips your clothing and your legs and sparkles at times, argh it do, it do"  His wife a thin lady with a thin pale face clutched her apron and said " it do, it do, it's a ghost and this place is haunted. I can't stand it much longer, we have a good job here and the people are kind"  I said "have you spoken to the Rabbi or committee" "No we would fear they would think us mad".

The stairs where this occurred were at the side of the synagogue and in the building and led up to the caretakers small two bedroom flat. My pupil said he had felt and witnessed the feelings as one climbed the steps but had seen nothing and he knew I had investigated crop circles and haunted places as a side to my Forensic work and teaching and that is why he came to me for help.

I then decided to ascend the stairs and three frightened people cautioned me to be careful. I ascended the stairs and halfway up I experienced all the sensations described. If I touched the stair rail I got sparks when my hand came off, my trousers clung to my leg and prickled and my shirt felt wet and clammy, I turned round and came down and as they said it happened it happened or down. I said "yes I felt all you said"

They looked at me aghast. "What can we do, can you stop it, should we pray, is it us, have we sinned or are evil?"  

I said " I might be able to stop it" I went to my case and opened it and got out a large roll of insulating tape. I went to the stairs and they looked in on in terror. I started to bind the stair rail with the tape and lay strips on the metal step ends on the concrete steps and lo and behold the ghost was laid to rest. 

They all looked relieved and tentatively tried it for themselves. How is that they asked. I said "I suspect the walls are made of ferrous concrete, the steps ends of metal of some sort and the stair rail of some metal and this when you complete the circuit forms an extreme static electric field and probably by wearing different clothes at times or what you were carrying or foot wear change caused it to be intermittent but none-the less bothersome" 

I was heartily embraced and invited to have a good old Cornish Cream Tea which they had prepared for me regardless of the result.

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SHACK 859 FREE WILL

Daniel Miessier

IS FREE WILL THE GIFT 

YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN

THEN HAVE YOU LIVED IT 

PRUDENTLY

IF NOT WHY NOT

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Science of singularity

Taraka

SHACK 858 BACKDROP

Steemit

It may seem strange to think of eternity, god, heavenly farther, or many such names or an imaginative conjecture as a backdrop. This portrayal is meant to portray an esoteric and exoteric hint of a sort of mystic, magical intuitive subtle uplifting and yet quite percolating, percolating in the sense of the spirit of heaven, the divine gradually, slowly percolating through the porous flesh and bone and being imbibed as a feeling of divinity touching the soul, I get the feeling at times of a golden gentle rain being absorbed through my crown at first as a gentle jet and then showering over me and encapsulating me in an egg shape encasement. I feel it sink through in a gentle way, much like osmosis, and the absorption through the semipermeable assimilation through the cell membranes.

From this endless invisible 'energy' field it is seemingly still yet strangely vibrant, it seemingly uniform emptiness there is a feeling that something is a afoot, a feeling that something is about to emerge in ways that are unexpected either subtlety, intuitively, with a crash and bang or in sequential orderliness. 

From formlessness to form, from the invisible to visible, from timelessness to time, from wave / particle / to atom / molecular and so on for such is the 'way' of things. This the Tao of Life and the backdrop in which we experience things. This backdrop can be experienced as the natural awareness which is the witness to the creation.

Out of the great matrix, the womb of creation emerges the Universe and its contents and from this seemingly constant backdrop it seems timeless and yet it brings forth its children in time and cycles.

To the mystic, the sensitive, the deep reflective thinker, the meditater, the shaman and such like these cycles continue such as the seasons, the sun, moon and other astrological oppositions, retrogrades and so on and although they are timed and in many cases with precision in order like a clockwork watch with its cogs and wheels, each a part and yet vital and intrinsic and one might say ecological and in symbiotic relationships. In  fact it would take a backdrop to supply the design and energy of its constant beingness to supply the cycles that interlink like the conjurers magic rings to sustain the cycles of time and their never ending cycles until such time they have served their purpose. As to what that purpose and design is ultimately meant for is the mystery which the backdrop has in store for Creation. 

It can come to the thoughtful and sensitive mind that  those very cycles of time are indeed apparent and recognised as a contrast like night and day and all the the opposites and of course they are not opposites but part of a whole, like heads and tails of a coin, they are indeed complimentary's, the yin and yang of life. 

Although we may seem caught in the cycles of time, yet in meditation one can sense it is a hint of its complimentary-ness that time is the complimentary to timelessness, and one may sense that this great disappearance and appearance are two sides of the coin and that one celebrates the tother.  (old English sometimes spelt t'other). 

