SHACK 570 DEATH BEFORE DYING?

Mike Wehde. wordpress.com

What does it mean in so called spiritual terms that ‘one needs to die whilst still inhabiting a flesh body’?

To me it means dying to the identity that the programmes, brain washing and conditioning that has been to given one.  These agendas clumped and lumped together assumed a familiarity that maybe was unwholesome, intolerable at times or somewhat wonderful, these furnished a security until one awakens to the fact these were implanted without questioning and assumed because my parents, siblings, peers and elders say it is so and this has been so for countless  of years and on really serious observation and awareness and inquiry one begins to sense that these are one of many choices one could have been born into.

Then in flash something in the mind breaks loose as though a synaptic circuit, a neuronal template or brain software ‘printed circuit board so to speak’ gets a short circuit or rerouted, reconfigured, upgraded and evolved there are really no fitting words to describe this flash, this super AH HA, this seeming spontaneous intuitive inspired data, more than data it is a living deep serious yet joyful experience by oneself other than the lumped clumped ego false but so apparently real I. 

Then there seems clarity of mind with odd fantasies floating by without emotion or meaning like weeds torn up by the currents in a stream or debris after high winds, they have no relationship. Something perhaps awareness dislodged, unhinged, rerouted or began to tug at the bindings and anchors and it began to loosen the grip that holds these facets together. When the compartments begin to fly apart they reveal other boxes and so the disintegration and a freedom of mind begin to shine through.

It seems there is no central control for the binding together  that gave the compartments a seeming oneness and solidarity and assumed an identity with a seeming solid foundation, untying the knot and peeling the onion layers eventually causes this abandonment of a seeming core, the reference point in which establishes a belief system and monitors responses often disguised by computation as an answer from central command, as of control of the defence and attack to the system set up, constantly looking for breaches and weaknesses.  When this begins to loosen and fall apart there is no sense of a control centre, HQ failure and the responses and in the C&C Command and Control and then to action (actually as the actions are based on past programmes and agendas all ego actions are actually reactions) then when these are not forthcoming there is panic, dismay and fear, where is my Identity.  There could be a period of running to seek a new set of programmes and conditioning or distractions of all sorts and just a chance that the flash of intuitive understanding as distinct from intellectual, psychological or philosophical similarities are also bypassed then the mind has chance to remain empty.

This emptiness is not vagrancy, a dull boring vegetative slumbering soporific dotard dribbling lethargic mind, but a bright clear shining awareness and a stream of light and things can go by but are naturally and without effort cleared, like clouds that go their way and do not get stuck.

Of course nothing can replace experience and it seems that by constant observation without judgement, attention without intention, watching without bias, witnessing without intent, something, which I surmise is the intelligent awareness seizes the opportunity when the time is right to allow the breakthrough which is the awakening to one’s true nature before the brain washing took hold.

One doesn't die only the programmes do and the false identity with it. Can I live without an identity that I cling too as real and solid, my rock and salvation and I may have even made it into a God?

SHACK

 

SHACK 567 TREES

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Trees have always fascinated me and before I sold my car I used to drive to woods and enchanted places where exotic trees grew, I used to go by bus and walk to a park nearby, unfortunately my walking days are not so able as my leg injuries from sport and life have slowed me down and are painful, yet I can still do shorter walks and pauses which allow me to get into communication with the tree and plant beings.

Of course I did this at Findhorn and then when work took over and workshops I lost touch but not the feel.  As a child in my sojourn in High Wycombe Buckinghamshire during the war years, we had a large beautiful garden.  I used to sit in trees at the very top of the garden, right near the railway line to London and I think Oxford or somewhere, I looked at the birds, the mice, the rats, the squirrels and many other beings, insects, bees, wasps, hedgehogs, weasels, and on very rare occasions the gorgeous badgers I saw auras as I do now and on rare sightings could see the energy fields that spun around living plants and a faint outline of fairies at times. My parents laughed and thought I had an eye defect especially after my NDE and had a vivid imagination.  Joe the American Air force Pilot who taught us Ju Jutsu and meditation and we took him in as a lodger until his unit had accommodation built for the aircrews said that it was real and that he knew of such things.

I am so blessed with a garden at the back of the flats where I live; the garden is about as long a soccer pitch and about half as wide. It is mainly grass but on the far short half wide side we have trees, plants, bushes and so on.  Very few people use the garden and it is maintained by the Housing Association, but is mainly wild.

Opposite my flat two trees cover the view from bedroom, kitchen and living room they are my constant companions and I have been ‘talking to them for years’ because of a neighbour jealousy I do not do Qi Gong under trees and do it somewhere else or indoors. I hope to resume it soon under their beauty.

