SHACK 4009 FAREWELL

Courtesy The Art of Farewell

 Hello and welcome. I bid you all fare the well. I leave with a few quotes and thoughts

TODAY

There was a time when man took no more then he needed---------That time has gone

There was a time when he gave something back---------that time has gone

There was a time when he worshipped the Creator and honoured Creation------that time too has gone

And now the waters are polluted and the natural resources are all but gone and creation is dying------It is time to find our way back to Earth and the Great Spirit

Will we heed we heed these words or ignore them?

(Many may object to 'he'  'man' such is woke, cancel culture censorship and media dishonesty ----that time is now)

THE WAY BACK

Great Spirit whose voice I hear in the wind, Whose breath gives life to the world hear me.

I come to you as one of your many Children,

I am small and weak, I need your strength and wisdom. May I walk in beauty. Make me strong not to be superior to my brother, but not to fight my brother, but to fight my greatest enemy -----Myself

FOR THE HUMAN RACE

Oh Great Spirit who made all races. Look kindly upon the whole human family and take away the arrogance and hatred which separates us from our brothers.

TO YOU

May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly on your home and the Great Spirit bless all who enter there.

May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows and may the rainbow always touch your shoulder.

BE WELL

KEEP WELL

GEOFF ----SHACK

(THESE QUOTES ARE FROM THE FIRST NATIONS)

I MAYBE BACK

My choices 

1,2,3,4,5,6---21,144 and of course the rest ?

SHACK 4008 I CAN'T FIX ANYTHING.COM

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 I CAN'T FIX ANYTHING

SO THERE

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SHACK 4007 SO TIRED

Mentally Exhausted

 He trudged up the path to the cottage, his back pack and roll carrier seemed so heavy and his weary body dragged him to the last yard of the entrance. He opened the door and just collapsed on the chair, he was too tired to go to the bedroom, his army boots were tight, his feet burning and clammy, he struggled to get the laces undone, finally with an effort he kicked them off half undone, he was hungry and thirsty he was tired he could not sleep, then he drifted off into a deep slumber. 

When he awoke it was early dawn and he felt aches and pains, stiff in the joints, headaches and dehydrated, he boiled some water and slowly sipped it and sat on a rustic old weather beaten chair and as he sat looking at the hills and valleys on these ancient moors, he felt the silence of the wild and he cried and cried.

Gradually he came too as it were and it was for the first time in fifteen long years he relaxed a bit and felt a modicum of peace. He still had on his military gear and slowly and surely took them off and he lay naked on the grass and cried and cried again. Slowly he got up and went to the kitchen and made some food and ate it slowly.

He kept thanking this invisible God, he was not religious but was conscious throughout his military career of a 'sometimes' saving force he could not understand. This he thanked over and over again many times and especially in this quiet serene quiet natural surrounding's.

A few months before he ended with the military he like so many of the troops began to get weary of the noise, the grime, the killing, the screams of the injured, the people running hither and thither, anywhere to avoid the horror of bombs, bullets. massive tanks, drone and endless helicopter gun ships, fast planes buzzing, the beatings, the torture, devastated at leaving or seeing their love ones raped, tortured, brutally butchered even children and those children hiding in bombed out building's who had seen their family shot or massacred. He had done his best to help and he felt futile which was depressing and yet he had to be alert and fight.

He was tired of the uselessness of war, the politics, the religions, those getting fat and rich in the arms supply business, safe in their luxurious homes. He was angry at this futile battle and those elsewhere, he was emotionally, physically and mentally exhausted as were those around him, they barked orders at him and he at his troop, he begged for a few days rest for him and the boys, they did not listen they pushed them on and somehow they got some sort of angry defiance which was channelled against the enemy they were told 'the quicker you kill the bastards, the quicker you get home'.

He needed this quiet and to be alone with himself, it was the quiet that helped him relax and it took time for the body and mind to gradually let go, he found the sheep, goats, horses, pigs and the cows with the birds in the woods, the rabbits, squirrels, the beautiful trees, the butterflies even the gravel in some parts and the paths which he avoided if there were people to be the best company

He had a very good pension as an officer and he led his troop and was first in and said ' I would not expect you to do what I wouldn't do' and he was well respected.

