tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83483332024-03-13T14:11:48.382-07:00Quantum ShamanThe occasional ramblings of the author of Quantum Shaman: Diary of a Nagual Woman, and the site author of QuantumShaman.com. Is life worth living? Is death worth dying for? Is the world a nuthouse and the lunatics are running the asylum? If you answered yes or no to any of these questions, you are seriously disturbed and this blog will most likely make you smile or laugh or cry or throw expensive objects at the wall. Come on in!Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-1598074006642918142020-10-05T10:37:00.003-07:002020-10-05T10:37:53.958-07:00The Cornerstone of Enlightenment is Irony<p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFgvO2YgSw8/X3tYtjVa07I/AAAAAAAACQU/nOQHSSd--L4Pp0ibevfJ41O1wW03Vk8MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1200/enlightenment.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" data-original-height="700" data-original-width="1200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PFgvO2YgSw8/X3tYtjVa07I/AAAAAAAACQU/nOQHSSd--L4Pp0ibevfJ41O1wW03Vk8MQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/enlightenment.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="text-align: right;">(Recently re-discovered journal entry from 2012, surprisingly relevant to my life today in 2020)</span></span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br />***</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px;">Years ago when I first began pursuing this path, it was my belief that a state of enlightenment or being awakened would result in what amounted to total peace. So much for false belief systems. A few days ago, corresponding with an old friend, we were comparing inventories with regard to the notions of enlightenment. Not surprisingly, her list and mine were virtually identical in many respects.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">With that said, here's some of a list I compiled a couple of years ago. When I dug it out of the mothballs of cyberspace, I was somewhat surprised to find that not much has changed , so... "awakening" does appear to be a state-of-mind/being that, once achieved, doesn't change very much, other than to expand from its own foundation.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">1. I walk through life now looking more at the scenery than the inhabitants - i.e., on long drives I am focused on the mountains, the weather, thoughts of the infinite, which leads to...</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">2. The human world has lost all meaning, if it ever had any.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">3. There is nothing I truly long to do with regard to humanform activities. I have no desire to travel (because all destinations are within myself, therefore no real reason to leave home). I have no interest in writing the Great American Novel (so it stands to reason I'm a better writer now than pre-enlightenment, but now I have nothing I want or need to communicate...) The cornerstone of enlightenment is irony.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">4. All "causes" have lost all meaning, with the exception of what I do personally & individually. I would rescue a lost kitten if it crossed my path, for example, but I would not go out and join "causes" as I might have done in the past.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">5. I used to think I could "get through to people" if only I could explain myself better. This was a demon w/ some extended family members, and a few former forum members as well. Now, I no longer care if they "get me" or not.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">6. There is a sense of isolation even when in the company of those closest to me, particularly as I watch them move further and further from "enlightenment", moving deeper and deeper into "the agreement". I find myself torn between wanting to pull them back onto the path, yet knowing that anything I say might as well be said to ghosts, to an idea, a fictional character. The world at large cannot hear me, for I am the ghost.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">7. I marvel at the ignorance of humans. Particularly as it relates to religion. They are content to believe in God(s), but take no interest in matters of their own spirit.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">8. Prior to enlightenment, I always "believed" it would result in a state of well-being and a perpetual smile. Not so. I am still the same person, just more disconnected from the hive. No perpetual bliss, no eternal torment. Just... a different manner of looking at the world through the same eyes. Clarity without any great need to "fix" anything.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">9. Nothing really matters, but everything is significant.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">10. The flaw in the human program is that the program itself is utterly flawed. This especially pertains to mortality - by the time we are old enough or smart enough to receive "enlightenment", we are closer to the end than to the beginning.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">11. If life has any meaning, it is the manifestation of spiritual evolution. What does that mean? I *see* it as a permanent shift of the assemblage point to what might be an inorganic state of infinite awareness. Jury's still out. Ergo, at present, life has no profound meaning other than existence itself and the drive to "get out of life alive."</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">_________________</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">I'm sure there are other observations could make, but... see #2 above.</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">_________________</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;"><br /></span></span></p><p><span style="font-family: Arial;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Speaking of "getting out of life alive..." 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line-height: 20.79px;"><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-85751836918004911332020-03-18T18:09:00.001-07:002020-03-18T18:09:53.781-07:00All the World's a Nuthouse...<br />
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<i><br />Found this in an old journal - a rant originally written in April of 2000, but oddly appropriate today, perhaps more than ever. </i></div>
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So… here I am paying loads of money to support the meth-heads who <i>don’t</i> bother to gather enough green slips of paper, not to mention paying for all the bombs and defense research to help do my part to eventually level Mudball #3 to a lump the size of a piece of coal. Hell, we don’t pay taxes for any altruistic reason, but because we’re all scared of what the IRS will do to us if we don’t.</div>
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We’re programmed and controlled thru fear of the government., fear for our own survival, fear of our social standing, fear of how we will appear in the eyes of others… and as all of us know who have bothered to do even the tiniest bit of soul-searching, the most detrimental force in the universe is fear. The grand oppressor. The supreme killer. The greatest slave master. And we’re controlled by it every hour of every day in some fashion.<br />
I don’t know about you, but to me there seems to be something seriously wrong with this picture! We live in a made-up world where the reflections on the nuthouse walls have been mistaken for reality, yet we’ve been doing it so long that we think it is real. The society we live in, the rules we live by, the morals and standards of the world are 100%, absolutely, completely, irrevocably, undeniably<i> just made up as we go along to serve the needs of those making it up</i>!<br />
And what’s worse is that people don’t see it. They refuse to see it, as if by their refusal, by their continued denial, they can somehow believe that the white picket fence and the Norman Rockwell paintings represent reality. Personally, I think it’s far more believable that faeries and vampires are real than the wholesome Americana we’ve all been programmed to believe in.<br />
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Sometimes I still hear my mother’s voice: “Now, Della, do you really think everybody else is crazy and you’re the only one who’s sane?” Well… in a word, Mom – <i>YES! </i>At this point in my life, I really have come to see that 99.9% of the people in their world (or at least in this Western culture) are living in some kind of grand and illusory video game!</div>
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They go to work to pay for the car to drive to work in.</div>
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They buy insurance to pay the medicine man for his pills (which are mostly placeboes anyway) and the reason they’re so sick in the first place is because they’ve worked themselves into all kinds of stress-related illnesses trying to gather enough green slips of paper with which to pay for the insurance to cover their stress-related illnesses.</div>
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Is it just me? I might take a valium if I had one, but I don’t have enough of those green slips of paper to pay for all that insurance to cover my stress-related psychosis, so I guess I’ll just have to go sit under a Joshua tree and drink cheap wine with the rest of the “crazy” people.<br />
Who’s more crazy? The lunatics in the asylum or the lunatics running the asylum?<br />
Sometimes I think we ought to organize another tea party. But this time, instead of tea, we’ll throw all the politicians, land developers and IRS workers into the harbor with lead weights in their gold-lined pockets. Now that’s alchemy!<br />
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Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-44412463545625432932019-06-17T11:11:00.002-07:002019-06-17T11:18:28.318-07:00A Special Fire - Just for me!<br />
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">As a child growing up in a dilapidated motel
owned by my parents, we lived with my Crazy Granny, who was senile more or less
from the time I was born. My memories are of her sitting on the porch in a
rocking chair, literally waiting for Gabriel's horn. While waiting, she sang
old hymns (mainly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Amazing Grace</i>), and
talked in that 3-minute loop common to the demented and the elderly, wherein
her entire existence could be summed up in these experiences that were all that
seemed to remain of her memory. She spoke of Gert and Winnie, neither of whom I
ever met, and who may have been nothing more than her invisible friends. And
she spoke a lot to God and Jesus, asking them to take her home even though she
would also proclaim in the same breath that she didn't want to die. Maybe she
was hoping to be beamed up while still in her human garb, rather like Ezekiel
and his fiery chariot. Who's to say?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Whenever I came home from school, I would ask
