SHACK 82 GREY DAYS

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Hoisted by their own petard

to be harmed by something that was intended by you to harm someone else 

                                  lain, overst sky delay

On overcast days especially nowadays with the healthy azure blue skies overlaid with criss cross streaks that spread out and pollute our God Given Right for a healthy environment and then the excuse it is climate change----pity they don't try it on the planets in our neighborhood the solar system where they seem to have it as well, not the streaks of course.

The azure blue I am led to believe is a healthy color, realizing that even without corrupted skies not every day would be clear skies. Be that as it may let us hope common sense will prevail and restoration will soon be upon us.

Another aspect of this is a grey day when one may feel down, low and a smidgen of depression, then the usual ' light and awareness of consciousness' which usually accompanies one when one has very sparse internal dialogue and mind chatter which when examined harbors a cheerful frame of mind.   

Should one wish to lighten the mood then there is a way, mind you many ways. A way that seems to work for me at times is to sit quietly and just watch in a lightly and relaxed way the thoughts about greyness that arise and let them pass, allow them free passage and as pressing as they maybe just set them free for freedom is cherished and appreciated by most.

It may become apparent that it is the reaction, perhaps anger and frustration that either one is reacting to the greyness of the psyche, or the environment or maybe there is a link betwixt them.

In either case examination as suggested may release the 'grasp' of the habit of reaction which is a habit from the the past---now is now and a new day.

On releasing the reaction which is usually a judgment an assessment of the situation one may find oneself in a quiet frame of mind which is bright and light, a kind of inner sunshine and all is well with the world and oneself----suffice it to say one is not ignorant of the climate or the world condition but one does not react to it with remonstrations.  This way the mind is free and can make decisions from the quietness of wisdom and not from the storehouse of past accumulated stored reactions which may have served them then but not now.

Be here now might be a motto.

SHACK

Even in summer there is an overlay as in the image above. Very few places are free of it.(SHACK)

                                            

SHACK 81 ONLY

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It was in a large well known Hall in London at the annual Judo championships in the days when there were no weight groups and before Olympian grappling called Judo, mind you I am behind the times they say, your old fashioned and perhaps their right.

Anyway I was a young lad, fit strong and keen.  There was a stage in the shape of a large square and raised so the spectators could see.

I sat behind five Japanese masters one of which was my Sensei. When I saw the man I was to contest I almost ran away.  He was 18 stone, red hair that hung down from his bald pate, his wrists were almost as thick as his massive forearms, and red hair matted his chest and large belly.  Fate had drawn me an awesome opponent.

The referee was a Japanese Sensei and a fourth Dan, and four judges sat one at each corner.

I said to Sensei ' how on Earth can I win this, he is not human'? Sensei said ' If you are afraid you have no energy' I interjected 'thats me' if you think hikiwake(a draw) it is a compromise, if you say ah well I will do my best it is half hearted, if you say I make a plan, it is in  the mind and remembering it you lose awareness' 'Oh so what can I do then' Sensei 'Cannot always, lose or draw or win, it is changeable so it is ONLY NECESSARY TO ENJOY'

This somehow helped me I somehow let go of a result, I went up when called and used a technique which is forbidden today---he came out pawing the tatami(mat) and raising arms high and coming towards me, me being lighter and faster I jumped at him and slid my hands both side of his neck (Judo jacket--Gi) and turned so that my back was on his belly and my hands were crossed and hung from him, choking him nay strangling him, immediately the Referee declared me the winner and untangled me from him when he fell to mat red faced and gasping for breath, this is indeed a death hold because you cannot release your own hands. 

Incidentally I won the contest in 18 seconds.  Maybe one should not be overconfident and underestimate one's challenge after all David beat Goliath.

This was when I was seventeen years of age just after that I had an accident on the soccer pitch and that put an end to my football career and started my electrician's apprenticeship leading to the early electronics of those days and University, forensics, research and degrees, workshops, healing psychotherapy, retirement and then freelance with large Institutions, Astronauts and bloging and Posts such as this------it is only necessary to enjoy----mostly letting go this happens.

SHACK

SHACK 80 WHAT'S THE MATTER?

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Nothing really matters in the long run and in the scheme of things.

What is the meaning of this?  Look into the Universe and some scientists tell you that some galaxies have dissolved and their light is still traveling to us and can be seen by telescopes and some still navigate by these apparent stars and galaxies and so suggesting Life is Temporary as long as it has, all matter is transitory and expedient , and our Milky Way has only four Billion years to live. 

On this note or theme we could postulate that Life is indeterminate and that matter is here today and gone tomorrow.  So what is matter?  A bundle of molecules and atoms mixed in a certain cocktail, a formula of creative intelligence, or an accident emanating from the Big Bang and per chance self formulating Itself without direction or intelligence----take your pick--- the intelligent gene one may say ---there is no place for God-----this is a personal decision.  