He couldn't hunt and shoot for food, he did fish occasionally and swam in the river, he gradually began to work out with Tai chi and some other type Kungfu which he had learnt in some monasteries and roaming monks and shamans, he did not drink alcohol or smoke and when others went to town occasionally or the few rest days he practiced meditation and some of his troop did this with him, he realised that everyone has their way of coping and he was a soldier not a therapist, so those who drank alcohol, went to brothel or just played cards, daydreamed or masturbated that he just observed and let it go by, although he was listening ear if needed.

He was offered a good job on demob, he knew where he wanted to be. He bought food from the farmers who were simple and kind, he thought they were the wisest and not simple as some of the villagers felt, he avoided the village, he used to ride a horse that one of the farmers hired out and he had a sort of dog that came around. He didn't feel lonely or alone and sitting there on the patio looking at the stars were enough, he didn't feel the need for female company although he was 'all man so to speak'. somehow he lost interest in sexual 'stuff' and did have the odd masturbation. He found that quiet his Qi Gong, Tai chi and meditation sort of 'drained off' the sexual energy and at times as more so as he dwelt so simple with food, no TV and just a simply mobile phone with a large aerial for emergency as it were he felt androgynous and he had some books on kundalini and so on.

What happened to this man? No one actually knows.

In a way I relate somewhat to this narrative. I grew weary and exhausted with the horror of forensics, being around police and the 'macho' supressed emotions, the tight lip, the zipped up emotions, the workshop presentations and more anguish and as a therapist more and more hurt and shame. So in the end I looked for quiet, in those working days I was an observer and not a participator. I saw the brothels, the homeless, the cut up bodies, the mentally ill, the broken relationships, the 'dirty politicians and senior police officers who were on the take'.   

I yearned not only for a quiet home in the country but for mental peace, the noisy thoughts not out there but in my head so to speak, the noisy thoughts are just as intrusive as loud noise and peace can arrive during noise outside as it were as in meditation.

So I am realising that is how the program, the brain washing which says; you get old and ill, yours joints ache, you get this that and the other, then the incessant food gurus, the medical and their stuff, well meaning GP's who put their will on you and of course my writings and research, giving up workshops after 670 of them patients over 3,000 and teaching Judo, Tai Chi and Qi Gong with healing and meditation classes and in 2000 it all ended with a cancer scare and then searching for a quiet place not only in mind but in home.

The best I could do with little money was to be where I am now, it is quiet, warm, small and lovely long shared garden with trees, bushes, squirrels, birds, foxes and other beings of nature.

What will become of me I don't know actually.

SHACK

  

    

SHACK 4006 MILLENNIUM --- MEGAANUM---AEON---GIGAANUM

 

Vt Hist Talk

Many years back I was called to a case about stolen goods and assaults in a famous London theatre. The case solved and the evidence presented to the CPS and the perpetrators found guilty, I was invited back to take a sample of  some interest to a museum and it was as follows; on several wooden posts at the back of the stage were a large area where the painters and stage hands and sets were created and assembled and disassembled, over the years the painters wiped their brushes on certain posts and layers were built up and eventually formed a  'nodule or a sort layered protuberance a sort of elongated knob' and with careful removal it formed a beautiful different coloured strata like the geological strata in rock formations. The museum kept one or two and the teaching laboratory for police not Forensic candidates about preservation of the scene, packaging, blood groups, elementary DNA and similar related matters were given two.

This morning of the 10th October 2023 this came back to mind as I pondered the latest war and atrocities between Israel and Palestine. The feelings and thoughts and pictures came to me in this fashion; The planet Earth pristine and not yet cooled but in the gases and rays were the signals and information (this is at present not accepted by main stream academia or maybe elsewhere) these frequencies are the carriers of information which direct and construct stages of evolution, then as the solidification came Auric shields formed and they coalesced the core and then the first prime constituents to form the vegetation and creatures of the Planet Earth.

The Earth Itself is imbued with Cosmic Divine Intelligence as is every atom and particle and this is consciousness. Consciousness is the Creators force and through evolution The Time that we know as humans is not the time from the timeless Source of Creation and what we know of evolution is the gigaanum and to the Divine already just inspired thoughts of expansion and the never ending expanding creation 'gradually unfolding to us humans 'as eras, epoch's, and classified geological and strata data and so on. (see the five extinctions )

From former blog on www.geofffreed.com This is a rough guide but sufficient to illustrate article. 