how she was doing, and listen to the loop, which always concluded with,
"And now I'm a-sittin' here, a-waitin' for Gabriel's horn."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Being a somewhat devious child, I had an
instinct that she wasn't as daffy as she was trying to get everyone to believe,
so one afternoon I crawled underneath the porch with one of those plastic recorders from 3rd grade music class, and just as she was praying for Gabriel
to sound his horn... I let 'er rip!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Toot-toot-ta-toot-atoot!</span></i><span style="font-family: "book antiqua";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Next thing I know, I hear a clatter and a
howl as Crazy Granny topples over backward in her rocking chair, feet up in the
air like some deranged cartoon character, and all the while praying at the top
of her lungs, "Jesus is coming! Jesus is coming!" as she tried to
scramble up and right herself lest Jesus catch a glimpse of her size 10
bloomers which had been revealed when her faded cotton dress flew up over her head.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Needless to say, when I crawled out from
under the porch, I wasn't the most popular kid on the block with my mother, but
when I locked eyes with Granny and she realized that Gabriel was none other
than her toe-headed granddaughter, there was a new understanding between us.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">From that day forward, she had more lucidity
when talking with me privately - in other words, she really <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">could</i> carry on a conversation beyond
that 3-minute loop, though she would fall right back into it whenever anyone
else entered the room. My guess was that she was bored with life and with the
lives of those around her, and so she was recreating the reality that had been
far more real to her - those 3-minutes of memories when she was really Awake,
Aware and Alive (the 3 "A's). It's been suggested that perhaps Gabriel's recorder shifted her assemblage point, but I would not want to take credit for
the workings of an archangel. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "book antiqua";">Once, a few years before she died, I asked
her what she really thought when she heard that horn sound. She just smiled. "There's
a special fire just for you," she said, shaking her bony finger. "The
devil has a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">special</i> fire, just for
you."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br />Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-50061504533420070742018-12-21T14:29:00.002-08:002018-12-21T14:29:39.484-08:00Why Do We NEED To Be Liked?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/Carlos.Castaneda.group/" target="_blank">Carlos Castaneda group </a>I admin on Facebook, the question was asked, "Why are humans addicted to being liked?"<br />
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Good question. Simple answer: <i>Fear </i>- the first enemy of the warrior. Most humans fear they aren't good enough, smart enough, sexy enough and so they start performing like monkeys at the circus in the desperate need to be liked. That need is one of the most insidious attachments known to Man. Fortunately, warriors rather quickly learn that being liked creates a codependency between oneself and the world at large. In order to <i>be </i>liked, you have to be a certain way. You have to <i>be</i> agreeable, tell people what they want to hear, stroke their ego by telling them they're right even when they are dead-bang wrong. and smile even if your lips crack and bleed. The list is long. And the cost of membership in the I'm Likable Club is far too high for anyone pursuing a genuine path of spiritual evolution.<br />
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When you stop trying to be likable and become <i>authentic,</i> you'll find your circle of "friends" diminishes accordingly (unless they are also authentic - which perhaps one person in ten thousand might be if you hit it on a good day ). One of those ugly truths no one wants to believe, but which is impossible to deny if you really look at your life through honest eyes.<br />
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I used to have a large circle of friends and acquaintances. Everybody said they liked me. That is... right up until the time when I lost the need to be liked, opened my eyes as a <i>seer,</i> and realized that being liked is directly dependent on being a liar, a joker and an ego-stroker, and what can start to resemble a spineless yes-man suckling at the teat of emotional neediness to such an extent that you forget who you are (if you ever knew) and become a mirror reflecting the needs and wants of all those "friends" who probably don't really know much about you at all. What's your last name? Where did you grow up? Are your parents living or dead? Do you have a dog, or even a pet goldfish? Are you married? Straight? Gay? An alien from Proxima Centauri?<br />
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Put simply - they don't know you, yet they demand that you should know them, and to that end they will inundate you with their tales of power and glory, none of which have anything to really do with who they are despite what they might think. You are simply the sounding board against which they sing themselves into being, and the song is both long and tedious, for it is all too often a series of unrelated events linked together only by the memories of the one doing the telling. And let's face it - memories can be iffy at best, and storytellers can be accomplished bullshit artists when it suits the obsessively demanding needs of their inflated self-importance.<br />
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If that's what you want to be, what you want to do with your life, then smile and nod and stroke the spiny ego of the other monkeys and you'll probably sleep like a baby at night - and also at work and in the shower and in everything else you do, for the rest of your life. Most people do go through life asleep and unaware. It's how we're programmed, after all. Be polite. Be attentive. Always smile. <a href="http://quantumshaman.blogspot.com/2015/03/act-like-lady.html" target="_blank">Act like a lady</a> (whatever that means). Be good. Think only positive thoughts. Keep your chin up even when the chips are down. And all the other meaningless platitudes shoved down our throats and up our rear entry from the moment we are born, and long before even that. Again, nothing necessarily wrong with those things if they are what floats your boat on the dark sea of the desperate need to be liked. But there's more to life, and once you realize it, it's going to cost you that warm and pleasant cocoon that tends to form around those who are liked so much by so many.<br />
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Okay, that's the gist of it. Fear makes monkeys of us all. Now here's an anecdote to illustrate why clarity plays a huge role in shattering those comfort zones and dragging the seeker out of her sheltering matrix and into the real world (usually kicking and screaming all the way).<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZerbKlFn0/XB1kZ6a2r5I/AAAAAAAACJM/54Mfx0jZaus_mKN5-UgC_cFI6D4QnfCrACLcBGAs/s1600/killing%2Btime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1203" data-original-width="737" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1xZerbKlFn0/XB1kZ6a2r5I/AAAAAAAACJM/54Mfx0jZaus_mKN5-UgC_cFI6D4QnfCrACLcBGAs/s320/killing%2Btime.jpg" width="195" /></a>As many of you know, I used to be deeply involved in the <i>Star Trek</i> community. My first professional book was a <i>Trek </i>novel, and I was active in the underground press in that genre for over 20 years. It was a very deep love of mine because when I was a young and environmentally isolated girl of 11-years old, it was my teacher in many ways. It taught me how to recognize my prejudices against things and people I didn't understand, and to eliminate those prejudices through logic, kindness and, yes, love. It taught me how to be a decent human being even though I had grown up with an abusive father and a religious upbringing that could have warped even the most rational mind if not for the introduction of logic and common sense prevalent in <i>Star Trek</i>. It taught me how to speak properly and to lose the hillbilly drawl that was common to the neck of the dark woods in which I had been raised. The list here is also long.<br />
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Ultimately... <i>Star Trek </i>brought me together with people who became my friends. I formed friendships that seemed genuine and real at the time (and most of them actually were - <i>at the time</i>). But with that said... it also has to be noted in this discussion about the need to be liked, that this group of "friends" vanished abruptly when I stopped writing the novels and short stories that were the foundation of that underground community. Not surprising. I don't even blame them for not really "liking" me anymore. But it did open my eyes to the fact that most people who like you do so because you are of service to them in one way or another. You feed them, and when you no longer do that - for <i>whatever </i>reason - most of them just quietly drift away; some become angry or outright hostile; others try to hang on in weird ways that usually rely on trying to change you in some fashion.<br />
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It was when my involvement in the <i>Star Trek</i> community was beginning to give way to other interests that three of my former friends (actually more like acquaintances) asked to come up to my house for a visit. I was a bit surprised at the timing, but agreed. When they arrived, it quickly became clear that they had created an agenda which they hoped would bring me back into the writing community. I was properly praised, my ego dutifully stroked, and then came the anvil. "But it would be so much easier if you would smile more." Followed by, "And take more of an interest in Suzy Cue's writing because she's currently the most popular." And topped off with, "We all love you, but..."<br />
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<i>But...</i><br />
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There's always a "but," isn't there?<br />
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It was that "but" which really opened my eyes to the fact that being liked really does mean being what everyone else <i>wants</i> you to be, with no regard whatsoever for who you are. In reality, I find it annoying to walk around with a stupid grin on my face for no reason whatsoever. If you want me to smile, do something funny. Say something nice. Oh - wait a minute! That would be me asking you to live up to my expectations, so scratch that. Hmmm. Another reality was that Suzy Cue's writing was some of the most atrocious drivel ever to fall forth from a rickety keyboard onto a 5 1/4" floppy drive where - hopefully - it has all been deteriorated into oblivion through entropy and improved technology. Oh - but wait another minute! That would be me putting my judgment on Suzy Cue and asking her to be better than perhaps she <i>can</i> be, so scratch that as well. Sorry, Suzy Cue. Pay no attention to that bitch behind the curtain. But then... (But... but... but...) "We all love you..."<br />
