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Sunday, 1 July 2018

SHACK 272 MUCK

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I'm Stuck in the middle of it

None of its me really.

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‘Slaughtered by silence’ is a phrase sometimes found in esoteric writings. I felt immediately when I first encountered the phrase an understanding; it did not really come to a deeper understanding till some time later.

The ego is in my view is a bunch of programmes and software in the brain which directs the manufacture of neuropeptides to form chemicals to feed the cells and so on. It is formed by repetition and so causes grooves and ingrained burned in programmes and conditioning which grooms an entity which assumes the reality model of living. These programmes are harvested from political, cultural, religious, scientific, media fashion and are modified to suit the individual tailoring.

The ego demands complete and utter loyalty and is a master at adaptation and manoeuvrability. Generally it likes noise, glamour, centre of attention and can be vicious to the extreme if severely challenged and in some cases destroy itself rather than capitulate. If outside noise is not tolerated because the ego feels it invades its space it will do what is necessary to deal with it, however, even in quiet abodes the internal thoughts, the internal dialogue, the mind chatter and subtle shadow back of the mind fluttering and ominous uncomfortable forebodings like silent storm clouds may reside there.

It is when true silence, the cessation of thought and feelings as above cease not through suppression or distraction, a dampening through alcohol, substance abuse, TV, online browsing, sex, book research and novel reading and so on and on.

It is when there is a true silence as in meditation and a bright clear space appears, empty of thought and a great inner peace is experienced that the ego has been perhaps temporarily abandoned, then when the ego returns for its daily tasks to keep the body in essentials and live in the world, and that sometimes it feels abandoned, lonely and realises its transient and temporary existence and in extreme fear ‘slaughtered by silence’.

When the ego is seen by itself to be temporary, transient and expedient and it has tasted of the silence and becomes to realise that it has an important role in the Life of its present form it then allows the silence, the silent awareness of the Self to appear from behind the ego shielding and knows it is healthy for the form and has a role to play in the preserving indeed of its temporary existence, indeed it realises its order in the natural world and its role play to enhance it, furthermore if the form dissolves the ego dissolves with it, not accounting for the belief in reincarnation and unfinished business. The ego will therefore try to preserve the form as long as possible.

The silence and the cacophony of the noisy ego can actually compliment one another----this is not a compromise which may be one of the stages towards complementariness.

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SHACK 270 ME?

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THERE NEVER WAS A ME

AN ILLUSION

CREATED BY ERRONEOUS THOUGHT

WHO WAS THERE BEFORE NEVER

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SHACK 269 SHAME AND GUILT

Will Bratt Counselling

My ego standards are high morality, very pious and a strong belief in God, money is a corruptible influence this I feel came from my fathers addictive gambling which broke the family apart and that wealthy people are dogmatic, greedy and arrogant.

Then secretly I admitted at times I was battling to keep the above at bay. Not me I’m not greedy, I’m not a glutton and the more I tried to be pure and clean the more the battle to suppress these urges and to continually acknowledge I was envious and jealous, it was like an alcoholic who denies they are an addictive alcoholic, and refuses to believe and acknowledge that they are in denial.

It is a relief when I own up to it, yet the battle to suppress does not lighten and my ego is a double spy agent working for both sides and deepening the confrontation.

Pious, holy and wise, sage like pontificating everywhere there is an audience and a chance, preaching the high moral ground and then I slip from this high plateau and get into reveries of the jealous aspects; all powerful, dominant, undefeated, super rich, a wonderfully loved person, I know how to rule the world, how to eat and live, I know everything I can be the world’s saviour.

Then comes the remorse and shame the ego has let its doors open, the drawbridge of the fortress has let things in and out.

In this light the ego realises it has let its secret ambitions shown and the reality is that it wants continual approval and believes the pious wonderful guru side is but a trap and bait to get approval and love and the ranting rollicking ego maniac of lust and greed and depravity must be suppressed.

This is the battle of good and evil as expressed in spiritual terms but this a battle of ego agendas which are amoral, not religious just twisted distortions and justifications of certain principles garnered from life experiences, traumas and indoctrinations.

When does the solution arrive; not by force or suppression nor therapy yet this does assist. Meditation brings to the surface the conflict by watching and observing the ego mind at work, its constant manipulative manoeuvres like a wily old fox. By suppression it merely adds importance and fuels renewed effort and energy and gives certain programmes and agendas the kudos, it empowers them and giving way to them merely makes one a rampant egoistic trouble maker and big time at that.

The elite, the power mongers, the Illuminati, the Bilderbergs or whatever nomenclature, are some prime examples of this power struggle for supremacy and they may lay aside the battle and surrender wholesale for the utter power model and steam straight ahead fully convinced they have the best and correct modus operandi.

Then there are the priests, gurus and the leaders of cults who choose the high moral ground and feel they can reform the world and some who also get caught up in the battle between the devil and God. Sometimes the pressure is so great they slip and are seduced and get caught in the trap and go off of the rails and indulge for instance some celibate priests, club and cult leaders with children and so on and commit paedophilia and sexual depravity and then their conscience pricks them and they feel shame and guilt to follow with repentance, confession and some say 'well we are only human', then they resolve to never do it again and the battle of will power and strength to push down the beast begins anew.

