SHACK 924 LUMINESCENCE

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The light; the light of love, awareness, consciousness can pierce the veil.

The veil is the net of human conditioning and it is not subject to the laws of science, religion, or academic logic.

It is of differing frequencies and is beyond the veil and beyond the veil is the realm of the light, it is a finer faster rate of vibration and so can be said to in another dimension.

The veil is the border between the ego and the intuition.

Sensing the light feels like a halo above the crown chakra and in stillness sometimes there is a feeling and sensation of being gently immersed in a cocoon or an egg of light and it feels as though it is all pervading.

One has to relax and feel. It is not a solid thing, it is what it is, it is the light.

It feels like the source of life energy. I feel and perceive it at times in my minds eye and it is a connection to the realm beyond the veil.

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SHACK 923 LAMPSHADE

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The old saying 'see the light not the lampshade' this means to me see past the brain washing, habits and conditioning and see the love shining through, then one one can communicate light to light, soul to soul and this enhances one's own light.

One can say that the lampshade accumulates dust and dirt which is the accumulation of life's traumas and the original birth inculcation. This of course filters the light and could also be the veil. 

On awakening to the fact that the light of life is being soaked up by the shade and in a way we do not know what we do in the light of clarity of action and thought, we act from the agendas and brain washing.

On cleaning the lampshade we remove the stains and of course more light shines through. Only a few stains can be there, just enough to live on in our daily life.

Here the light of life, the soul light shines though and we live our life without accruing much karma and then we do know what we do as action comes from soul source.

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SHACK 926 BIRD SONG

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I heard this bird singing and although it was through headphones and on an autofonix holosync CD named 'grace' I felt the notes touching as if they were physical and resonating in my brain at the frontal lobes and the soft part of my head and at the temples.

It was like it plucked the strings in my interior brain and as it sung it played a melody as the strings vibrated in my brain / head, it was like an echo of piano or guitar sound box, the space where the vibrations are caught and amplified.

It felt joy, the joy to be alive, I felt love vibrating, and love yearning to express itself, the universal beauty of God expressing Itself in form and I the witness and applauding it.

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SHACK 925 CREATIVITY

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The expression of consciousness is total everything

Consciousness expresses Itself in complete creative everything

Consciousness is the fount and the source

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SHACK 922 YOU AND I

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Who do I refer to as me and I. I go to my personal self reference. I refer everything to my storehouse of knowledge and life experiences.

This can be a logical intellectual 'who am I' and this is the brain washed inculcated me, the cerebral brain me often referred to as 'living only in your head', which a local mind corralled by the inculcation.

Then there is 'No mind, Emptiness' and is impersonal and non local which is the realisation that one is not just thoughts, emotions and reactions. Here there is just awareness which is aware of itself and is a conscious observer and an unbiased witness and in a way does not have a reference as such, at all.

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SHACK 921 LESSONS

 

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Looking out of the window at my garden I veered towards my lovely trees right in front of the bedroom window and about half a soccer pitch distance.

Many experiences with these beautiful beings had taught me lessons about the source of life.

It had been a trying year and this was December 12th 2020 and the world had become ravaged by a pandemic which was labelled Covid-19, for me as well as others I do not believe or feel that it is as severe as the WHO and other government's have us believe, be that as it may, it has ruined every part of life that one was accustomed too and suicides, depression, alcohol, TV and computer entertainment is rife. The world authorities are talking about a 'great new reset 'and mass vaccinations are in progress and many fear  them because they have new technologies in them such as mRNA and nano particles which have never been tried on humans and so we are the guinea pigs. I have written at length about this in my POST Blog www.geofffreed.com. 

The trees looking bare and had shed their leaves and approaching cold frosts and possibly snow and one tree was covered in ivy and the tree is a 'female' tree and the other the male and they are about fifteen feet apart and in summer their foliage shields my flat and the other houses in the road behind my block from intrusive viewing of our privacy.

As I stood looking without thought at their stark bare beauty it came to me silently that the leaves, bud and fruit had gone away and the miracle of them returning without maintenance or gardening had often passed by my mind on many occasions. Yet this occasion it was profoundly more significant; the trees did not a thing to get this life, this grow back, in its stillness and vulnerability it had innate trust, it was at the mercy of the elements, humans and other depredation.  It came to me the source was an unknown invisible creator, unknown to the physical senses and yet felt by the intuitive quiet self. It taught me to be still more often and quieten the anxious enquiring mind. It taught me in stillness and letting go there the source and I become blended and the personal 'I' seemed to cease.

