More than Any of the Things and All of these Things

Visible Origami — June 8, 2014

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
I keep thinking about that life fraught with difficulties thing which I attempted to address in the last episode. I suppose one of the reasons is that I am in such a situation for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is transiting out of a familiar environment of 15 years duration. That’s 3 times longer than the other longest period of duration previous. The other periods of duration only got to five years once. One might say that the consistency of that period haunts the uncertainty of this one. It’s not as if I were looking into the face any of the major concerns that some people face such as starvation, no water, eviction or whatever is going around these days, including plague and the sudden discovery that you live in a really bad neighborhood AND you signed a lease. It’s more along the lines of not knowing what’s coming and measuring what I have to do against my ability to do it. None of these things have redlined yet. It’s more a matter of it being all in the mind. It is all in the mind isn’t it?
I’ve tried to point up areas of endeavor that will ensure a better potential for whatever it is you are going to run into and which can also seriously affect whatever that might be as well. One of them is meditation. We’ve mentioned that. Another is mind control; not to be confused with things like Silva Mind Control, Tavistock or MKUltra. It involves standing at the gateway of the mind and not allowing anything into it that is not reflective of the ineffable. This is what you do when you are not meditating. Another practice is to have a positive mindset at all times and that is no easy thing because you have to take it all on faith and your faith has to be greater than any situation that comes along to challenge it. On a positive note, concerning maintaining a positive mindset… do you really have a choice? I won’t explain that. It should be self explanatory and if it isn’t yet, it will be, if you think about it.
There are a few key assets you need to have to make it through this body breaking, soul crushing experience, called ‘life as we know it in these perilous times’. If you have these things you have a chance. Without them, only a gambling junkie, devoid of good sense would bet on you. You need faith, certitude and determination. You need to meditate on a regular basis and you need to control the mind but… more than any of these things and all of these things, you need Love.
If you try to find Love in the world around you, you could get lucky for a time but the Love in the world is like a seasonal flower and even though some of them might hold their bloom for a time … the bloom comes off eventually. The petals fall and the force of the attractive no longer has the adhesion it had. It lacks the motivation that inspired it, when it looked like what you wanted and then turned into what you did not. This is the primary reason that the only Love worth pursuing is divine love because divine love is a perennial and it is always Spring. It is forever and right now at the same time. It is the absolute fullness of the moment and the promise of unending perpetuity and if any one of us possessed an awareness of the higher sciences as they existed in times of greater light, you would know that all of this is a provable scientific fact. It’s real. Nothing else is. The irony is that what truly is cannot be seen with mortal eyes and everything else is everywhere to be seen. Enjoy whichever aspect of your free will choices you choose to make.
Finally the good weather has arrived for more than one and a half days (grin). It’s a pleasure to have the sun come slipping though the skylight in the morning, like it did this morning and why I am at the keyboard at 7:00 AM with the rest of the movie from last night, “Waitress”, which is a real joy and gives a whole new meaning to the art of baking pies. I’m learning not to project into the Land of What If on the continent of Maybe, Maybe Not. That’s a pretty crowded part of the planet and Mr. Visible is not crowd friendly. No one has much fun in projection land, except maybe for the act of projecting, which some people seem to favor simply because they like that wishing and hoping thing and are not inclined to look at the mound of whatever that is in the other hand. I have learned to pay attention to what’s in the other hand, if only due to the weight of it (grin).
The Russian Spruce has filled the cathedral ceiling on the left side of this living space and the incline wall beneath it as well. I am not inclined to turn and look at the other side of the ceiling and wall. I expect that will fill up at some point too. The thing about projection is that we don’t have to do that ourselves when we have someone in residence who is so much better at it than we are. There’s this saying I heard that states, “Let go and let God.” It’s hokey enough but true I suspect for all that.