Be that as it may atoms one is told are 99.99 % empty, space yet there is activity in that space. Just what that activity is nebulous to say the least.

In the long run is it worth 'holding fast to matter' knowing it dissolves and fades with time as we know it.  In a way it is like holding onto ice and hoping it does not melt or slide and slip through the grasping hand.

Perhaps a more congenial way to regard matter is to enjoy it without hoarding it or being over possessive about it.  One has to face the awesome fact that our bodies are made from matter which fades after a while and try as we may until we are made bionic, we are transitory, expedient here today and gone some years later.

What's the matter----What is the matter ---does anything really matter----who matters most-----?

SHACK

SHACK 79 DRAINED

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At times when I was doing the Forensic work the sheer horror used to hit me. There was a bag which was in the laboratory and it was a demonstration to police officers yet it was a real exhibit taken from a rapist.  

When the bag arrived as an exhibit I unpacked it from the parcel sent to me from the main laboratory and as soon as I saw it I felt a draining and a sort of sticky energy, as like muddy water.  When I opened the bag there was the equipment he used on his victims.

I have sat next to people on the bus, airplane, car and train and even passing them on the street and felt this energy, I can see it in their auras as well and in my own.  

When I had my NDE at fours years of age I used to be telepathic to a large degree, mainly feeling however I did 'catch' words and I saw auras.  The telepathy is coming back, the feeling sense is always there, that is a sense of knowing, especially in my psychotherapy days.

I could feel the unease of many in a deep sense and if I ignored my deep feeling (some call it a gut sense) then some discord or problem may arise.

I found in meditation at a session that the meridians, the nadis or whatever not only transported ki, chi, life force for the body they distributed it to the organs which stored it as well as doing their physical job.  This was not so much fatigue or not feeling well, it was a sort of subtle 'one degree under'.  Some people talk about psychic vampires. I found there were physical, mental and psychological with life force and spiritual vampires, they suck the life out of you if one lets them.

One of the patients who came to see me was a dominatrix and also had an Internet 'dirty talk and pose business' she did well, she had a lovely house in the country, drove an expensive car and had a villa in Spain.  She felt after some years she had a kind of sack or basin that was full of as she put 'shit, excrement, filth' she could smell it and hear it talk back to her and vivid dreams of being pursued by it. 

We did imagery, drawing, Qi Gong and meditation.  She felt a stream of energy unblocking her 'plumbing', these were the tools I used in workshops and on myself.

When I felt clear as it were I could feel an energy 'underneath' my physical strength, it was subtle and hardly perceptible, to me it was like waterfall of soft energy and slight tingling and smile.

This feeling gently loosened up the mental / mind waste a sort of stale negative debris, detritus, stains and soiling allowing it to dissipate.  Not a flushing or extreme detox but a soothing  almost caressing it away, a detox of soft loving energy, a sigh of release and a feeling of  it is very, very well indeed. 

SHACK

SHACK 78 WHEN

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WHEN IS ENOUGH, ENOUGH?

HOW LONG IS A PIECE OF STRING?

TELL ME!!!

WHEN YOU FEEL IT.

SHACK

SHACK 77 NOW AND ZEN

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Those that have it can play with it. 

If you know what it is one is in illusion but there again It prevails.

What is there to say now or is?

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SHACK 76 DENTIST

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I used to teach Judo at the Royal Dental Hospital in Leicester Square(it has relocated now).  Parking was one of the problems, so I used to park my car in a small square in Soho and walk through the streets to the hospital about a ten minute walk.  

On the way I used to get touted by prostitutes and over the three years instructing at hospital in the evenings once weekly I got to know some of them, I did not have sex with them, I would not be ashamed to admit if I had.

Anyway there was a cafe right near where I parked the car and one night about 22.00 as I walked through Soho to the car, the skies opened and I got soaked, really soaked, I went into the cafe like a 'drowned rat' and sat down steaming from my clothes and skin, I ordered a hot drink and said to the waitress 'what a shocking night', she replied 'its just another kind of weather', I looked up into a beautiful native American young women and her eyes were amazing, clear bright and serious without censure.

She taught me another lesson about letting go. I cannot control the weather and yet I wanted too.  Have a sunny warm balmy evening, so the weather can be our teachers(of course now a days they mess about with chemtrails and the like). 

Native peoples who live with the land and respect it of course have to live with the climate and they have a different attitude than City folk.  That lesson stayed with for a long while and then faded when work situations needed conditions for it and with workshops flight delay and train stoppages because of weather conditions were a reminder of the somewhat artificial view I had began to cultivate about the weather.

I can see how the big corporations want to control the weather and manipulate it for commercial reasons and profit.  Now I am at home in so called retirement I go out in all weathers because they are 'just another kind of weather'

SHACK