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No. You really don't. You don't know me. It's not that I'm hard to get to know. It's that you didn't ask. And I'm perfectly okay with that. Because - truth be told - there was no reason to ask beyond polite social niceties. You liked me because I provided you with what you wanted, and I liked you because you made me feel liked and appreciated... and there was nothing necessarily wrong with any of that, except that it was no more real than a unicorn or a virgin. It was simply a mutual addiction - and once recognized as such, it gave me the awareness to walk away from a segment of my life that had served its purpose, and start a new adventure. I took what I had learned and loved from those days and brought it forward, giving it the power and the permission to evolve, grow, and transcend. The core of what I had truly <i>loved</i> (<i>Star Trek</i> itself) remains a very real part of my original foundation. But the need to be <i>liked</i> within the community became a distant thing of a distant past.<br />
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Getting past the attachment to being liked is one of the most crucial steps toward freedom. At a certain point, Orlando (my mentor/double) threw me out of the cosmic classroom and told me to go forth and slam my ideas, conclusions and Knowledge up against the sharpest minds in the field to see if what I had learned would hold up under intense scrutiny, disagreement and even outright anger and hatred at times. It was a <i>brutal</i> process, but entirely necessary as a means of assimilation - putting together the pieces of what I had learned into a workable <i>system </i>of knowledge.<br /><br />The hardest part in the beginning was getting past the need to be liked. What I discovered during that brutal process of assimilation falls in line with an old adage: "A speaker of truth has no friends." But beyond even that, a speaker of truth has no need to be liked.<br />
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If you are at a point in your journey where you are ready to slam your ideas, conclusions and Knowledge up against others, go for it. Just be prepared for the fact that not everyone is going to agree with you and - if they are <i>truly</i> your friend - they will yank any false beliefs or false foundations right out from under you... not because they are mean, but because moving forward on a foundation of false conclusions only means that foundation will fail somewhere along the way. Better sooner than later.<br />
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With that said... if you are going to approach your personal assimilation as I've described, the first thing you have to do is to get beyond the need to be liked or even accepted. <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Mikal-Nyght/e/B00C2KBF0K/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1545430568&sr=1-1" target="_blank">Mikal Nyght </a>says, "This road will not make you any friends. It won't make anyone love you. It might get you killed." There are multiple reasons for this, not the least of which is that you become a threat to the status quo. People don't like that. They <i>need</i> to be liked, remember?<br />
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Test your ideas and conclusions. But be willing to remain open to modification of your existing belief systems. Just because something <i>seems </i>on the surface to be true doesn't necessarily mean it is. And don't expect anyone to like you along the way. Love yourself. The rest takes care of itself.<br />
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Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-50601181534170832892018-08-11T08:59:00.005-07:002018-08-11T09:00:58.190-07:00Love: Not Just A Pesky Human Feeling<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">A few thoughts on love, collected from various conversations with seekers along the way.</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Love isn't "just" a fluffy human feeling/emotion. It is actually a moving/living force which has the power to create or destroy, depending on the intent and will of the practitioner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Without love, nothing gets done. Others may argue that it's sheer intellect that drives them, but I would challenge that belief. If one doesn't love life, one has no reason to go on breathing. Even if you hate your job, your friends and all your inbred relatives, there is something inside you that loves <i>life</i> or finds a reason to terminate it (whether immediately or in the long-term). Love is what drives us to do anything and everything - if you are willing to stop and actually think about it. Silly example: I might rightfully detest my unscrupulous competitors in our business, but it is my love of seeing them fall on their face that keeps me going. Even anger has its roots in love if you are willing to look deep enough.</span><br />
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Ultimate folly: trying to explain love
to someone who refuses to admit its existence.</span></i></h3>
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx_HW8ccvSk/W28BJ8azTwI/AAAAAAAACHI/giC8uby56BY46CNz6nNnN6etSIzty-uzQCLcBGAs/s1600/hippie%2Blove.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="557" data-original-width="1000" height="177" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx_HW8ccvSk/W28BJ8azTwI/AAAAAAAACHI/giC8uby56BY46CNz6nNnN6etSIzty-uzQCLcBGAs/s320/hippie%2Blove.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Love </span><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">can either be used to
create, or suckled at like the teat of addiction. Too many people seem to think
love is about what you do for others or some funny feeling in the pit of your
stomach when you're really just feeling an urge to make whoopie. But real love
is probably the most selfish thing of all. It is what moves the Will. Without
love in some form, there is very little reason to do anything - </span><i style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">if</i><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";"> you stop to think about it. If not...
then love is just lovey-dovey, frilly-willy, hippie-dippie.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Some insist
love is delusional – that it doesn’t exist at all. If you think love is
delusional, why bother saying so... unless you just need to bolster that belief in yourself. Clearly, anyone who believes that has no real clue what unconditional love
actually <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is, </i><span style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and such statements are typically made from a perspective of fear, even if it's masquerading as intellectual posturing.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">As far as love
from a Toltec perspective, I'm not even saying love is necessarily an aspect of Toltec. But
there is more to life beyond even Toltec - something that seems to be difficult
for Toltecs to comprehend. In that way, Toltec has become just another religion
for most who claim to follow it. And if they are truly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">following </i>it, they have missed the point altogether since true
Nagualism advocates losing <i>all</i> programming, including its own. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">I don't make
comments or posts on the internet to entertain people, and certainly with no
delusion that I can teach them anything. Put another way – you
can't teach a pig to sing. It only wastes your time and annoys the pig.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> N</span>obody is really listening, so
why are we even talking?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The only devil is religion itself.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Every time I
even use the word “teach” in any form, someone is sure to accuse me of trying
to convert others in some weirdly religious manner. Truth
be told, I'm as far from religious as it is possible to be. Religions <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">are</i> the quantifiable "devil"
they try to warn everyone else about - hiding in plain sight... and a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">lot</i> of Toltecs fall right into
quasi-religious adherence to Carlos Castaneda's methods, even when it becomes
obvious those methods might not be working for them as individuals. But because
Carlos said so, it is gospel, and therein lies the dark danger of religious
quackery.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">The problem is - so many of the "practices" are followed
willy-nilly, when Nagualism must be practiced as a <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">system</i> of knowledge. But people don't want to hear that because it
means real work and not just adherence to a single aspect, such as dreaming or stalking or
recapitulation. It also means throwing <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i> the books away and forging our <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">own</i> path to freedom and not
just to an altar piled high with someone else's books. If not practiced
impeccably, Nagualism (like anything else) runs the very high risk of becoming
just one more cult following (not unlike Catholicism).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Another
commenter on a group I belong to spoke at length about meeting Taisha Abelar,
Florinda Donner, and others in the Toltec community who were contemporaries of
Carlos Castaneda. But as I told him, who you met is pretty much irrelevant.
*shrugs* I met William Shatner on numerous occasions, but that doesn't make me
Captain Kirk. I had ample opportunity to meet Castaneda but never did because I
recognized the allure of his celebrity and the tendency humans have to become
infatuated with it and to even draw false conclusions about the person based on
their own projections. So I chose not to go down that road, but to walk my own
path with heart... <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">alone</i>. Not a
decision I have <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">ever </i>regretted.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">If we're
talking about meeting others in Dreaming, that's a different category
altogether. I once met Carlos in a dream, and he was with a "witch"
who attempted to stop my heart. It was an interesting encounter - a test of the
type that tells me exactly <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">why</i> I have
no great desire to play power games with people who like to play
power games. What's the point? I won't be put in a position to have to prove
myself to anyone - I have nothing to defend, after all, nothing to prove. So I
told Carlos and his witch to take a flying leap, which they did. Did I win?