On renewing my reading for the third time on ‘The Secret Life of Plants’ by Peter Thompkins and  Christopher Bird and a side issue I met them and Cleve Baxster and Marcel Vogel  at Findhorn at various times and the book seems to connect me to Findhorn which I feel is a place that I could live at for the last years of my life, however I do not at this moment think it is possible, it certainly felt home to me in the 70’s but destiny had it otherwise.

These two tree friends in the garden felt on this particular day very open and receptive and we talked, this talking is like telepathy, one may laugh and say it is imagination, but  I urge the reader to get the book if it is still available.

That night I asked the trees if would be permissible for me to enter their energy field, I did not think they would because I have some very negative and horrible thoughts and did not want to put my garbage into their auras.

I went to lay down before sleep in bed and asked permission; what happened was magic, it would be hard to describe but I will attempt it not to impress but to somehow let people know and try loving plants and trees even if housebound.

I went out of thought and into a sort of quiet space and reached out mind wise to the tress and then I gasped I was looking and feeling that the branches and trunks were alight, brilliant white and gold, and that the end of the branches and leaves there were little twinkling dew drop like lights, there were currents of energy going up and down the trunks and branches like streams of living light, alive and powerful.

The whole garden then lit up like this and the grass had a haze of energy covering its entirety. I was wonder struck, completely dazzled and in awe and yet I was not an I or Geoff, I was realising this is how we all are in essence we are light beings. Of course I knew this intellectually and have experienced the grace and bliss and have felt alight but these were fragments and I yearned to be one with this and live as a light being, and this experience just solidified this, I knew I was a light being in essence I did not just know and understand I was living it.

Since then which was in July 2018 and now typing this August 2018 I have not been the same, something so profound has happened on a deep level or something has changed forever my scientific and intellectual with logic about frequencies and light from a logical intellectual AH HA into a living experience of the essence, vibrations, frequencies and being.

There are no words of explanation that touch this living experience and all I can say words are not necessary.  I wish, and how I so wish that this could be life in that life and trust in my death I will be allowed a place in that dimension and energy field, the field of Divine Cosmic Consciousness.

SHACK

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SHACK 566 VISITOR

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Talking on the phone to a friend a beautiful tiny moth came and settled on the wall next to my file draw. I cannot find a moth like the one I depict but these colours describe it somewhat and it was very tiny.

It breathed and was alive and what does that mean; all sorts of conjectures came to mind; its part of the holographic Universe, it’s a wave form decoded by the brain, it arrives from God, it is one of the many probabilities and possibilities popping out from the Quantum field, it is an illusion, it is part of Cosmic dreamers dream as you and I and everything is.

When the phone ended my beautiful visitor was still there and I fell silent, I felt graced and privileged that this being should come into my awareness and I felt a kinship with this lovely being, so frail, such beautiful colours, she could fly and I could not, she was fulfilling the Cosmic plan or was a sacred part of Mother Earth's  entourage and who am I what was I fulfilling, I know not, I felt so much compassion and I was smiling and sighing. This beauty was so enchanting like all of nature is when I am quiet. When the surmises as above and the questioning of our destinies evaporate there is this stillness and wonder and I know and feel that we are one, everything is one everywhere and in sync if I let it BE.

SHACK

SHACK 565 PHOTO

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I have never been a one to store or collect to many photos, I have very few of family, friends, partners and just a smattering of journeys, my football, cricket, wrestling, clown police and forensic and so on.

In some native communities they say it takes away a bit if yourself or soul, others are shy, some have a complex that when they look at it back they are disappointed how they look, I was never interested and just lately have began to perhaps and it is a large perhaps that either I am not interested or have a trauma about my past or want there to be in the present and in the moment. Am I kidding myself; I hear so many people, especially my neighbours saying ‘what’s the world coming too it was never like this in my day, the good old days, it may have been hard, but it was fair and people had more respect---and so on’ 

I don’t necessarily think that is wrong or right, since my past was not rosy to say the least maybe I want a better future. There is no doubt when I reflect on permanence that one can stagnate and life even it feels to stand still there is movement in the body with cells, blood, heartbeat, weather changes and mood. So the lesson with the seasons and that sort of thing does show repetition and a sort of stagnation, the same old winter, spring, summer, autumn yet variables within it, the Moon Phases, the Low and High 11 year cycles, the foetus to the senior adult, death and perhaps reincarnation which like the above follows the cyclic rotation and endless ‘wheel of Darma and Karma’.

In its wider sense photos are static, they can be brought alive in a sense by videos but they mark a standstill in time, even videos are running back time, they are never fresh and now, yes now in the sense of the observer, but a ’now of the past’. Maybe one may say I am bored with a non productive past which a photo album or collection epitomises, and say I am a grouchy old man with a non fulfilled past and sour in the now and sees no future from the past but dull repetitive performances.