I’ve been remiss at something, being as busy as I am. It used to be if something occurred to me more than once, there was adequate time to engage with and take care of it. Now things come and go in my head but I’m busy at something else. In any case I wanted to give out public thanks to Dr. Glenn Dormer for flying in all the way from Sweden to spend a week with me and to build a stairway to my loft that will probably be there when the pyramids are dust and will certainly still be standing when the rest of the house has fallen into the eventual decrepitude that all impermanent things must confront one day and that’s no projection, that’s a fact of life. I imagine this stairway could handle as much traffic as the Spanish Stairs and still be there as long as. That traffic could be a reality if my rock star status heads up into some greater profile but like so many things, my hearts probably not into that (grin). In fact, I know it isn’t, despite the intensity of poignant dreams that have come to haunt my nights of late. I seem to have stumbled upon a doorway into things that once were but never were as they came to be; a place where things take place in the way we imagined them but not as we experienced them.
I’d forgotten what a great film “Waitress” is. I’m a sucker for thing like this. “The Girl Next Door” (2004) and “Interstate 60″ does that to me as well. My father, who on any account was not a nice man, once said to me, “You’re a dreamer.” He meant it in that way that implied these dreams, whatever they might be, would not come true, mostly because they hadn’t for him. Well, I suppose he was right as far as it goes, in respect of whatever I might have been dreaming about at the time but we don’t know where we’re supposed to go, especially not with our having usurped the province of the true helmsman/woman/it (Do I really have to do that? I saw a comment somewhere from someone who was responding to one of the multitude of politically correct nonsense going about these days. It has to do with disenfranchising the word ‘he’ and replacing it with ‘hse’. He said that that did not embrace the totality of the needs for all and the proper terms should be s/h/it. Heh heh… uh huh.
About dreaming… there’s the big dream that encloses all of us in the vast glimmering spider web of Maya. She (he? it?) spins that web of false light theater everywhere between the borders of that stage so great that nearly everyone is standing on it (pushing and shoving) and almost no one is sitting in the audience. Then there are all the dreams within the dream that is being dreamed and this is all because the divine is sleeping in the great majority of us. Then there is what I call the dream spiral that true dreamers embark on and which goes through progressive levels of awakening, right up the spinal channel into the higher and higher estates of consciousness, into godhead and immortality. Like Lao Tzu said, “he who is useful is immortal.” This is why karma yoga is listed among the greats. As you strive in service, the lifeblood of eternity climbs up to the top of the tower, slays the black knight on the way and frees the princess from the chamber. Many fairy tales are all about illustrating deeper truths. Life itself does this every day in the examples of all of the surrounding lives that the careful observer can take note of. The lessons are everywhere and some of them are telling indeed.
What throws most people is (as has been said many times) they only see one side of the Mobius Strip. Everything doesn’t get sorted here… or so it appears but then… due to ignorance of the other side of the Mobius Strip, we don’t know what people were up to before any particular go round. Everything is karma, save for grace and it’s said that even that is more or less based on it. In these times the only sure route is Bhakti Yoga because of the power of Materialism. Love cuts through it like a knife through warm butter. It is the channeling of sexual force that lights your lantern, which is what that parable about the five foolish and five wise virgins is all about. It’s hard to find your way through the darkness without a light; something like a miner’s head lamp.
Intensify your focus. Like they say, “concentration is the secret of the magical art” and- “all magic is in the will.” Of course you have to figure out which will that is and learn not to impede it. We can think of the magical art as anything we wish it to. A rather notorious magician once said, “magic is anything I say it is.” Determining what your magic is; the pursuit thereof is key to the process and there is no greater magic than Love. I’m not pushing the performance end of generating phenomena. I’m pushing an alliance with Love as the source of wisdom and understanding and the sure and certain capacity of love to steer you right. For me, the only valid magic is the effort to increase your love until it overwhelms you… and it will, should you be unflagging. This is what the magic of light is all about; a continuous and incremental increase of Love’s awareness within. Everything else is some form of delusion and at present… delusion is manifest to the sound of a million jackhammers tuning up on the street where you live.
Time to go as I expect others to roll in shortly… hopefully shortly. Once again Dr. Dormer, thank you so much for walking the talk and blessings upon you. That said and… this being Sunday… Aloha and Ahrooooooooooooooooooooo!
End Transmission…….



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