Thursday, 1 November 2018

SHACK 426 NEVER KNOW

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YOU WILL NEVER KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE

FOR YOU ARE FORMLESS AND INVISIBLE 

THE FORM YOU ARE NOW IS LIKE TV

YOU ARE AN INVISIBLE SIGNAL WHICH HAS NO FORM 

IT IS ETERNAL

THE FORM YOU ARE NOW IS MORTAL 

THE REAL YOU IS IMMORTAL

NOT OF FLESH AND BONE

SO BE SATISFIED WITH THAT AND LIVE

AND RESIDE WITH THE UNKNOWN

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SHACK 425 NO NEED


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When one realises that this endless supply and this endless inspiration comes from a suspended mind chatter and internal dialogue, then the need to constantly think as a habit and only when necessary for daily chores, one can dispense naturally with mind banter and live in the peace of the natural supply and when the flow of inspiration and creativity is quiet, then there is just that Quiet and inner peace and it efficient and sufficient.  

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SHACK 424 OH MY

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WHERE'S IS ALL THIS COMING FROM?

FROM YOU OF COURSE

BUT DO I KNOW THIS PERSON?

I DO NOT KNOW IF IT IS A HE OR SHE OR WHAT

THAT'S RIGHT THE REAL YOU HAS NO NAME
PHYSICAL BODY OR PLACE TO LIVE IN

SO WHAT IS IT THEN?

THERE IS NO LABEL OR DEFINITION 

IS IT THE SOURCE, THE FOUNTAIN 
OF LIFE

DO NOT CONFUSE IT WITH AN INDIVIDUAL 

OR PERSONALITY OR A HUMAN FORM
OR ANY FORM

IT IS THE FORMLESS INVISIBLE NOTHING
OF EVERYTHING

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SHACK 423 STRANGER IN MY HEAD

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On a particular morning as I awoke and was living between semi sleep and wakefulness I felt the internal dialogue not so much as chatter but as a ‘full screen movie’ in my head so to speak, but I knew instinctively it was in or on the ‘screen of mind’, which appears to be physically located in the ‘head brain’.  Furthermore I realised it was a 3D holographic projection caused by the reference beams (laser technology in the brain) fired off by the electrical activity by the synapses, neurons and so forth.

In fact this is not a new concept, the late Karl Pribram theorised this, I felt the process in me, so the brain acts as a decoder like the TV and projects it into space seemingly outside the brain.  Actually it is a holographic projection and appears 3D that is why one can never see the 4D entirety.

Space is all pervading so it isn't inside or outside, it only appears so and as it is stated atoms being 99.99% empty and space but that space is not a dark unmoving sterile nothing, it is indeed a bright dynamic moving energy and is alive, aware with waves and pulses.

It is here the decoder takes these waves and frequencies and what would look like a jumbled assortment of waves and frequencies, taking these odd looking jumbled mass, perhaps something that may look like static on a monitor, these various troughs and peaks of the waves which form standing waves to interference patterns decodes them into a recognisable ‘photo picture with vivid colour, emotions and scenery or whatever is required'. This whole holographic scenario is so life like that it appears as reality and to many it is, however in essence it is beliefs and experiences stored in memory emotional fields which like a remote control can access these and believed to be one’s life and solid reality.

There is an entity who is the witness to this also created by the show.  This drama , this broadcast has a self created witness and is the ego.  The ego is the producer, the author and the director and the audience and draws its scripts from life accumulated experiences and can digitally rearrange and reconfigure them.  The ego has a library and almost unlimited ‘box sets’ of experiences in which it can copy and paste, juxtapose and compute in seemingly wondrous ways. The documentaries, fantasies and scenarios of this projection, this orchestrated construction appears so real, solid and believable as to be reality, and in a way it is to the ego which its way of perpetuating itself.

One flicks through the endless channels, books, videos and can become a couch potato an addict to the internet TV and constant 'texting', emailing and cell/mobile phone chatter and so becomes lost in others and outwardly things which can depreciate the loss of self.  One becomes a chameleon of information and feeds on endless ‘out there, somebody else stuff and information’.

Thinking in some cases is limited, life can be in the fast lane, or just run on ruts and railways lines, one becomes a victim to ones beliefs and becomes boxed and limited and yet maybe feels safe and secure until something comes to challenge the set up.

One is not oneself but lives in a world of fantasy whether it be dark and foreboding or light romantic hero or weak and ineffective, one lives on information from the archives of movies, celebrities all borrowed experiences which are substitutes for the creativity and aliveness of fresh self life and experiences. Some live in a fog of a world dominated by the media and this world media is the super ego and dictates fashion, religion and culture and we can become the grateful punters gradually being robbed of choice or at most self selected choice and then become the slaves and bow to the masters media manipulators.

In this dense fog, this heady manipulation that is designed to capture our minds and put them in a net of their choice which becomes gradually our choice and slowly and slyly eroding our freedom, and by then one is so conditioned that we obey and do not realise the stealth and cunning which has stolen the right of the individual to become a puppet of the state and it is too late to become aware of the mass hypnotism and the mass mind dogma that even education and religion fall prey too this slippery predator.

The stranger in the head has taken over.  However all is not lost. Life and its creator created a safety net and first aid programme. The intuitive response can ‘click’ in when a challenge to the set murky dense foetid pattern is initiated, sometimes a real challenge that can be life threatening. It can afford an awakening and investigation to that is beyond programming and brain washing and may produce a glimmer of light which casts light on the lasers of media and the cacophony of dazzling glamour or dark lurid sensuous sexual innuendo and appeal.  This light of soft iridescence accompanied by the soft call and glow, the gentle waters to slack the thirst of burning blood lust and passion inflamed by the manipulative media and hype.  