The zen story always comes back as well; A monk has a profound realisation as 'minor or major satori' (Satori (悟り) is a Japanese Buddhist term for awakening, "comprehension; understanding". It is derived from the Japanese verb satoru. In the Zen Buddhist tradition, satori refers to the experience of kenshō, "seeing into one's true nature".) The monk went to the mountains and built a cabin to 'take in and reflect on the experience' and not be distracted from the monastic and everyday life and with his books, logs and basic food he stayed for a year or so. The winter came and the snow and frost were bitter and all the flowers and trees were bare and the world was utterly silent as the birds and animals went their way for the winter sojourn.

The spring came and the birds and foliage appeared as mysteriously as it had gone and the monk opens his door and says "All this and I did nothing and it came" The monk just got with his life as I do and mysteriously it all happens. I grow whether fit or not, sleep or not and all the functions of life and life around me. This mystery comes from an invisible source, I see its gifts in tangible apparent form and from science I know that it is not as tangible as it seems for there are molecules, then atoms as the building blocks and these atoms are 99.99% empty and they are arranged and come from an invisible intelligence field and named the quantum 'realm'.

This in itself would make a scientific monk state ' all this from the quantum zero field is organised and comes without my effort and I did nothing to make it happen'.

Perhaps when the scientists truly comprehends their 'seeing' of nothing and only traces of impacts from a 'Collider or Particle Accelerator' as one can see at the end of the article, if they pause and consider they and everything is made of atoms and even the minute particles no matter what they call them and no matter how minuscule or nano they are they will go so small that they will disappear in the stillness of the invisible source they arise out of. In fact  they are looking at their own composition of particles, atoms and molecules and although they seem solid and tangible they are only moving trees and derive their sustenance from the same source, they are really studying themselves and not realising it.

What is this source 'Be still and know I am the Source within you'

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SHACK 920 HYPOCRITE

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Certain events in life precipitate lessons some pleasant and others not so. I am aware I am judgemental, hypocritical and selfish and yet I am generous, warm and loving and wear my heart on my sleeve at times, sometimes genuinely and at times for gains for love, applause, attention and to secure friendship.  

I cannot justify this and say well this is mostly the human lot, all I can say is I am aware of it whilst many are not. It is not easy to recognise these traits in human nature which I have always endeavoured to overcome, yes, overcome by pretending to be pious and a meditater a sort of workshop leader, psychotherapist, counsellor, instructor in Judo, Aikido, Kendo, meditation, Tia chi, Qigong, a scientist in Quantum Metaphysics, professing celibacy and yet having indulged in many sexual experiences and frowning on those of loose morals and possible envy of those who do indulge to the maximum.

I realise I hide behind my degrees, my assumed intellectual supremacy and yet to my credit I feel there is this loving me that I really applaud and the joy in the odd times of stillness and bliss. I am so glad recently that a lovely lady that I sort of counsel is beset by confusion and a 'victim' of her emotions which drive her into all sorts fits and starts of relationships and insecurity and vulnerability and highlighted the desire for her and when recently she slept with a man at work I was jealous and I am seeing me in her, how I envied this man.

In all the workshops I did, one to ones, counselling and friendships with women I did not have an illicit affair, it was only illicit by my own standards, I felt it was not professional and yet I yearned to cuddle and make love to these beautiful women and my 'professional and spiritual ' standards held me back, I have now realised that my lack of self confidence and cowardly nature was the cause otherwise I would have done what so many of the professionals did.

How can I possibly condemn and judge others when I would do the same if I felt confident to make a move, the reality is I do feel confident in myself, I do not think I am good looking, manly, sexually attractive to women although they admire my stories and adventures and my intellectual and scientific prowess. So I judge politicians who have affairs, the elite for their power mongering, the fanaticism of terrorists and yet I am fanatic in anger in my POST BLOGS, I am so sure I am right. Am I? 