Yet when in meditation and in clear mind there is this sense of ‘being here now’ with no thought in mind, not a vacant dumb struck imbecilic stunted and stuck mind, but a mind that is full of light, moving and yet still, shiny and in light, great compassion, fully alive and with energy. Some may say this is a retreat like a hermit in a cave, running away from pain and the real world, another kind of fix, a drug that feeds off of the endorphins that these relaxation techniques are and they are not spiritual but just getting high’s to get by and that I am weak and not able to face the world and commit to it and the past is a foundation and that all that bullshit about ‘who were you before you were taught to be you’ the clean slate is another running away from the disenchantment because of your unhappy past and your NDE rubbish with which you convinced yourself that you did not want to be born because you knew you would be unhappy, you probably picked this up from unhappy parents and so you are constantly on about the past and it has left its stamp and mark on you.  Who is to say they are not right, of course I differ.  

History has shown us that war be it early tribal wars, religious wars, wars of all kind and justified by some as 'pruning, planned culling' like animals that are thought to be getting too large in numbers, natures forest fires and so on are a way of getting the Earth's resource's to more people and ignoring the fact that so called modern agricultural, land and animal practices do just the opposite and profit is mainly the motive with greedy people wanting wood and commodities from natures forests and minerals and when it is sparse the wealthy and powerful can obtain it.

So if we do not learn from the past and history repeats itself then what we will see is the constant cycles of depletion will make an elite class of powerful militant overlords who will have the bounties and a very depleted worker class slaves and the one world government.  

SHACK  

   

   

SHACK 564 ACCEPTANCE

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Wondering why I drift off into fantasy and if it could be because I am lonely, disenchanted with life or some other thousands of things?

All of the above are masks in various disguises, they also make me want to search for the so called ultimate peace and quiet so in a way this disquiet is the reason for my quest and it is part of the spiritual journey.

In a way I am lonely not for the worldly goods, a lady companion, mates, hobbies, success in the material, possessions, endless wanderlust, nay, it is for the oneness with my essence, the essence of life.  Not the essence of previous incarnations but from whence all life came about. It is indeed acceptance of who I am before indoctrination, brain washing to be a somebody, conditioning to follow the herd, grooming to be successful and famous.

When I have peeked on rare occasions and the mind is without thought there is a glowing radiance, a grace and a soft yet mighty feel, a happiness and joy and I feel complete and whole then the loneliness and disquiet is eased and gone and I am in acceptance.

SHACK

SHACK 563 SHIMMERING

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AN ENERGY FIELD

SHIMMERING, HAZE, OPAQUE

TRANSLUCENT, TRANSPARENT

GOSSAMER, SHINY, SPECKLES

RADIANT, LIGHT, POWERFUL

WAVES THROUGH THE BODY

UNDULATING, HEALING, CLEARING

THROBBING PLEASURE, NO SOUND

AND YET THE MOST POWERFUL SOUND

THE ESSENCE SENDING IT FORTH

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SHACK 562 SUMMONING

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At times and seemingly spontaneous I feel in my bones so to speak and ancient call. It is not a voice as such but in an ancient distant past, although it is not the past but is ever present it has just been covered up by life’s experiences and conditioning.

This feeling reminds me of a time when I was connected to spirit, not as a medium or such like, when I walked and talked with the elders and communed with angels and spirit shone and went through me, I was a lantern in a dark place and my body was light in weight and light in shining energy.

Somehow I agreed and made a contract to enter this body which I wear. I do not know if it is to expiate past life karma and wipe the sheet clean of unfinished business or from my NDE it seems I was sent and agreed to reluctantly to take on this incarnation.

I know this call to spirit may mean my demise or my real purpose of living in the flesh as the spirit urges me to. It is a noisy world of aeroplanes, cars, buses, blaring TV, constant mobile / cell phone loud conversations, shouting kids and aggressive, wars and plastic food and water with foul air.

I sometimes question the validity of my now sojourn here and yet realise I have to remove the layers of conditioning to be one again with spirit and be in the world and not of it.

I have no real family or friends that I love, no partner I would wish to be with, sometimes the wisp of a fantasy of a partner the perfect Yin to balance my Yang and as Sensei said ‘it is not yin and yang but yinyang, the constant flow and this is the balance’. Being just in one state is static and is non productive the flow is the movement of life and lessens duality and polarisation.

To follow the call is to not analyse it and seek it but when it calls follow the feel and see where it leads.  The call of the spirit will reveal itself in many seemingly illogical ways, many maybe in symbols and signs and some very obvious and let the spirit move one not the agendas of logic and other dictates.  Be sensitive to the call and all will be well.

SHACK