Did I lose? Neither. The only winning move is not to play.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">It’s been
argued that love is dangerous or delusional because “love forces you to fall in
love with it.” Actually, no. Love doesn't want you to love it. It isn't
sentient in and of itself, so it doesn't give a rat's ass one way or the other.
Love is a force and a motivational tool. You can pick it up, and you can even
put it down if that's your choice. But to think it controls us... I can't help
but see that as a manifestation of fear rather than a reflection of reality.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Another
commenter said: "None of these emanations</span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";"> [</span><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">Editor’s note: love, fear, hate, all human emotions</span><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">]</span></span><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";"> have any
reason for existence except to supply sentience and sentient beings. Otherwise
I doubt they would even exist. And as such, I believe sentience created them
for their own purpose."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">That's
circular logic at its best and really doesn't make sense in the big picture.
You would have to <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">assume</i> sentience
existed in the first place, and <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i>
is getting perilously close to belief in a deity or creator of some sort - a
belief with which I don't personally align. I choose to think <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i> emotions come
from <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">us</i> (from all living things - not
just humans, but <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">all</i> living things)
and that each one serves its own purpose. Even the so-called negative emotions have
a purpose. Anger can give us strength. Fear can enable us to run when something
wants to have us for its dinner. Even the darkest emotion of hate can keep us safe
from something that wishes to harm us. </span><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Love, on the other hand, gives us reasons to do things we might otherwise never do.</span><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";"> These things weren't created by
sentience, but by </span><i style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style";">necessity</i><span style="font-family: "bookman old style";"> - in the
long and arduous process of evolution.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">The path of
the death defier is rooted deeply in love - love of life, love of being, love
of this Earth. Sure, we could dig up other words for it, but I think <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">most</i> of us know what the word means even
if some feel the deep-seated need to banish it to the realm of
"delusional." It is love of life, the unknown, the mystery, that makes
me choose the path of the death defier. Maybe some can choose that path from a
purely intellectual assemblage, but I think that would become sterile and dull after a century or two, and probably a lot sooner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">The only way
anyone knows of Love is by allowing the assemblage point to assemble it. We
learn by doing, in other words. Aside from that, it's all just psychobabble
while the ship is sinking. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">To those who
would say that love is an addiction, or that “Love makes you fall in love with
it, so it is therefore an attachment…”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I've
found that, with clarity, a warrior can <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">have</i>
love without <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">needing</i> love. Kinda
like... I can have a piece of cake without needing it. I do agree that some
(most) people seem to believe they <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">need</i>
love. That's part of the program - absolutely! Everything in our culture
promotes that belief because love is a commodity to be sold and profited from; but the warrior with clarity knows love isn't something
that can be bought <i>or </i>possessed. And there are so many different <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">kinds</i> of love - most of which are transient but nonetheless useful
when they come around - unless they are allowed to turn into obsessive love, at
which point they aren't really love at all... but that's a whole other
discussion for another day.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Bottom line -
only unconditional love is unconditional. Up to and including the part where we
realize we can have it without needing it. Love becomes part of us. I'm sure most
warriors would argue that we <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">need</i>
clarity and power. I don't disagree. I just think we also benefit from
unconditional love - which actually <i>boosts</i> power and clarity for anyone who is willing to step past their <i>fear</i> of it and experience it directly instead of trying to analyze it from a safe distance.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">Another thing I find
troublesome is what I consider to be absurd speculation - the time-wasting
variety. "What if Trump is the anti-Christ?" That's a good example of
absurd speculation, since the debate would hinge on whether one is
pre-programmed and pre-tenderized by the Eagle to believe in an
"anti-Christ" in the first place. "What if Carlos made it all
up?" One of those have-you-stopped-beating-your-wife-yet kinda questions.
First, no matter what answer you give, it's wrong. And second, there is <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">no</i> way to know whether Carlos did or
didn't invent the whole concoction, so... it’s wasting time/energy just
discussing it. But contemplation <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">is</i> a
necessary part of the path (like love). <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Assimilation is simply putting together<br />
the pieces of what you've learned.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">One thing my
mentor stressed was what he called "the art of assimilation." At a
certain point, he said, "I've taught you all I can for now. I
want you to take what you've learned and slam it up against the real world to
see how it fares in the harsh light of day." The result was that
assimilation is the process that forces warriors to integrate what they have
learned into their day-to-day life <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">and</i>
into their spiritual evolution. Without assimilation, it's all <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">still</i> just information. So, yes, contemplation
is part of the equation, whether contemplating the potential effects of whether
Castaneda made it up, or contemplating the statement that "We are beings
who are going to die."<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "bookman old style";">My concern
also arises when well-meaning believers (in just about anything) pass their
erroneous beliefs on to the next generation. It's one thing to tell your kid
fairy tales about Santa Claus or the tooth fairy. Maybe even <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i> is a touchy subject with some; but
to fill the heads of children with a belief in a punishing, vengeful
deity that demands their lifelong and unwavering belief and worship... It's
that kind of belief that creates whole new generations of fearful bigots who
polish up their pitchforks and turn into angry mobs in the name of some
(imagined) "God." I agree that all should be free to find their own
path, but where do we draw the line between <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">that</i>
and the fact that while they are in the process of finding themselves, they are
often a very real danger to every other living thing on the planet? It's a
rhetorical question - but one that needs to be asked. I realize we can't
legislate against stupidity, but there is clearly a problem that can no longer
be swept under the elephant in the room.<o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<i>Sex, Love and the Man On the Moon</i></h3>
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">So many people equate sex with love and love with sex, when the reality is that they have very little to do with one another. Maybe nothing at all. Nature/biology designed us in such a way that we are driven by our hormones to mate-or-die. In that way, Vulcans and their pon farr got nothin' on us horny, sad little hoomans. But sex ain't love and making babies ain't love. It's biology, straight-up and often ugly. (Thus the term: bumpin' uglies. It's a medical term. Look it up. Really, really!) It makes us crazy. We'll fight for it. Risk life and limb for it. Even kill Captain Kirk for it! But it still ain't love... just sex. Nothin' more, nothin' less, so sorry to burst anyone's fragile belief hymen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">Some humans go to the bother of "falling in love" in the aftermath of sex, or in the advance anticipation of it, because nature also designed us to be at least somewhat partner-oriented in the raising of all those babies we accidentally or even deliberately make when being driven to distraction by the mating dance. Back in "olden times" it was vitally important to have a nurturing mother and protective/providing father. Sloths and mammoths and warlords, oh my! Nowadays, maybe that kind of partnership isn't required as much, but our biology is still hard-wired through DNA to the past even though culture/society has evolved (de-evolved?) around us and we find ourselves in "the future" without having even a gnat's ass comprehension of how we got here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif;">No matter... point simply being - there's a vast difference between The Mating Drive and the creative power of love as a spiritual/evolutionary force. Knowing the difference can save a lot of hurt and herpes, and keep one out of shrink's offices and divorce court.</span><br />
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There was a recent discussion on my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/quantumshaman/" target="_blank">Quantum Shaman Facebook Group </a>regarding various tools used in the pursuit of spiritual Knowledge. The discussion opened with a look at Ouija boards, and the comments that followed were, to be honest, surprising to me, coming as they did from people who profess to be on a path of spiritual evolution and personal enlightenment.<br />