The pressure in the dungeons in the fortress becomes great; fantasies follow by prayer then doubt ‘I don’t believe in God otherwise why should I suffer like this’, ‘God put me in this his situation for a reason’ ‘this is a school to learn lessons’ ‘ what if I fail or go mad or become senile speaking gibberish and a wild unkempt being seeking here and there frantically to find a way out this dilemma’ ‘I’m between a rock and hard place vainly looking for a saviour---Jesus , Buddha any guru or prophet, a diet that does not inflame me’ ‘I want to die, who am I, is there a God, I only half believe, for God’s sake is there anyone out there who will save me’.

Then I realise all these are scenarios, they are bombarding thoughts and although they wreak havoc and cause a frenzy of frothing waves, turbulence, a red hot desert storm of stinging wind blown sands scarring and searing my flesh, a hurricane of fire wishing to consume me, relentlessly being pursued by an unknown yet fearsome entity, it seems hopeless.

Yet there is hope, a small tiny infinitesimal whisper, just a hint, seems to indicate in a deep recess in me’ this is not real', it seems so, but at most it is temporary. This does not quench the fire or deep shivering fear cold, yet it is a tiny easement, a glimmer to hopefully cling too, and sometimes doubting this as well.

Still the pious mode haunts me and I feel if I am not living up to my standards God will punish me, this God that created the Earth and allows war and horror to persist and then I reason well it is human ego and that the battle described was caused by it and in the moments of respite I feel this is so.

So what part does God partake in this; in my view neither.

It is the middle way neither pious nor rampant, the yin and yang and duality in which the world is built on. Perhaps even the middle way is another trap and trying to be in the middle is a fence sitter and so a third battle arises, I must be aware I must be a force, hard awareness, constantly on the look out for traps and snares and a chance of becoming cynical and paranoid. Not this, not that but what? What if there in no what? Tiredness and frustration come in, herded into a corral, no way out or in, imprisoned, ‘I must be neutral, in the muddle, the fulcrum, the axis'. Oh God what a mess, remorse, shame, guilt, I can’t live up to my self imposed standards. I must clear this up before I die I don’t want to reincarnate and start over again, I don’t want to take over unfinished business, oh God save me---what has God got to with it?

So what the hell can I do? Truly breathe, watch, look----oh no----and yet suddenly everything goes quiet, there is a cessation which happens spontaneously it is something from somewhere else and what is it? Strangely there is no serious questioning just an idle curiosity, mild thoughts seemingly from afar prompt ‘where did it come from and to where is it going’ and then it is what it is.

Somehow the battle looked at and fully engaged and something other than manipulated reminded awareness (I must remind myself to be constantly present and aware and not lose myself in some reverie or go unconscious---unconscious in this text means loss of witness awareness) which is required by many disciplines which if regularly participated can alter angles on the same subject and help distance and make space from the battle and begin to realise the illusion for what it is.

Something far beyond, behind, up or down, something all pervading is calling one out of the mire. It is not tangible and gives a furtive flirting glance, a seductive shimmy and there is a nebulous hope. All questions cease, it is not a ceasefire a compromise between the duality of the ego, a respite, and a breather, only to start again.

It feels natural and beyond human understanding and one realises it has been there all the while whilst the battle was raging.

So what is that, that is there all the while and is eternal and seamless----only you can feel it?

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SHACK 268 KARMA --REALLY

Old Town Yoga

Karma is used so often to justify or explain so many incidents. The law of cause and effect is used to often explain it, mind you in a duel world there maybe a smidgeon of truth here.

Having strong principles and should one transgress them, then punishment is needed, lesson learnt and so on and if one doesn't have principles and beliefs or doesn't particularly pay attention or care about them does one become immoral , wild and unruly?

Perhaps one has been told if your don’t have a moral code or spiritual principle or such like then is likely to be no rules, laws and regulations and there maybe carnage and merely the survival of the fittest. How does karma fit in here?

Has anyone ever tried this? Most of us are conditioned into a religion, a culture, a political edict or a humanitarian code of ethics, so perhaps we are all caught in the net of conditioning and brain washed. For sure there is a law of cause and effect and many believe in reincarnation say that karma is a debt card and has to be paid off in this life and from many others. It is also said by some that being good, loving, kind and respectful expiates karma.

Is there a natural morality? Yes sometimes in meditation when the mind is at rest a great joy, happiness and inner peace is felt, one feels harmless, caring and compassionate so perhaps this transcends all Karma, laws, regulations and dogmas.

Is this not worth exploring and pursuing?

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SHACK 267 SEASONS

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Birds migrate they fly away for the warmer climes and breeding, the geese return announcing themselves with flight formation and honking. The leaves fall and grow, snakes shed their skins and get larger and longer, crabs shed their carapaces and grow a new home and shelter, babies mature to adults, all around there is birth and dying, huge stars explode and reform and Life carries on in some form or other.

Yet most minds hardly really ever change, perhaps a few adaptations, many bodies rigid with age as if their mind sets set them in difficult grooves cemented in by fear and familiarity.

Yet what is it that makes all these changes as in the seasons and so on, the phenomena of the Universe and the micro life of bacteria, atoms and all that?

All this change happens despite our best efforts to thwart it, change it and hold it back.

Don’t you think we should try to be one with that master hand that silently works and supports everything?

What stops us doing that----it seems our ideas of control by cultural, political, religious and most standards of conditioning and programming, groomed to human values which may not be in accord with Universal ones-----is it worth it?

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