Then one can rest in the peace of the quiet content mind satisfied with it in quenching the fire of ‘the stranger in the head’.

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SHACK 422 THE EDGE OF DISTRCATION

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When one reaches the edge of distraction, and what is distraction, it is running away from what is and what is, what is?

The truth may dawn upon one slowly and sometimes a real blast, like Thor’s Hammer; that life is about politics, family, religion, science, culture, paying the mortgage, bringing up kids, fighting for one’s country, being a celebrity, being a down and out, and so many other scenarios.  This can be satisfying, boring or wondering if there is more to life other than the so called norm.

Sometimes to get out of a rut if that is the problem or just bored or whatever, one may have to take a risk, a challenge and step outside the box, the known. This can be seen as a shifting evolving process and there maybe an urge to return to relative safety in the norm.  Then one finds that the norm is a distraction it is surface and superficial, a plaster over a cut. The stagnant water of the norm lures one to safety and then offers delights and distractions. Then comes disillusionment with the norm and one teeters on the edge of distraction and jumps tentatively into the unknown.

At first there maybe withdrawal symptoms as the unknown of course was previously unknown, one can find oneself confused by the brightness, alertness of fresh energy and intuitive inspirations, there is a feeling of being exposed, naked and without direction, a seemingly pleasant chaos. There is a calm that is seeping through and there is very little guidance, yet one somehow feels instinctively all is well. One lives more and more by chance, coincidence which becomes abundantly clear it is synchronicity and by letting go of the norm the norm begins to fit in some ways into a ‘way less way’ without distraction and just lets Life be the Guide rather than explicit strict rules and disciplines.  It is letting go of the norm to be free of it and yet to use its facilities without the desire to hoard and acquire many things which can dazzle the ego and start is desires again.

The more I want and desire come into it the more the ego surrounds itself with its desires and so the pain of constant acquisition and its maintenance comes in and the defence and attack systems to defend the treasure of the desires and then one  is hooked into the norm again.  The edge of distraction has gone and one is in distraction------distraction from freedom and ingenuity.     

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SHACK 421 TRAPPED

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The ego which is a bunch of safe(presumed) set of beliefs, ideas and so on does not like to be trapped and cornered (only if it is to its advantage) sometimes it will fight even if its to its own demise and will always seek to establish its own authority.

Watch it squirm, prostitute itself, lie, cheat, use deceit and in an instant act with charm and many charitable acts and so on, anything to survive.  And to what end when the host body ceases to be-----why of course to reincarnate and perpetuate itself, that’s what the Universe does after all.

So how does it end? It doesn't, but there is hope there is one who watches behind it all and whilst the show goes on in endless rounds, the silent viewer, the one who enjoys the ride but isn't of it.

By the way Ego Productions Ltd., puts on great performances and there has to be a screen for the picture show to be projected on, the picture changes, the screen does not.  What happens when the screen is blank, there is peace and freedom.


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SHACK 444 FINDHORN

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Findhorn a new age community in North East Scotland to which I was drawn too in the early 70’s. I was looking for a perfect place in the outside world and the nearest to it was Findhorn, but again anything in form perishes and is not perfect, especially where humans are concerned.The perfect vision and dream is inside ‘the head’ as it were.  Then we ask inside what?  We may say the mind and what is the mind, it is a collection of experiences which are stored in the brain or I feel in magnetic fields around the body in space and certainly frail and can change at a drop of a hat. Then there is the still mind, an alert observer, observing these collections but not interfering with them, a background consciousness that does not seem to alter and is a silent witness. 

Then there is the still mind, the quiet mind which does not have a perceived solid body and is said to inhabit the body for a while, even though it is a free agent it monitors the body and its experiences and is a free being or energy.

I looked for the perfect Earthly form in humans and in a geographical place. I felt Findhorn and its occupants were such.  I was let down by the people and the surroundings, the fact is that my expectations were the result of this and my judgemental critique was the result of my image and Findhorn did not live up too it. It was not their fault but my mistaken perception of perfection, maybe as humans we are striving to reach and be like the ultimate but what rots and decays and is subject to rust and decay cannot be perfection, like the artist ever trying to find perfection the perfect masterpiece, this is the best I cannot possibly do better until the next inspiration.

I judged you Eileen and Peter Caddy and the residents from my own shallow and distorted way and many others at that time in the 70’s such as Gilly, Gwen and George and members of my family. 

Who am I as a mere mortal to stand apart and judge? I feel humbled and humiliated at my arrogance and realise that nothing in the Universe of form and mental fantasies, especially Earthly tangible form can ever satisfy the soul accept maybe perhaps the ego. The soul being the wanderer through the material highways and byways and seeing it does not get attached.  Being deeply attached and then detachment from the attached brings sorrow and pain.

For it is the clean bright polished mirror of mind a mind emptied of possessions and attachment that is filled with peace and felt as bliss, and this seems to neither is in or out of the mind or body.  This experience seems all pervading and a body not realising it was a cube before melting and losing its form and on freezing made unique and identifiable and seemingly solid, personal and perhaps labelled and named and its essence is found when melted and even then its soul which maybe likened to water also dissolves in heat to steam and so on, finer and finer until it is one with everything there is in its invisible oneness.

So I was looking for this peace, bliss and invisible oneness in a human community and physical place and what Findhorn taught me it is in me. So in a way Findhorn was the ‘perfect’ place.


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