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Why my surprise? Because of the depth of outright <i>fear</i> expressed - fear that one might become possessed by using a Ouija board, not seeming to understand that <i>The Exorcist </i>was fiction, just another Hollyweird fairy tale designed to scare the crap out of horny teenagers at the movies on an otherwise dull Friday night. And yet, the idea that Ouija boards promote possession by demons invaded pop culture like a virus and spawned a terror that remains rampant to this day, some 45 years after Linda Blair told Father Karras that his mother sucks cocks in hell, and proceeded to masturbate with a cross.<br />
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It's just a movie, people. Just like <i>Ouija, Witchboard</i> and all the others. <i>Fiction.</i><br />
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A Ouija board is a very simple tool, and it is one which can be used wisely or foolishly. It does not come with a slew of demons or angels, nor does it have any interest whatsoever in possessing your soul (assuming you have gone to the bother of nurturing one).<br />
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<b>The warrior who <i>sees</i> realizes that a Ouija board is a piece of processed wood accompanied by a piece of plastic. There is nothing sinister about it, other than what the users bring with them.</b><br />
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This is true of any tool - tarot cards, runes, crystals, hammers, a saw, a screwdriver. It's the intent and mindset of the user that determines the outcome. Point being - to fear a Ouija board is tantamount to being afraid of a wooden picture frame or a sippy cup. The tool has only the power <i>you</i> give to it.<br />
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<b>People are afraid of tools because they have been <i>programmed</i> to be afraid of them. </b>Between Hollywood, social media, and Christianity, it's a wonder anyone can walk down the street in broad daylight without being afraid of demons, dark spirits or some other form of boogeyman.<br />
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I was asked privately, "Della, why are you harping on this?" Simple. I'm tired of all the fear-based posturing in the so-called "spiritual community." Tired of people hopping on the new age bandwagon and believing whatever they're told by some self-proclaimed guru or nagual or yogi in the same way people hop on any religious bandwagon and become "believers" instead of seekers. I take my role in the spiritual community very seriously - and I would define it as assisting seekers in stripping away the programming & false belief systems that ground them in fear and create insurmountable limitations as a result.<br /><br />Most of the things we fear are only shadows created by our own false beliefs - but we start to see the shadows as monsters and then make the doubly-dangerous mistake of concluding that the monsters are real and must be banished. And so it ends up that a lot of people devote themselves to banishing "the devil" when, in reality, they might as well be committed to banishing Cylons or Orks.<br />
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When I used to do psychic readings, I was often told by fearful xtians, "Oh, Della, don't you know that stuff is of the devil?" When I read Tarot cards, same thing - "Those things are evil - a tool of Satan!" When I have channeled Orlando (my double) I am constantly asked, "Are you SURE it's not an evil spirit? Are you SURE it's not the devil himself?"<br />
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Yes, I'm sure. And <i>you</i> would be, too, if you did the actual work instead of constantly trying to tell everyone else how dangerous it is or how the devil is out to get them or how many crystals you own to protect you from the (imagined) evil forces. After awhile, fear is not only <i>self-</i>limiting, it spreads like a virus to those around you because that is its nature and that is the agenda of the consensus - to keep you in a tight program of what you've been <i>told</i> is right or wrong. And don't forget to follow the money and the power. More often than not, you will find priests and politicians at the root of the root of all evil. So put a hundred dollar bill in the collection plate, cast your vote for what you've been <i>told</i> is truth, justice & The Right Way... but never forget you are just a pawn on the playing field of the powers that be until such time as you throw your fears away, get off your ass, and actually <i>do</i> the work of finding out for yourself. What's possible? What's right? What's wrong? What's <i>real</i>? (Helpful hint: virtually <i>nothing</i> we believe is real, which is why this is so important).<br />
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After awhile, I came to realize that I'm probably wasting my time even attempting to overcome the fear and self-limiting belief systems that run rampant in the so-called "spiritual community." People clearly <i>want</i> to be afraid and believe in "the devil" (or the evil-du-jour) because it's a comfort zone that requires no thought, no action, and no forward motion. As long as they can wholeheartedly <i>believe</i> (not "know" but just blindly <i>believe</i>) that Ouija boards are evil or Tarot cards are of the devil, or channeling is always from the demonic realms, then they have abdicated <i>any</i> responsibility for actually doing the <i>work</i> of direct personal experience. Easier to believe a wild-eyed Baptist minister that Hell is a reality than to think it through for oneself. Easier to think the boogeyman will get us if we ____________ (fill in the blank) than to strip away the insane beliefs that assault our senses from cradle to grave.<br />
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Ask yourself this: where did you first come to believe in god or the devil (or whatever deities and demons your religion foists upon you)? I can virtually guarantee it didn't just come to you while you were sipping a mint julep on the porch one hot summer afternoon. It came to you from parents or teachers or so-called "religious leaders". It's something you were <i>told</i> and not something you have <i>experienced</i>. And therein lies the fatal fallacy that slaughters all sense of reason.<br />
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If a man picks up a hammer and uses it to kill half a dozen people, is it because he was possessed by the evil hammer, or because he was mentally ill? Same thing with Ouija boards and Tarot cards and runes and channeling. Should we all stop using hammers because somebody used one to kill someone? Think about it. Tools are just tools - they can be used to build houses or kill your spouse. And it's still not the fault of the tool.<br />
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It will always be easier to stand still and shriek in fear than to move forward into the unknown. Sure, there are dangers, but they are largely self-created and self-perpetuating. But there are also incredible wonders that you will never discover if you are hobbled and shackled by your own pre-programmed belief systems and irrational fears.<br />
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This path is dangerous to your comfort zones. Cowards need not apply.<br />
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The place where I grew up was either haunted or cursed (take your pick). I saw my first full-body apparition at the age of 8 - not once, but twice, in my bedroom. Many odd things happened there over the years, including my "father's" suicide in that same room in the year 1973.(No sympathies, please - the man was a tyrant, and as it turned out, not my father at all). </div>
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The property was actually a 10-unit motel, a tiny house held together by termites holding hands, and several outbuildings. The 5-acres backed up to a pond/swamp/lake, and it was known that an aquifer ran underneath the entire property, giving additional credence to the possibility that the land itself was haunted, since it's a somewhat accepted fact among paranormal investigators that water increases spirit energy. </div>
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Shortly after the death of The Old Man, I moved out at the age of 17, leaving the place in the rear-view mirror. For several years, nothing unusual happened in my own life, though my mother did say she saw a "man" standing outside the bedroom window (yes, the same room) more than once. That might be entirely explainable, if not for the fact that the house was actually raised at least 2 feet and so the "man" would have had to be 8' tall or more... but no matter. We'll file that under the heading of, "Weird Shit Happens In Florida."</div>
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It was 15 years or more after I left that I began being "pulled" back to that haunted motel. In dreaming. Or, more precisely in what might be called an astral or out-of-body state. The first time this occurred, I was intentionally terrified by a dark force that apparently resides on the property. The "dream" was such that the details were more than crystal clear - the house still stood exactly as it had when I was perhaps 8 years old. Faded red carpet in the living room, jalousie windows covered with dust, curtains that had seen better days, the broken-down flower-pattern sofa, and the lush green grounds out in the courtyard. In one corner stood the forgotten old console television dragged home from some thrift shop, never worked right and only got 2 channels on a good day. The scent of amarillo lilies and tea roses drifting in through the open window... a setting that might have been nostalgically idyllic if not for the overwhelming and literally heart-stopping sense of pure evil that permeated the very fabric of the vision itself. </div>
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In the context of the dreaming, I knew I had been called there to do battle with this Thing. It had no name. No gender. No identity of its own. It was simply a living force - though I cannot even say with certainty that it was alive at all. I found a sword in my hand, though it was more accurately a dagger, and a small one at that. At this time in my life, I had never been trained in the use of daggers, knives or other sharp objects, other than for cutting into a juicy steak, so I was not only out of my league with this Thing, but also lacking in any type of skill set. I felt the entity laugh at me, projecting its power onto me as if to smother me. I was dying. I knew I <i>would </i>die. And then it was dark and I was back in my own bed somewhere in southern California. </div>
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In reality, the house and all the motel units had long since been torn down, the property abandoned, where it would be eventually reclaimed by nature. But at the moment I awakened in my own bed, I realized some other force had actually pulled me out of there - a force for which I had no name at the time, but one which has since come to answer to the name of my own double, Orlando. Though I was grateful (beyond words) for his intervention, I felt I had been utterly defeated by this Thing which was apparently attached to the property where I grew up. It was not something I wanted to think about. It was certainly not something I ever wanted to encounter again. And so I ignored it, hoping it would go away.</div>