Let us fast forward to early language communication; many of the tribes had their own words, gestures, rituals and ideas about 'spirit' and even then there were skirmishes and wars to prove their way was and is right and the only true one. The we reach the modern cults, religions, philosophies, politics, lifestyles and they are stored in the Collective Unconscious held in stored magnetic fields and the Akashic records and are similar to the quantum realm of every possibility and probability and over the Aeons, the megaanum and especially the millennium have formed layers like rock strata and the paint scenario.

These are inculcations (repetitive words and ideas incessant and sacrosanct inviolable rites, rights and law as to become beliefs and reality) punishment and punitive threats were founded by the founders as to keep these closely bound and utterly brain washed followers, free or coerced).  Slogans, uniforms and the 'Book of Laws' often said to been given by the Person Of and chosen by the Mysterious Creator of the Universe.  

Can you imagine how these auric shields contain the memories and actions over the ages and the free will and the consciousness of humans used these brain washed programmes and so concretised and closely bound like the greatest adhesive glue that humans became thoughtless but to their chosen inculcation, they thought they had free will and yet had not realised they were free as long as they kept to the official narrative of their birth and incarnation, such an advanced situation is with humans now with an attempt to make the whole populace of one narrative and a so called New World Order, a world brain washed to the agenda of the Deep State and Globalists issues.

Many are now awakening to the fact that this is the situation and some intuit so deeply they get a dramatic awakening that shakes their very foundations and realise there are these divisions and life styles based merely of inculcated brain washed hand me downs and cloned minds. This raises the question 'I have no Identity because I have seen that we are all someone else's ideas passed down over the Aeons of time and appear to be ultimate truths and our seniors, parents and so on had not realised, it was not their fault in a way because they were duped, although perhaps lovingly or by threat and had not the opportunity in a world that thought this was the way to go, even if it meant war and suffering.

Can you use your imagination; so impregnated, so programmed, so tightly monitored and bound, what a colossal, huge, momentous challenge or shock or some misadventure or a natural awakening after being through so many incarnations that finally now and in the past one hundred years or so wise persons saw through the brain washing and wrote about it and now with the internet there was free speech until the Covid Pandemic 2000,2021 yes 2000 it was hatched then see www.geofffreed.com and many others, and there is censoring, deplatforming, fake news, woke, cancel culture, technocracy, cyborgism, eugenics, transhumanism and the Deep State trying to alter not only human minds but genetics and appearance.

When the awakening happens it is a shock and some run from it as to have no identity as such seems desperate and dark see back articles for details and one can find oneself alone BUT not lonely for once one has thoroughly tasted the seemingly barren state of no identity one finds oneself in an energetic consciousness of ease and joy, of course at first the old agendas pop up and this tends to cause doubt because the free state is the way less way. However once imbedded in this way less way, this is really not a good wording for there is no way or a suitable description of this experience.

An explosion in the Collective Unconscious to break the conditioning of separation would take the most monumental shattering in the human psyche. Those who have touched the freedom and those who are in the freedom know what it is like. Some who are fortunate to have a spontaneous deep and thorough awakening and those who have tasted it and are pursuing it and yet one cannot  be pursuing it in a way find it hard and yet they know this is salvation, the Deep State are aware of the awakening mind and the leap in consciousness and this is the challenge between Deep State Despotism and their cloning mind programme which they will be the ultimate authority and Masters of The New World  Order with a tight fist and fury versus the no identity free beings grounded in Universal Consciousness each of these individuals are not individual but are guided by the seamless Consciousness of the Universe.

We are the conscious expression of the Universe being conscious of Itself. All I want I get from Self. I am Self aware because I am aware of my awareness being aware and this is consciousness presence.

SHACK

 

SHACK 4005 WHAT

 

Making a Meme

THE ART OF NOT DOING

 

IT’S DONE FOR YOU

 

SHACK

SHACK 4004 THE LONG ROAD

Multi Briefs

I sit on the bus and it is bumpy and slow, sometimes a noisy engine and sometimes a quiet sort of smooth electric thingy. Sometimes to meet somebody and sometimes shopping or just for the ride.