This revelation really proves to me the subtly of the ego and the hidden agendas and mischievous concoctions and programmes it hatches up and they are the false fake me and it incessantly are at the nagging, interrupting, chattering sometimes audible enough to awaken my witness to Self and proclaim 'this is not me' and this god who would punish me for my iniquity and yet this self same god is my 'brain washed and concocted' ideas and experiences of my traumatic childhood and work place immorality I felt was hurtful in particular when I travelled away from home in my electrical apprenticeship and the married electricians had sex with many women and I felt this was immoral and cruel to their wives and I now see that I was defending my mum who suffered so much at my fathers negligence and gambling. Yet how I wished I could bring myself to go dancing with them and shag girls like they did and what did I do I went to weight lifting and body building and so on. I see my dad in me gambling and not wanting to take responsibility of a family, the sexual starvation and love between Mum and Dad and each highlighting the weakness in themselves and me feeling these inadequacies. I see this in my sister in law and her virginity prior to marriage and the weakness of my brother in eventually choosing a wife who would wait on him in a compromise marriage after so many 'illicit' affairs and so on, this of course is my weaknesses as well. 

Oh boy. Yet something to my credit with my 1967 writings and the cycles and so on, now scientists are coming forward with what I have found out all those years back. I will write this up in my POST BLOGS and transfer it here.

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SHACK 919 ONCE UPON A TIME

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Once upon a time, in fact one upon many times I walked, drove and meandered down many paths and they led me to wondrous places and some with unexpected disastrous consequences. The expectancy of the view, the meeting of who knows what, the place that will solve all life's questions and answers, the perfect place to live.

And yet I have done the journey's and expeditions and as much joy at the time and partial fulfilment there was a nostalgia, a nebulous irking irritation, this is not it, its lovely, satisfying to a point, to a degree , but no.

What is it that irks me so; the wonders of technology, space travel, amazing beauty of women, the prowess of men, the elasticity of youth, the wonders of historical grandeur, the happiness of family and children, the grace of animals the endless pursuits of orbits and planets the endless forms in creation to be admired and bring gladness to the senses. All this I have experienced and to some extent there is and was a sadness, all this is impermanent, transient and holding onto them and seeing them fade and lose their charm and the endless lust to recapture or make them and myself 'stand still' in the endless stream of coming and going, trying in vain to hold and freeze this moment forever and become an immortal stone statue in flesh and hold these past moments as ever present fresh rejuvenated 'nows'.

This sadness was twofold; it was not completely satisfying because of something missing and the search for what it is and was that, that was missing. It came to me that as everything was fading and dying, dissolving and recycling as the seasons and planets the merry go round in the playground of the Cosmos and its possible plan, that I alone remained as the witness and experiencer and that my consciousness was permanent, I am Awareness, I merely look, enjoy and let go, 'as my mentor said so many times "only necessary to enjoy", if I identified with form whether memory or a more tangible phenomena, then I lost my awareness and became into 'one day I will rot and decay, I will fade like that which I identify with' when I am the witness enjoying what is and not identified with the experience but merely witnessing it, a sort detachment without trying, I feel content, whole, at peace and a feeling I am not subject to death and decay.

This then is the missing bit that brings fulfilment to the decaying form and the consciousness of it, the witness lets the form be and does not question the magic that brought it forth and merely enjoys the magicians performance knowing this is life's magic and so to enjoy it and let it go for the witness senses in its intuitive essence it is the witness to Itself and that is the essence of happiness.

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SHACK 918 NO REASON

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The ego, which is the programmed, brain washed, inherited mind has to be sure of being sure, even strangely enough with its unsureness or insecurity as long as it familiar and part of the inherited hand me downs.

This then leads to not trusting oneself unless that self is a part of the manufactured programme of the false ego programming taken to be gospel and and sound logic and reality, an unshakeable proof of unfaltering proven science based academia or cult and culturally backed up.  

The Self of Oneself is content to feel and intuit and does not rely on ego logic and proof entirely, only mostly on day to day living as travel, food and a basic survival. It is not run by reason alone and has its own 'reasoning' and is a feeling process rather than brain storming, algorithms and computable analysis and constant searching for upgrades and acquisitions with reconfigurations.

Reason can stifle the intuition and with it cause a dam and sluice gates to the free flow of the creative force

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Less is more. More programmes - Full head, more reason to justify head, less head - more space, more space more freedom. (SHACK)

SHACK 917 LIFE IS LIFE

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THERE IS NOTHING LEFT IN LIFE

EXCEPT LIFE ITSELF

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SHACK 916 PARCHED

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Sometimes the Quest which I name the path to find the Self is fraught with obstacles and analogies such a one is as the title suggests a dry and parched land.