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A few years passed, so long that I had almost forgotten about the Thing and the defeat and the terror it had caused me. But then I was again pulled back into that same crystal-clear setting sometime around 1980... This time, I was better prepared - though to be honest I could think of no reason why <b><i><u>I</u></i></b> had been singled out to do battle with something that was light years beyond my own abilities. Though I had trained heavily in martial arts for several years by this time, I was no fool. Even the most proficient martial artist would be no match for what amounts to an invisible opponent, one comprised of the pixels of Evil Intent itself. As my first martial arts teacher once said, "You can't fight the devil with a toothpick." Funny, since neither he nor I believed in "the devil," but the sentiment was clear and absolutely true. So when the Thing moved against me in this second encounter, I lay down the dagger and said out loud, "If it was your intent to kill me, would I not already be dead?"</div>
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The entity paused, but didn't stop its advance - though I did sense that it might have been considering my words. Then it was dark again, and Orlando was reeling me in, back into the safety of my own bed, my own body, somewhere in the stagnant suburbia of San Diego. I mumbled something that amounted to a thank you. Orlando only harrumphed. "If you die, so do I," he said as if it should have been obvious. "Self-preservation is a powerful motivator." And then he, too, was gone, leaving behind only the sharp echo of his words.</div>
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Time passed again. Over the years in between Then and Now, I engaged my path with heart fully, beginning in 1988 and continuing to this day. I studied the works of Carlos Castaneda, and found that they validated many of my own experiences, including my interaction with what the Toltecs call "the double." I applied myself to the healing arts, the mystical arts, and spent the next 20 years or so in what amounted to a self-imposed state of monkhood - reading, learning, practicing, applying the knowledge to my life, being particularly drawn toward the mystery which is the double. Wrote about it extensively in my first book (<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Quantum-Shaman-Diary-Nagual-Woman-ebook/dp/B003GDI73A/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8" target="_blank">Quantum Shaman</a>), and experienced so many magnificently strange things that I finally defeated the programming that tells us our dreams and visions are impossible, and insists that only the Real World exists. Sounds easy, perhaps, but it's the hardest thing any of us ever have to do - but it is also the <i>only</i> thing that gives us our freedom and awakens us to our own power.</div>
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Then, last night - the early morning hours of May 12, 2018 - I was drawn back to that Dreaming again, into the same eerie setting that looked like something out of a scratchy celluloid commercial from the late 1950s. This time, I found myself in one of the dilapidated motel units - unit #9 to be precise. In the context of this dream, my mother was still alive (though she passed of natural causes in 2006). It was known to me that she had been living in this unit, but now the dark entity stood between her and myself. It was playing a wicked game of hide-and-seek this time - condensing itself down to the size of a little boy, hiding in the shadows, trying to lure me to come in and chase after it.</div>
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Instead, I called out to my mother, but there was no answer. Intuitively, I knew this was not because any real harm had come to her, but because the entity wanted me to <i>think</i> it had harmed her. It wanted to anger me. It wanted to get an emotional response rather than an impeccable one. It wanted me to come into its domain, into the darkness where <i>it </i>held all the power. This continued for several minutes, until I finally said to It, "I'm not going to chase you because I don't want you jumping out at me (my attempt to lure <i>it</i> into making a false move). If you want to play, come out and show yourself."</div>
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After awhile, I felt a movement in the darkness, like a cold wind sneaking in through a crack in the window. When it emerged and once again projected the full force of its Evil Intent toward me, I literally felt myself transform in an instant. The dagger I had been holding had become a single white rose. My own body was taller, more ethereal, and most definitely male. I was the double. I <i>was</i> Orlando. Though I could not physically see the entity, I laid the rose at its feet and only then realized there were tears in my eyes. In Orlando's voice, I heard myself say to the entity, "I am sorry for whatever happened to make you what you are."</div>
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Watching Netflix tonight with Wendy when a very old lamp in my room came on all by itself and began to flicker erratically. Since I had received a shiny new K-2 meter for xmas, I whipped it out and it registered a mid-level EM-field. Tested it against other devices in the room, nada. Just the lamp. Over the course of the evening, the light remained on at a low level (it's a 3-way), flickering from time to time.</div>
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The light lasted perhaps 1-2 full minutes, accompanied by an odd "warbling" sound somewhat like one of the old-style British sirens, but at a much faster speed. When the sound stopped, the light seemed to "fold" into itself and went out altogether. The kittens had run under the bed and stayed there until morning. I considered joining them, but chose instead to stare out the screen door into the night, wondering... wondering.</div>
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<br />It was recently brought to my attention that some are teaching the idea that warrior-seekers have more than one double. And while it is true that the double can take on many forms and manifestations, it's been my experience and observation that the double is simply the other half of the warrior - with the word "double" implying <i>two </i>and not dozens or hundreds despite what our initial observations might try to tell us.<br />
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For example, when I first started out on this journey I was probably about 6 years old - long before I realized there <i>was</i> a path or a journey, but was simply compelled and propelled to seek that "something else" - my double took the appearance of a character from a very old black-and-white tv show. The explorer. The adventurer. The one never settled but always moving, seeking something just out of reach. I've written extensively about this in my first book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Quantum-Shaman-Diary-Nagual-Woman/dp/0989693848/ref=asap_bc?ie=UTF8" target="_blank">Quantum Shaman</a>, for anyone who might want more detailed accounts.<br /><br />As I grew older, at about age 11, the paradigm of the double morphed into a different character, but with the same general characteristics. A loner among humans. But still a traveler. An explorer of the vast unknown. Over the years, my double changed several times until he eventually settled into the persona I call, simply, Orlando. Still the mystery man and the magician, the traveler and the sage, but now an eternal being (an immortal, if you prefer) who moves in and out of the unknown with the same ease we would move in and out of an open door. He is the teacher and the inspiration, the motivation. He is the dreamer and the dreamed - and though he might <i>appear</i> slightly different than that initial paradigm so loved by a 6-year-old child, the <i>essence</i> of him is the same. The One who is many who is still and only The One.<br />
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Humans (even otherwise advanced warriors) try to explain it by claiming we have many doubles, or the double exists before we are born, but for anyone with direct personal experience and <i>seeing</i>, the double is the self in eternity - the energetic vessel of our awareness. Having "many doubles" would result in being very fragmented., Can't very well inhabit the totality of yourself if you're split into dozens of pieces.<br />
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What I've discovered is that "the self dreams the double" is what amounts to the warrior's beginnings on the path. We long for something "more" and we even intuit that it exists (or that it <i>can</i> exist). This longing is comparable to what we feel when looking at the stars - the sense of wonder, the love of the Earth, the embrace of the mysterious nagual. This is how we dream the double - until it becomes our Intent to manifest our longing into an actuality that defies explanation. That actuality is the double. Once the double becomes its own assemblage point (and it does have a "life of its own") it could be said that the double begins dreaming the warrior - in the sense that double and self have formed a pact to seek Knowledge and Freedom.<br />
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Because the double is not limited by time but can move freely throughout the space-time continuum, it can experience hundreds or thousands of "other lives" (what humans mistakenly call "past lives"). They aren't "past" - they are all happening right now, simultaneously, within the hologram of All That Is - but because humans seem to need this idea of "time" to sort experience, there is a tendency to think in terms of past, present, future.<br />
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In reality, the double is the vessel that moves through the All, acquiring knowledge and experience which would be impossible for the mortal warrior. The warrior can't very well go live a lifetime or ten in ancient Greece or on the dark side of an Antarean moon, but the double can and does.<br />
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Through silent knowing, dreaming, meditation and so forth, the double then "dreams" the warrior - by communicating the experiences s/he has gathered along the way. Sometimes we remember the other self (we remember specifics, that is). Most times, we don't recall these things on a conscious level, but as with everything else in life, the "quasi-memories of the other self" are stored in the brain/mind and can be accessed with the proper tools & disciplines. When the double & self fully conjoin (usually but not always at the time of mortal "death") the "two" become One under a single assemblage point which contains the full knowledge & awareness of both (ergo... totality of oneself). This is also the state of what I have personally come to call the singularity of consciousness.<br />