There are so many people, so many cars, so many, so many, I feel the thick energy of the hustle and bustle which people are deeply concerned and engrossed in, its their thing and important to them and I am OK with that and yet a smidgeon in me wonders what is this mish mash about is it me missing out on activity or am I jealous or does it appeal to the notion that everything is impermanent, transient, dream like and there is a quietness that is in me and feels the anxiety, frenzy and anger of this stifled and closely impacted traffic and noise and the startled anxious drawn looks of the passers by and the fraught looks of the drivers of vehicles caught in the traffic jam or the exasperation and especially if they have to be somewhere specifically on time and those persons wanting to cross the road with parcels , kids and or infirmities. It seems like organised chaos. And all this hustle and bustle, needles on demise.

I sit perhaps somewhat superiorly in a somewhat mindful and semi meditative contemplation and this puts me in a sort of feel, empathetic mood as if I were an antenna for their collective mood and feeling their feelings and realising they are my feelings as well and they as if we are not separated and use the word they as a judgemental act, they are like that I am merely picking up their vibes, what an arrogant judgemental prick I am. I am as they are because not only do I feel it, but I must recognise it so because that is in my ego psyche and had been unconscious until I felt it rise in them /me and I am as they are and further more they are my teachers and brought out the unconscious judgement, I am like them too I am as they are and brought this up for recognition and realisation.  

So the long road the journeys that may reveal something significant, deeply insightful or even liberation and the end of the road, the rainbow end the pot of Gold, the nirvana, deep uninterrupted peace. In the image above the word START. Start another bus ride, a mind fantasy and there is 'out there' somewhere the key, the answer, 'start' really I should not move from start because start is the NOW. Moving from start is either the past, a trip down memory lane or the hope the future may bring, when I get to the end of the journey, I arrive and then realise, there is no end even in death of the body if the mind has not finished with its cachinnations and machinations which is unfinished business and will have to be settled possibly in another incarnation.

So I recognise the karma of the bus and other journeys and while they irk my bus reverie they remind of the 'stuff' I have buried somewhere in my psyche and yet not so because they are the unconscious automated brain washed programmes playing out without awareness and presence, they are unconscious because they automatically react and cause the emotions and feelings with raison d'etres to back them up. This I can feel is my norm and it is no using denying that mere meditation can magnify them by not revealing them as such but being there as the backdrop quiet mind which then feels the jagged vibes and gives rise to recognition and so causing them to be exposed, it is the contrast between the quiet mind and the discords and jagged frequencies which ruffle the quiet still ocean and cause the waves of distortion to become apparent and what might have been the level and state of the psyche then can be by awareness of the contrast allow some alleviation of the irksome situation.  

 So do what is felt to do; the long journey is OK the urge to expose more and even there is procrastination, I feel at times the pull between going out there, especially now my joints ache so and with age (by the way who programmed the message I find rising occasionally 'its natural to feel stiff and aches in old age, have senior moments and become senile, feeble and dull' this is a world wide brain washed set of ideas so deeply buried and inculcated over the thousands of years that it is a 'set reality' the word inculcate describes it so well      'instil (an idea, attitude, or habit) by persistent instruction.

"I tried to inculcate in my pupils an attitude of enquiry"

Similar:

instil

implant

fix

ingrain

infuse

impress

imprint

introduce

engender

produce

generate

induce

inspire

promote

foster

hammer into

drum into

drive into

drill into

din into

imbue

brainwash

indoctrinate

teach

• teach (someone) an attitude, idea, or habit by persistent instruction.

  "they will try to inculcate you with a respect for culture"

 So exposure to the bus rides, the train going out or staying in and so on and the feeling of being stifled by them, harmed by them can mean they are in me and need to be recognised faced and go through them and not judge them or put them down and bury them. I remember on a recent bus ride and a particular set of thoughts 'Lord there are so many of them, like ants going hither and thither and cars belching out fumes or just such huge numbers, so many people and the atmosphere thick with panic, anxiety and frenzy, now with the fear of the media and saying another pandemic is coming, huge energy bill, food prices rising, relationship stuff, war and huge advanced weapons, space flight and aliens, money and mortgages and the Netflix cop out and horror of the graphics and going to bed with impression and leading to a mind filled with fantasy and glitz and glamour of materialisms and celebrity aspirations'. Yes I see this in me and then my quiet mind seems to be challenged by the above and this again one meets on the long road and yet is this just another brain washed programme? How long is long?