It is like walking along a dry gulch where once the waters of Life had flowed. A steep ravine in which the bed or ground was harsh pointed rock like pebbles. There was no clear walkway so to speak and then opening up to a dry parched scrubland where no life seemed to be. I felt like a geophyte, the buds that lay beneath ground were analogous to my buried head and awaiting the waters of rain and dew to arouse my limp frail self buried head and the parched land to grow green again and flourish,

Then the desert and a journey to be undertaken with with trepidation by the searing heat of the Sun with no sign of water and everlasting sand and the barren waste of apparent lifeless relenting barrage of heat and sweaty fatigue.

I trudge on and only the pique spurred me on and the horizon does not seem to be any nearer. Yet I know and yet not how it is there somewhere.

I have felt this physically and shade with rest and water with some delicious food had restored my fleshly wants for the time being. Yet there was this nagging thirst and the dryness and discomfort in my mind, it was hot, restless it felt lonely and abandoned as if the physical body was somewhat satiated yet there was a missing something.

It was an inner and yet inner is not an adequate description or feeling, for it was not inner or outer or in any discernible location, it was a hunger for the truth of me. All definitions of me were just that; words, examples, parodies, fools gold. Something vital was missing.

Prayer would suffice for a while and it felt my brain burned, there was a zeal, an enthusiasm almost to fever pitch and awakening me from sleep, sitting in my chair at late night when all was still and quiet, just gazing into infinity with no real purpose that would abate and moderate this rampant and yet strangely controlled urge.

It would would always be the same quest; the meaning of life, how did life start, not scientifically, not religiously, who am I in this vast cornucopia, this paraphernalia, this kaleidoscope, this mural, this tapestry, this sprawling vastness of stars in space, planets and other Cosmic intrigues. My poor wretched brain teetered on the edge madness, of pushing to seek and answer, all the books, the searches all in vain. There are no descriptions or adjectives, holy scriptures or persons, in fact the more holy or spiritual the more it caused the angst.  

I had travelled to many places, left work for four years in unpaid sabbaticals interspersed in three year periods of work and somewhat miraculously taken back to employment at the same place. I met Gurus, lived in the wild, lived in a New Age Community, had relationships with beautiful women and made friends with great pals, I presented many workshops and counselled many, I had a great deal of money at one time and yet, and yet something was missing.

The more worldly my pursuits, the more the frustration and this deep nagging thirst would torment and tease me. Yet through this living parched desert, the claustrophobia of the gulches and ravines, the agoraphobia of the deserts, the paranoia of the mad world (especially now in 2020 with a strange so called Chimera Virus they name Covid-19)there were glimpses of a lush fertile land and yet the land the firm Terra Firma  was only a panacea, a rest, a respite. 

Then there was a running stream that caught me up at times and it was when I had exhausted all avenues and lay bare and naked, exposed and vulnerable and an involuntary surrender that did not work but a seemingly uninvited spontaneous synchronicity a coincidence or a just by chance occurrence, a gift, a grace would arrive. There would be the refreshing 'rain' of an inner if one could say that and it would be well nigh impossible for me to describe it adequately. This flow of something beyond description and so vital and familiar, it satisfied what I could name my soul, my vital non fleshly innards and in what I name meditation, the still mind at rest and allowing that which is beyond thought and anything worldly or physical to enter.

The gulches, ravines, deserts, frustrations and vicissitudes had subsided and the arid harsh wasteland, the grotesque and the stench of dumping grounds and used sardine tins, toilet waste, the garbage of putrid torture and the animosity, the war, the rapes and pillages seemed to vanish, melt, disappear and I realised I had met myself  and it was just that simple.

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SHACK 915 THE OFFICIAL STAMP

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THE OFFICIAL STAMP IS THE SOLE AUTHORITY

IT IS THE BRANDING OF A FREE SPIRIT

IT CONTAINS THE RULE BOOK

AND NONE DARE STRAY FROM ITS LEGALITY

IT LIMITS THE FREEDOM OF THE REAL SELF

ITS DICTATES 

ARE CULTURE, RELIGION AND POLITICS

WITH SOCIALLY ACCEPTED ETIQUETTE 

ITS CORRALLING HUMANITY

INTO THE SHEEP PEN

BY THE DOGS OF PARLIAMENT

AND 

RELIGION

THE STAMP OF AUTHORITY IS BURNED 

INTO ONE AT BIRTH 

NONE SHALL STRAY AND WOE BETIDE YOU

SHOULD THOU STRAY.