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<br />Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-16792956032367825722017-11-23T11:38:00.004-08:002017-11-23T12:09:43.328-08:00The Four Allies<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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While clarity is the second enemy according to Castaneda, it's also the second ally. Without clarity, humans tend to mistake the finger pointing at the moon for the moon itself. When a warrior encounters something unexpected or unknown, it's important to look at it without all the programming & reality filters that can cloud our judgment and lead to erroneous conclusions.Be willing to let go of your belief systems in order to perceive the actuality of What Is.<br /></div>
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<i><b>A Message From the Shaman's Double</b></i><br />___________<br />
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The art of gnosis is a poetic connection of energy between the self and the double. It is often not enough to think in terms of an energy body or a dreaming body, for those are only words that do not convey the significance of the connection itself.<br />
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I am made of dreams spanning a lifetime of lifetimes. Each moment of your mortal existence spins me closer to Wholeness, and each moment of my eternity brings us closer to a conjoining that will unite past and future, space and time, no-thing and every-thing that either of us has ever conceived in all of our infinite manifestations. You are the river. I am the sea. You are the singer. I am the song. You are the spark. I am the eternal flame.<br />
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And so we dance around this peculiar thing known as Life, each of us knowing that Life is neither the beginning nor the end, but only the middle ground upon which we may look at one another for a time through the lens of perception. It is through this Dreaming that we move toward one another. What do you want me to be? Shall I be a poet or a king, a peasant or a pawn? How you Dream me determines our totality, you see. And so I encourage you to be always dreaming me as if each dream is the first, for in the scheme of things, it is. Each dream is a lifetime, and each lifetime is a fragment of the whole self, and all these fragments are dreaming toward one another because this is how the dance is done, these are the steps of the magnificent cotillion that bring us always one step closer to that final dance on the head of that infinite pin, where all the individual aspects of the Self finally collide to become One - the singularity of awareness that is, simply... you, me, and all the infinite beings who have slipped past the eagle to be free.<br />
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Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-78395792149355755152017-05-21T08:03:00.000-07:002017-05-21T08:24:33.647-07:00The Dark Enlightenment<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>"One of the darkest truths of this dark enlightenment<br />is that all too often it is friction that ignites the spark </i></div>
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This is a path of dark enlightenment.<br />
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<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtIp71beZcg/WSGnBsfe8bI/AAAAAAAAB1k/mCBHvAMsTc4EjSuC11-sf8odJshgmPxlACLcB/s1600/right%2Bwrong.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="117" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XtIp71beZcg/WSGnBsfe8bI/AAAAAAAAB1k/mCBHvAMsTc4EjSuC11-sf8odJshgmPxlACLcB/s320/right%2Bwrong.jpg" width="320" /></a> And immediately, the reader has some impression that tells her it isn’t the path for her. The mere use of the word “dark" conjures up images contrary to what we want to believe is “right” or “wrong”. In the long run, to say this is a path of dark enlightenment is more accurately saying that it is not a path to be undertaken by those looking for fluffy, frilly, sweetness and light explanations or exercises that guarantee not to usurp more than 5 minutes of your valuable time. A true evolution of consciousness doesn’t respond to 5 minutes a day any more than a successful career is built on 5 minutes a day. It is not a journey for those looking only for validation of their existing beliefs and an I’m-okay-you’re-okay justification for their weaknesses. It isn’t a path that will tell you there are guardian angels looking over your shoulder, but a path which will show you that you are ultimately your own guardian, your own angel, your own destruction, or your own evolution.<br />
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This journey isn't just a way of looking at life, but the way in which we choose to live, and as such it requires an unbending commitment to the Self.<br />
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People want to be told that it’s okay to smoke today as long as you intend to quit tomorrow. It’s okay to sit in front of the tv 7 nights a week as long as you go to church for an hour on Sunday morning. It’s okay to bury oneself utterly in one’s job or hobbies, because that’s what’s expected of productive members of society, and yet still think of oneself as a deeply spiritual person by virtue of having read the first chapter of <i>The Four Agreements</i>.<br />
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Of course, this isn't to say we can't find pleasure in the pleasures of life. It's the dissipation and self-indulgence that are our greatest enemies. For example, as I have said before, I'm not living the life of a monk with some glassy-eyed stare. On the other hand, one way I avoid the glassy-eyed stare is also by not living the traditionally normal life of the consensual reality. Going to a movie - even a really bad movie - might give me some things to think about. On the other hand, immersing myself in mindless television night after night would insure that I <i>never</i> think. So it's a matter of making the impeccable choice.<br />
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Knowing that we are creatures who thrive on pleasure and shun pain, it is our nature to feed the one and avoid all avenues leading to the other. And yet, what's important is not to confuse pain with hard work on the spiritual realm. It's our definitions that rule us every bit as much as how we apply ourselves to our individual journeys toward evolution. If we choose to define "pain" as anything requiring effort, we have fallen victim to the lowest common denominator of what it means to be human. While I generally have no use for slogans, there's something to be said for the idea of "no pain, no gain." We can no more expect our immortal "soul" to be healthy through neglect than we could expect our bodies to be healthy if we too much fast food, drink too much whiskey, and exercise only by raising the fork from the plate to the mouth.<br />
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We have to do the <i>work</i>, and it is a moment-to-moment, day-to-day mindset that guides us to always be making the choices that will further our cohesive consciousness instead of detracting from it.<br />
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Whenever we succumb to our lowest common denominator, whenever we decide, "Well, I'm only human," we have admitted defeat before ever taking the first step on the path. Whenever we decide to live down to that lowest common denominator instead of living up to our highest potential, we are consigning ourselves to the dust, and this is clearly not impeccable.<br />
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But impeccability requires hard work, and that's not what anybody wants to hear. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear when I first talked to Orlando and he began by asking one simple question: “Who are you?”<br />
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The answer I gave at the time was some pathetic recitation of what I believed to be a very impressive list. “I’m a professional writer. I’m in a relationship that’s lasted for 20 years. I’m a martial artist and a horsewoman and a real estate agent.”<br />
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<a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--v9RtqS8nR8/WSGoCcmrV6I/AAAAAAAAB1w/6p7eVJp_8IE0bsyWRO5CqfTHJBDx32v7gCLcB/s1600/who%2Bare%2Byou.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="228" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/--v9RtqS8nR8/WSGoCcmrV6I/AAAAAAAAB1w/6p7eVJp_8IE0bsyWRO5CqfTHJBDx32v7gCLcB/s320/who%2Bare%2Byou.jpg" width="320" /></a>To which Orlando replied, “Yes, I’m sure all of those things are true, but they’re what you <i>do</i>. Who would you be if there were no more books to write, if your relationship were to end tomorrow, if you could no longer be involved in martial arts or horsemanship, if you did not define yourself by your job? Who are <i>you</i>, Della?”<br />
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I could not answer. And it was that single question which launched me on this dark and treacherous journey. I call it dark because it is not a traditional path. It cannot be called a path to enlightenment alone, for I’ve discovered that light can only be perceived from the darkness. Without the existence of the darkness, light itself would not exist. And, ultimately, to deny the darkness within ourselves is to deny at least half of who we are. We are yin and we are yang, and another dark truth is that it will take both working together in balance and harmony to propel us into our evolution of consciousness. Why? Because it is often from the so-called dark side of the human soul that our strongest motivation comes. If we are not hungry, we have no reason to hunt or farm and so we perish. If we do not experience fear when presented with danger, we fail to run or fight and so become prey for predators, whether human or otherwise.<br />
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But perhaps most importantly, if we do not feel real grief when we stare our own mortality in the face, we have absolutely no reason to want to live forever - if not in physical manifestation, then through the energetic vessel of the double, as a singularity of consciousness. Unconditional love is the primary motivating force behind this journey. The love I have for life, for all its beauty, and for the ones with whom I share this journey is so profound that I am compelled to turn over every proverbial rock in search of an answer that might allow us to continue this wondrous existence into infinity. So in that way, it is truly love which motivates the journey, yet without turning to face the opposite side of love (loss), we live in a false and an all too temporal garden.<br />