SHACK

Irish Traveller

I have never subscribe to Netflix but I am with BBC Player and ITV X which have stored huge amounts of videos of every kind.  I use Netflix as an example and one of many such facilities and have seen my friends, family and neighbours just mesmerised and transfixed and their radios, mobiles and TV are on whenever they are in.  One member of my family has one in each living room and bedroom with house WIFI. That is there choice and life style, maybe I am 'old school' however it is not for me. 

SHACK

 

SHACK 4003 THE SELF

 

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                                       I am all that I want from the Self

 

                                       The Self is self sufficient to Itself

 

                                        The Self is I Am

 

                                        The Self is aware of Itself

 

                                          I AM SELF AWARE

 

                                           The Self is I

 

                  The Self has no physical form yet form is created out of It.

 

SHACK

SHACK 4002 ASPIRE

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Whatever floats your boat, whatever turns you on, whatever rocks your rocking chair is it a permanent things or obsession, is it your all and all, your lifeline and you cannot do without it? 

Is it an addiction, can you take it or leave it, are there other things in Life?

Is dream more real than so called everyday experiences. Do all your dreams and ambitions come about and what is the difference than witnessing a dream and witnessing everyday life?  

Who is this witness when you remember a dream, when you mull over the day's events, when you pause and remind yourself I am watching the TV.

What if you did not have any ambition or aspire to anything and you were alert and bright, content and energetic? Do you think this possible or even wish it were so?

Well you might have very little thought be extremely intelligent and intuitive, very little education yet above average intelligence in other ways and seem to be spontaneous in a fitting manner yet seem plain and boring and your pursuit's maybe very little and yet life is so fulfilling and that maybe you have very little to be anxious about.

Can you live with just the basics that is changes of clothes for the seasons, a warm and comfortable dry small home and some nutritious natural food and not feel deprived and content with your own company and live with like minded but strong people or content as a loner but not lonely or a hermit?

What is it in life that makes you happy-----loads of money until they turn it into digital currency or some persons who wish to dictate your affairs and be a globalist and live in a colour system award for your education or abilities and slogans like 'you will be happy with nothing' or share everything with your community and the leaders are exempt. There might never be a Utopia as a mass population or country.

Yet being content in the mind is Utopia as long as that mind is free and not imprisoned. The prison is the conforming to fear and oppression and the bars are the beliefs that have been inculcated in you.

Am I free, only I can know.

SHACK 

  

SHACK 4001 CAN'T LOVE

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The monumental experiences that lead up to the title 'can't love, I have written in back SHACKS were NDE, Sensei Breaking Wood, Koan, Empty Atom, Nowhere to Hang My Hat, Identity Inculcation and Ice Cube-----Consciousness.

In the NDE I was too young to appreciate the experience although it did have a profound effect unbeknown to my understanding at the time and age, it was more a subtle imprint on a very young mind, as I feel now my innate consciousness recognised it and sort of 'stored it' for later understanding as it were.

The Koan caused a shift, a rearrangement of some sort in perception in my psyche or whatever and I came to the understanding after a while of assimilating  the experience and not having an explanation in logical terms for it, that this left me with a distinct 'message' that all previous beliefs and views were not appropriate or did not fit the picture as it were. I realised everything around me and my own body, the Universe were impermanent, transient and dream like. This led me to really think, contemplate and meditate this transiency, temporariness and such like. It puzzled me why all this Universe and things and its only 'here today and gone tomorrow' I felt 'what's the use' and while working in Forensics what's this horrendous and petty crime if its all impermanency so why run after things and acquisition, this caused me some consternation, I stopped meditation and pondered this paradox, I came to a sort of conclusion; because everything was impermanent we try to cover the loss or feeling of death and emptiness with acquiring material things, money and power to ease the feeling of impermanence.

The distraction of hoarding and addiction was an attempt to alleviate this anxiety of not being immortal and other similar anxieties. I suppose many of my colleagues did not subscribe to this and a few feeble attempts to broach them with this just fell on deaf ears or strange looks at me and lost many a budding friend who thought I was potty (slang for crazy, daft).