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SHACK 914 THE GHOST

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The frightening thing is when one finds out that one is a programme, a sort of non definable entity that is not fleshly but is driven by an urge that is different from other prompts and it may seem unreal the search for it is 'The Ghost in the Fleshly Machine'.

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So real it seems this haunting phantom which before one became aware of it was running the show and this fleeting glimpse exposed itself and yet this seemed incredible that the real I was a programme, a mere set of ingrained brain washed ideas and concepts pounded into the innocent receptacle of a young or tortured mind. 

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The brain seems split when one becomes aware of the chasm and a tussle can ensue and sometimes if it becomes an obsession a deeper fissure takes place and some sort of mental illness ensues. Sometimes multiple programmes end up as the ghosts fight or are triggered into play and  for centre stage.

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When one realises these programmes that were inculcated from birth and indeed in the uterus and the search for who am I without the algorithms of the inculcation (Inculcation is the instilling of knowledge or values in someone, usually by repetition. To inculcate is to instill or impress an idea on someone, so inculcation is the process of instilling or impressing ideas. A lot of teaching is a form of inculcation: teachers repeat information to students, hoping it will sink in.) It may have a disastrous or liberating effect. Disastrous in an overwhelming feeling of 'I am a robot', an inherited conditioned someone else's hand me downs that shockingly they may not even subscribe too and have died in the passage of time before they realised their beliefs and concepts.

The brackets explanation holds words that one is to contemplate 'sink in'. Sink into what? The image above seems to suggest 'constant bombarding of the neural network' and then destroying, sometimes obliterating the real person and ones reality is based on these algorithms and one becomes a fleshly imprisoned robot.

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(Up to date neuro research suggests that memory is held in magnetic fields{containment fields} and the brain is a switching centre with the switches being the neural network, and which when triggered set up a holgraphic display which is our perceived reality. Change the programme or algorithm ---change reality ---is this reality really?) (SHACK) Really contemplate 'sinks into what--is there a substance tangible, a solid receptacle and if not it is the realm of dreams, illusions, ideas no more substance the 99.99%of the empty atom--is this reality a lot of ideas which change from time to time and lose their fascination. SHACK   

SHACK 913 OH DEAR

  

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There is a distinct difference in being arrogant, bullish and brazen than self, self love. Self love is a quiet 'confidence' based on a feeling of some sort of trust in one's abilities plus a sort of almost trust in the divinity of Life and its source.

I've often blamed God for not loving me or to being ignored by fate and left to 'hang out and dry' however on closer inspection and introspection I have found it is not God's fault.

Through seemingly inexplicable vicissitudes through the passages of life and its various incarnations, the seemingly fete du compli on the treadmill to be born into a family that is dysfunctional and for some reason one of the offspring cannot cope or seems to have inherited a 'lack of confidence' 'self defacing' and a sad lack of 'self esteem' then obviously that person feels unworthy and is astounded when recognised or rewarded.

So not feeling worthy of saving, loving or some have said 'they are a waste of space' they might project this onto God and not realising that are loved, or feel the love of God or another person, they unknowingly block the flow of love feeling they are unworthy off it. They are indeed cutting off the supply because they are fulfilling their mission in life 'the programme of unworthiness and self contempt at being so', this is their life's ambition to fulfil that which this deep embedded program, brain washing and behavioural inheritance has inculcated in them.  

This state of affairs carries on until death and the gladness of being at the hand and dictates of the saboteur and hating and yet loving it in some garbled way. Hating the suffering, yet loving the feeling of accomplishing the program. This love hate anomaly persists and of course the dichotomy causes confusion, loss of energy, mental aberrations and sometimes spectacular outbursts of anger because the underlying cause is not natural to the human psyche.

Is there a way out of this dilemma?; perhaps some counselling and psychotherapy may help, but I have found meditation, mindfulness, feedback through recording one's thoughts on a digital recorder and listening to the tone of one's voice, keeping a diary / journal and listening and looking in meditation in a non judgemental way to that which spontaneously arises in the witnessing non biased way to the presentations presented. The programme is a 'self perpetuating hierarchy' which fuels itself by its own sustainable energy drawn from the psyche and is a sort of independent entity and can be seen as the 'not me' in meditation.