They are indeed in a symbiotic relationship---hail to symbiosis.

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SHACK 861 BEAUTY

EDUCAALLINGO

OUT OF THE SILENCE 

BEAUTY AND LOVE ARISE

THEY COME FORTH

SILENTLY, SERENELY

AND ALMOST 

SERENDIPITOUSLY

OVERPOWERINGLY, MAGICALLY 

AND FULFILLING  TO THE CORE

THE COLOURS 

ARE ENCHANTING - AH 

A THOUSAND SIGHS OF CONTENTMENT 

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SHACK 857 GRATIFIED

Pinterest

IN THE SILENCE OF MYSELF

MYSELF AS AN AWARENESS 

AN AWARENESS WITHOUT FORM OR 

THOUGHT

THIS MYSTERIOUS CONSCIOUSNESS 

FOR IT HAS NO FORM OR LOCATION 

I HAVE MET MYSELF AND FEEL

AT HOME AT LAST

AND CAN TRULY SAY

THERE IS NO 'I'

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Letting go can be painful --holding on can be painful as well.(SHACK)

SHACK 856 HOLY

Zen Unrestricted

There are certain places and atmospheres which I feel draw me and silence me and feel 'holy' special. It can be a 'power point' in nature a cathedral, synagogue, church, mosque, shrine, a babbling brook, a forest or just a quiet meditation anywhere.

This feeling is like the last SHACK 859, it draws me in so to speak, but feels holy, as if I am connected to the unknown, the magic of the Cosmos, the awe of the starry night, the lure of the mysterious, in fact, I feel that the resounding silence is 'the place of the most high', 'The very Kingdom of Heaven Within'.

It isn't a place physical or psychological or resides in the neural pathways in the brain or a memory encapsulation, it is in  the consciousness and that is an awareness of being, that is feeling one is alive without the need of a flesh body and a clarity with extreme awareness of experiencing experience, which is being a conscious witness to oneself as an awareness.

The experience is a hush, a brush with a love that is non emotional yet deeply satisfying and this satisfaction does not require a form to experience it through, it is sufficient unto itself, it is nameless, formless and has non location or definition and yet is total and never ending, it is touch and brush with eternity and is complete unto itself.

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From  Archives

SHACK 855 SLAUGHTERED

The Mindless Life

Some time ago I came across a saying or was told by a friend of mine during a conversation 'slaughtered by silence'. At the time I was experiencing great silence and peace of mind and just accepted that.

During a Qi Gong session a week or two ago, say the end of May 2020 in a morning so still and quiet that it was deafening and I became aware of the 'film or slide show' of even 'no mind' had disappeared, vanished, just slid out of existence and I was left with a quizzical almost amused awareness of just pure being.  

I felt an impending 'almost certain calamity' and I felt being swallowed up by a 'huge sink hole' a sort of sliding into oblivion and indeed the silence had slaughtered the slide show and the internal dialogue which many of us take as 'me', 'I' the slide show like a filmy oily membrane across seemingly my eyes but no, across the screen of my mind and falsely projected holographic-ally as it were as my reality and only appeared as if I were seeing this.  

This deception is an overlay and is a habitual response or reaction to a signal or trigger which comes from the past inculcation's, the conditioning and brain washing that is caught and bound in the net of life's experiences and mainly coping and strategic mechanisms which are a cop out's or shielding one from tragedy , pain, hurt, guilt, remorse and loss.   

So another chunk of junk had been processed in a unique way, the process of no process in which the intuition intuits the 'data' and it is a short cut because logic and understanding and the intellectual analyses are side lined and pure understanding in consciousness is apparent and silence of deep peace resonates and shatters the hard core and yet surprisingly subtle conditioning and so freeing up the seemingly hidden awareness and clarity offered by it.   

The awareness has always been there, it is the witness to both ego and self. However the innocent and unsuspecting mind, the pristine consciousness gets seduced and waylaid and these 'shocks' in many guises speak to the awareness so to speak and then when the falsity of delusion is recognised mainly through the veil of deception which is wearing thin by its constant repetition wears the substance away almost a sort abrasive rubbing action and so the 'molecular' bonding weakens, the charm and delusion begins to lose its energy and the addiction and seduction begins to taper off and as the 'gaps' appear in the net of behavioural habitual rituals fade, more of the 'no mind awareness peeps through' and the congestion is less packed and the freedom this offers takes one to a new experience of oneself. 

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Alan Watts

Luther.com