Then an opportunity came my way which involved atoms; I had an experience of my finger disappearing whilst placing it in a scanning electron microscope and it was like blobs, I felt molecules,  I had already had the breaking wood and 'Going between the Bits' former articles and this reinforced it and this led me to the empty atom and then the idea or concept fitted in with impermanence and emptiness and then brought up the paradox well how do you get something from nothing.

Whilst at this time I had several girlfriends and they found I could not put the passion and love into the relationships especially with my Gilly my partner and wife (married at Findhorn so not a legal as it were marriage) they felt as did my buddies and mates, I was different somewhere else and Gill felt I was in an ivory castle and remote, she could not reach me and felt a part of me was hidden, so we parted and many of mates as well. I suppose a psychologist or counsellor would have found some psychological aberration and yet a certain amount of this served in order to do workshops and counselling and become a psychotherapist as well as doing Forensics.

Then came the delving into the observer effect in an experiments with the two slit one and then delving into who am I and realising that many of us are a cloned mind (many, many back articles on this)and we are as such brain washed and in fact delving into this our basic nature or ground state which is just pure consciousness and a mind stripped almost to the bare bones of beliefs and thoughts arising from the inculcated brainwashed mind in a box as it were named ego and this dropped me into the non identity of 'Nowhere to hang my Hat' and again reinforcing this impermanent nature of all things and the ego was the stalwart champion of permanency. 

I realised that if I 'put my eggs into one basket' so to speak if I 'fell in love' I relied to a certainty extent that my well being and happiness came from that 'basket' and the attachment to that was my reason amongst  other minor aspect for living and could become a 'love Addiction' and when that 'basket' that form was lost or broken, often pain and suffering ensued and the grief could lead to serious mental and darkness of mind and body illness.

So I then went into 'the Ice Cube' endeavouring  to keep an ice cube from melting in my hand, to try and become immortal so to speak and realised that again all things were transient and nothing lived for ever.

I realised that love in a human way was in a way just an emotional massage and could be just to satisfy the ego and tradition and so I lost as it were the ability to 'love' as a human and then I found compassion. As cold as it may seem and many thought I was copping out of a meaningful loving relationship, I witnessed many a relationship breakup in countries, politics, personal, marriage and many addictions to drugs, alcohol and so on and when the object of one's love through attachment wore off and the inevitable parting and breakup occurred then pain and suffering came with often withdrawal  symptoms which I witnessed in clinics, workshops and forensics. 

Although there were lapses in meditation as above, there still were spontaneous glimpse's of 'no mind, empty mind' and they were not sought-after as far as I felt I felt they were genuine spontaneous outbursts of pure unadulterated joy and just some gift of grace. Then I became aware of the loss of identity and the crises this can bring and I realised I was awakened to some sort of separate reality to the mundane brain washed mind and that there is no such thing as reality due this being formed from the ego stored brain washed hand me downs of thousands years of brain washed deeply impacted and ingrained conditioning and programming, so I decided not to run away from this identityless empty mind and not fear madness, insanity, senility and so on and began to let the fear be and explore through no opinionated judgement on what came up through passing the cloud of fear and trepidation. Then there came when I sort of 'passed though a barrier as if I had a tight 'brain and head' into a deeper if one can use this word or any words to describe adequately the feeling going into the same 'arena or space' of those spontaneous glimpses of that joy and calm, the balm of No Mind. I realised this was being identityless and this was a sort of ground state of just Being, this was consciousness and this who I am.

I was the conscious expression of consciousness, I was consciousness experiencing Itself, I was a witness to consciousness and I was self aware of myself as consciousness, I was the conscious expression of the Universe being conscious of itself. 

As the Universe as it seems to me is Consciousness and Its consciousness is in and through everything then it does not 'love or have compassion'  for an individual and is not subject to impermanence perhaps Its Creation is, but not Consciousness Itself, then it is unattached or non addictive compassion for each and everyone of Its Creation and I felt this compassion for those imprisoned by their brain washed limed local mind stuff  and subject to the dictates and petty human ego which holds back the flow of life blocked by human stultifying agendas.

So where am I right now-----I've no idea.

SHACK