One may have to experiment and be determined and not suppress the feelings of inadequacy and put downs by others and oneself and 'catch the triggers' to set off or be sabotaged by them, for indeed the saboteur is the 'deep embedded brain washed programme' instilled in the womb and at birth and from there on.

The uterus-al experience is received by the developing brain and senses as 'feelings' and verbosity is not recognised or understood. Later on the feelings are understood by demonstration of parents and peers and then words are associated with the feeling and of course repetitive which is inculcation and becomes etched, deeply ingrained and one takes this as the norm and reality.  

Sometimes a tragic event, a so called life shattering calamity can 'shake loose'  the shackles or deepen the woe. However the clarity in the mind once the tethers and ties are glimpsed at and eventually removed is worth the effort despite the seemingly odds at accomplishing the freedom so desired and sought after.

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SHACK 912 WALK ON BY

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The impermanence of everything, the fleeting nuance of a bygone moment, a feeling, an inkling only to be lost in the nebulous cloudy misty,  filmy, diaphanous, translucent 'substance' a mystical plasma, the feel-able consciousness frustratingly intangible but very tangible to itself and beyond explanation of definition.  

Here the secret Universe arises in the mists of endless swirling spirals in the quantum anomaly arising like a breaching whale seemingly from the endless ocean depths to delight the onlooker and then slowly sink to beneath the waves and ocean. The Moon that arises, the Sun and and clouds all appearing and disappearing seemingly on some mystic journey only to conjure up the imagination as to where they may go and return and what they experience on their journey's.

 The conjuring trick, the hey presto, here now, bewildering and beguiling and no matter how much I endeavour to grasp this wonder, to captivate this in form and words, it slips to a memory and then this feeling subsides into the locker of bygone days and with age a sigh of bidding farewell and moving on to other delicacies. 

All of this coming and going reminds one of the true lesson of peace and happiness; to enjoy, accept and let go, for the very grasping can lead to concreting the experience and setting in stone only at some time this will erode, a monument in history, or a grave stone in some forgotten weed ridden entangled in undergrowth in a neglected shabby graveyard by a drab unkempt church with a sense of a lingering ghosts and foggy memories.

So let go and dance with the moving ever shifting sand dunes of time and realise that time is held by memory and they too fade into eternity and dissolve into the timeless stream and river of the Cosmic Drama in which one participates for a short while in this mortal coil and that too is fading as each day passes.

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SHACK 911 I KNOW

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Somewhere in the shadowy distant past all held in the loving mind and stored in magnetic spiralling energy fields, there is this glorious feeling that conjures up the vision of a distant 'me' lying on my back in the vastness of a scrub-land, interspersed with tufts of grass and sand and not far away a lush grass which lay in patches. As I gazed in rapture at the arch of the milky way and I felt I came from its centre not as a physical entity that my spirit was honed, burnished and brought to its purity by vast but gentle 'forces, energies' which furnished the seeds of creation and the Universe, no more can I say because it is too immense, overpowering and colossal.  

This feels to me like a physical heaven and somehow I came from there and will return there, not so much as a physical being but as an energy form, a spiritual essence.

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I feel I had an incarnation in Mongolia and Mongolia appeals to me and I often have feelings around the throat singing, the Yurts and Gers.

Anyway this feeling is always accompanied by a deep sigh and peace. It changes my whole mood and is often associated with UFO's which come from the black hole at the Milky way Centre and somehow play such an influence on our Galactic  evolution and our human consciousness.

The vastness of the heavens brings home to me the infinite eternal nothingness, not a feeling of being dwarfed and engulfed by this immensity but by a feeling of 'yes this is my destiny, to roam free amongst the stars, to navigate the Milky Way and other starry wonders, to one day go not in a cumbersome rocket or spaceship, not even in a UFO  although this at first and then into the infinite as a energy being free from fetters, chains, tethers or fleshly binds, this is my glorious dream and one I feel I came from and somehow landed up in this form I inhabit now.

So the plains and African and Australian deserts, the prairies, the vast open land spaces and vistas remind me of the wide never ending travels in Space I once as a spirit enjoyed.

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SHACK 910 QUICKEN

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Lovely older forms of expression like 'He Quickeneth the Spirit'. It has such an intrinsic feel for me. It seems to enliven and awaken and ancient, nay, beyond time, beyond mortality feel. It feels to me like the very essence and substance of my being, beyond times immemorial, even beyond the atom and its waves and particles, it rests in the arms and bowels and  the very womb of creation. 

To me 'HE' as above is symbolic, it could 'She' quickeneth or many other names; The Father, The Mother, HESHE, SHEHE, The Eternal One, Life, The Most High, The Beloved for me not a name of a being, this is far beyond the flesh.

For me I feel quickened when I am still, quiet and in empty mind and another quote 'He that waits upon the Lord' this means to me to be in silent meditation, just a quiet interested aware and alert observer, not requesting or expecting, not in any emotional state, just being, ticking over quietly and at peace with myself and waiting patiently and just feeling the quiet relaxing 'beingness of existence', just Life at the bedrock of Life at its potential without form or sound, the purring joy of just being here now in a moment of no moment, a flow without end or beginning.

Quite expectantly I feel a joy, an enlivening, not physical, but just a sharp alertness, a brightness, a clarity and a shining awareness without a thought to mar the pristine beauty of the light of wonder and creation. I can hardly contain the sheer upliftment and a sort of exuberance which is not buoyant or hilarious, vulgar or sentimental, it as if the heavens have opened and the locker of golden grace and blessings have emptied in a shower on me. The me being not the flesh body but a consciousness which is and has recognised its essence. 

I know not how to adequately express this feeling and actually what it means for any attempt to define, categorise, put a logical explanation to it would indeed destroy the feeling, box it, compartmentalise it, bring it to the academic boiler house and scientific analyses, like picking the bones clean after a sumptuous repast, nay leave the sleeping dog to be and dream its own dream.    

So what is the spirit and why should I like to call it Holy?; Well as I wait as above in a silent mode of consciousness it is true my body feels tingling and as I wait with non expectancy and sometimes in the slow movements of Qi Gong, washing up, a bus ride, doing absolutely anything and just not thinking, suddenly or a creeping unfolding movement of 'mind' this something arrives, not invited or thought about, it is a spontaneous intuitive event and is a wonderful surprise and gift and it seems to me a gift of grace and love. It is so overpoweringly wonderful that it feels divine and yes, Holy.

Now then what is this 'energy'; its electrical, well in the body it can be measured by various instruments, for instance a blood pressure monitor, EEG, SQUID, electroencephalographs and so on, but these are merely physical indications which alter in meditation, however the experience is not measurable and there are academic postulations that this experience is merely a psychosomatic response and reaction to deep relaxation. However with the same instruments of science mentioned above it has been shown how the energy of a healer and thought experiments can be seen across the globe and recorded. This to me shows that this experience is felt in the body as effect of the experience, however there is the separate energy that travels non locally with awareness as in astral travelling, NDE and other such like phenomena which to me prove that this energy as described above is indeed independent of the fleshly cocoon and chooses to temporarily sojourn in the cocoon for various reasons and at the beckoning of Life itself. 

Of course the encapsulated Life force in the cocoon may become so attached to the phenomenon of the cocoon that its forgets its origin in a way that is has been seduced by the cocoon and the realm and habitat of the cocoon and so on the demise of the mortal coil there is a tendency to miss its former habitat and so search for another fleshly habitat and so reincarnate. The magnetic pull as it were of Earthly indulgences lures the 'spirit' back to its former home.

 However there may arrive in one such inhabitant the notion that every visible phenomena in Earth and on it has a life expectancy and yes even the heavens, it is all impermanent and transient, this then can get the quest motivated as to 'who am I' and  am I just a temporary being always having to go round after round and then perhaps the notion pops up; perhaps when the lure, the glamour and seduction wears off there maybe another option. At first the thought of not returning to the known and familiar causes one some consternation and one may baulk at such a thing and seek a distraction or become distressed and depressed, however the brave explorer, the pioneer, the warrior of the hungry quest to find an everlasting 'me' not in the body but in the mind and not in a hell or heaven but in some other non corporeal form which eventually rots and decays and today in science looking at cyborgs human and machine joined, as immortality and programming the perfect life by algorithms and computers.

Is there a possibility that the awareness experienced as above can live on and be free and not need a corporeal form or any other form? I have a feeling that with continual 'enquiry' as in meditation one can realise and not be duped by science saying its not possible and so on, but trusting one's experience and the 'feel of the real' so to speak, mind you one can dupe oneself by allowing the ego which is the brainwashed self full of programmes, agendas brought about by years of inculcation and is very experienced at getting its own way by trickery, deceit, bribery and all else and keeping the awareness sharp and clear as above eventually breaking free not by force but by experience and gently going deeper into quietness which eventually frees oneself without suffering and force to be a 'free spirit' which does not need a form to live in. It lives as Life and is free of expression and attachment and yet is the essence of all and everything.

So what is the nature of the spirit?; As to that this is what you and I are without form, we are one Omniscient, Omnipotent, Omnipresent , there is only One of us, there is no duality and when you experience the 'holy spirit' above it is a common experience to all in the cocoon and it feels you as a separate being, yet on the release truly of the anchors, chains and magnetic pulls of the form of Earthly sojourn, one has not a double and is just the one and one and the all and all.

    SHACK

SHACK 909 CLEARING TO MAKE SPACE

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Unlearn is untangling oneself from the net of conditioning and the history therein. Unlearning assists in springing the trap of believing without questioning. 

The past conditioning was one's safety net, now one is cutting the the strands of the net and then there can be free fall and the fear of not having a safety net which although being trapped it never the less embraced one in a cold comfort sort of way and getting used to living with it. Now there is a freedom and the fear may leave a residue, this residue is hard and fast habits and getting used to the relative freedom is a relief from being imprisoned by the net of the past and as one gradually trusts the emptiness of freedom the fear of losing safety habits is overcome.

One then begins to trust the invisible supply chain and the realisation that the net of fear was the block and stumbling faltering trust that held up and stifled the supply of the infinite.

Zen story I often repeat; ' A monk on having satori went away from the monastery and to the mountains to have solitude and grow into his satori without distraction. He took some books and sourced his food from nature. His little wooden hut was small but sufficient. When the winter came the birds migrated, the leaves fell, the trees were bare and the snow fell hard and fast. He was warm and had a simple log fire. The spring came, the flowers came to bloom, the trees had leaves and the birds returned.

The monk looked out at all of this and said "all this and I did not do a thing to make it happen". 

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SHACK 908 LIVING MATERIALS

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In the UFO craft the materials are not like Earth human fashioned fabrics and metals. Even the Roswell crash UFO had fibre optics and had light emanating from their fractured ends even with no apparent source to light them. 

This is more evolved or advanced it is as if the materials were alive, organic as were the craft itself. This to me suggests that the light beings and the craft were one in organic alive forms, they were identical in substance, that is light, just that the light arrangement, atoms and particles took on different forms to human eyes and perception, the craft and UFOnaughts were and the same, imbued with the Life force, soul and spirit.

The appearance to the human perception would appear as being and a craft, however they were the one and the same. The Roswell material which some kept after the crash and hid away could not be severed and what ever shape bent too came back to the original shape, it was alive and intelligent yet without being seemingly damaged or felt pain.

So as they were alive and joined by a common factor and to me this was consciousness, even beyond the need for telepathy, it was if they were natural extensions of themselves. 

In fact one might say they were one and just a consciousness travelling through space. Does it indeed travel. Perhaps its consciousness projecting its mind intention or dream and is just that. Since we are all in the consciousness of the one life that pervades what is known as space and in fact there is no such thing as space it is all mind, consciousness and awareness. 

I have written in my POST Blogs in www.geofffreed.com about an incident that took place at Woodbridge RAF and American Airbase in Suffolk UK, and when the airman or soldier touched the hieroglyphics on the craft it felt tingly, buzz'y, a sort of aliveness  and he heard words and sentences inside his head so to speak. It seemed to communicate telepathically, it maybe as the material was alive and intelligent the hieroglyphics were able to broadcast by the activation of the touch of soldier that released emanations, vibrations and frequencies, which of course most humans do to touch.

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SHACK 907 PEARLS

                                                   William Meader
 

Behind every form is the light of Creation coming in waves of light behind every form that seems so solid and behind the forms are the shining atoms, the beautiful pearls which are said to be empty and  are full of energy which is the divine thought that moulds them, shapes them and coalesces them into the form of its desire.

Behind everything is the light, the light of creation and love which is in another dimension which is beyond the understanding of Hunan intelligence and understanding. It is beyond Alpha, Delta, Theta and Gamma frequencies and its frequency is finer and faster it is even faster than the speed of light which is comprehensible to the human mind. This is the light of Life manifesting itself in its various forms that surf the waves of light and is the salvation of humankind. Amen.

SHACK