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Sadly, most people simply will not look at the darkness at all, and it's interesting to note that one of the primary programs currently being uploaded into all of us in this Western culture teaches us to live for the right now, grab what pleasure we can, to hell with the environment, to hell with tomorrow. The results of this are obvious. We live in a fast food world of indescribable pollution, irreparable damage to the planet, destruction of the rain forests, the extinction of thousands of species due to Man's greed, and horrors so heinous no sane individual can look at them head on and not feel outraged, horrified and overwhelmed. We've lost respect for ourselves as a species, and so most people don't even look at what they're doing or what they can do, turning instead to the false security of inane sitcoms or organized religions. (Is there really any difference?)<br />
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What can we do about it? On an individual everyday level, we have to acknowledge the problems before we can even begin to solve them, and that's a matter of each and every person making a commitment to themselves in whatever manner they feel appropriate. On a more spiritual level, we have to turn and see the darkness before we can even begin to realize what's at stake. We have to acknowledge that we can lose the very air we breathe before we have any real motivation to change our behavior. But more than that, on a far, far deeper level, we have to acknowledge that we can lose the <i>Self</i> - the very <i>I-Am</i> consciousness - before we will find any reason to turn off the t.v., get up off the church pew, turn off the computer, and go take a long look in our own mirror, asking ourselves the first question:<br />
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"Who are you, Self?"<br />
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I once said to a fellow traveler that it has taken 10 billion years of collective evolution for the atoms of my being to come together in exactly this manner which I recognize as "Della". I have no conscious awareness of having existed before, and though I realize a great many people subscribe to the ideas of "reincarnation," I see little evidence for its existence beyond a mere molecular level. Yes, the "molecules" of Marie Antoinnette and the Marquis de Sade are still here. They have always been here and always will be. Perhaps there are even ingrams of sentience still attached to some of those energetic molecules, thus we might have a "feeling" that we were once part of Marie Antoinnette and mistake that feeling for some sort of proof that we live again, when in actuality it's only a recurrence of the molecules and not a recurrence of old Marie herself.<br />
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Each of us has within ourselves the molecules of eternity. We might just as well say we were once a tyrannosaurus rex as to say we were once Cleopatra or Queen Elizabeth I. Both are equally true. Both are equally irrelevant to the survival of our individual consciousness, the "I Am" we are right now.<br />
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I offer these ideas not to open a debate, for those who Truly Believe in reincarnation will not be swayed from that belief system any more than a true Christian can acknowledge that perhaps Jesus <i>found</i> the way, the truth and the life, but he himself was <i>not</i> the way, the truth and the life for anyone aside from himself. I offer these ideas, instead, in the hopes of encouraging every seeker to turn and really look into their own mirror and see what will be lost if we don't evolve. It's <i>you</i>. All that you are. All that you love. All that you have ever seen or experienced or known.<br />
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In the movie, <i>Blade Runner,</i> Roy Batty makes an incredible speech as he sits poised on the rooftop, on the edge of the abyss, knowing he is about to die.<br />
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<i>I've seen things you people wouldn't believe.<br />Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion.<br />I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate.<br />All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.<br />Time to die.</i></div>
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This is the voice of consciousness railing at its own mortality, and until each of us turns and looks in our mirror to confront what will be lost like tears in the rain, perhaps we are depriving ourselves of our strongest human potential - the potential to choose and embrace our own evolution of consciousness into eternity.<br />
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How is this done? That's the question and that's the journey. But without first asking that question, without first confronting that the thing we stand to lose is the Self, no journey is possible. Until we grieve our own mortality and go to our own funeral, we exist in the comfortable world of illusions, safe in our individual temporal garden. So in that way, the old legends of being thrown out of Eden might have some value as allegory. Until we stand naked before ourselves, tiny insignificant creatures looking out at a vast and infinite void, we simply have no reason to take action.<br />
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Of course, part of the journey is coming to recognize that we are really not the tiny, insignificant creatures we have been programmed to think. For on the other side of that "dark" molecular structure is the realization that we are far more than any tyrannosaurus rex or Marie Antoinnette or QEII. We are the entire universe, for the simple reason that we are comprised of exactly the same star stuff as the universe itself, and the universe is imbued with sentience. We can become eternally conscious if we can figure out the puzzle. Or we can surrender our atoms - but far more horrifically, we will surrender our very <i>consciousness</i> - back into that void if we don't evolve.<br />
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The sentient universe is neither loving nor hateful. It is neither god nor devil. It simply exists, containing all possibilities. What determines which of those possibilities actually go through the formality of actually occurring is entirely up to the Creator. There is only One Creator.<br />
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You are The One.<br />
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New age enthusiasts like to refer to humans as “beings of light”. And yet, these are only hollow words, for as much as we are moved by beauty or art, we are equally as affected, perhaps even thrilled in a negative sense by extreme ugliness or the human capacity for destruction. In fact, we are far more likely as a species to watch the latest video of the bombing of (fill in the blank) than we would be to tune in to PBS to see the collected works of the great masters simulcast with Mozart or even Pink Floyd. In short, we are creatures of darkness every bit as much as we long to be “beings of light”, and it is the two halves of our souls working in creative balance that will eventually enable us to answer that question: Who are you?<br />
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That isn’t to say this is a path that promotes negativity or dark thoughts. But neither does it attempt to downplay those parts of ourselves by pretending they don’t exist, or by trying to disguise them as flaws to be overcome. We are human, and as such we are as much enthralled by an airplane crash as by the flight of the eagle, and there is a very good reason for this. We perceive in opposites - light/dark, good/evil, black/white, on/off, true/false, life/death, pain/pleasure. Without juxtaposition of perception, we cannot begin any real exploration. So to those so-called "wisdom methods" coming into current popularity which teach "only the light" or encourage participants to "banish the darkness" within themselves... I would advise you to run like hell, for the bottom line is that any teaching which encourages us to ignore literally half of our perceptions is not a teaching we can afford, for it is a method that is attempting to re-program us into acknowledging half of what we truly are. Without friction, the wheel still won't turn.<br />
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Though I once thought myself rather odd and even completely out of step with my fellow humans, I have come to realize that many, many people in this world are simply “plugged in” to a leaning toward autumn over spring, a love of night over day, a preference for the minor-keyed melodies over Sousa marches, a case of feeling more alive on a rainy night than a sunny afternoon. And since researching shamanism, I have come to understand that some of these tendencies are simply part of what is referred to by Arnold Mindell, Michael Harner and others as a “shamanic personality” or “shamanic initiate."<br />
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It is a case of hearing a different drummer, and many of us who choose to dance to his rhythm often find ourselves in the position of being seen as witches, heathen, devil-worshippers, or simply “weirdos” in the eyes of our consensual society peers. In reality, of course, it’s all a matter of perception. A witch is nothing more than a healer or someone who seeks to use all the tools of perception with which the human organism has been gifted – call it magic or sorcery or simply self-empowerment.A heathen is only someone with whom we ourselves do not agree as to ideology. And in order to worship the “devil” I would have to believe in the traditional version of “god”, so to my perceptions, assigning such labels to someone drawn to the shamanic path is ludicrous.<br />
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Reality is perception. The world will see us how it will. We will see the world through the eyes of our own perception. They will seldom if ever be in agreement.<br />
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I walk this darker path because it is the only road to enlightenment I have ever seen. I was raised in a strict Southern Baptist environment, and as a result was exposed to Christian philosophy and theology all my life. Two of my uncles were ministers. And despite all of this, despite my (somewhat unwilling) baptism at age 7 and my wholehearted attempts to believe in God as a means to salvation, I suspect that the brains this so-called “god” gave me prevented such a system of blind faith from ever taking hold because it is counter-productive to self-survival.<br />
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I’ve often said to my Christian friends that if god exists, surely he gave us this grand computer on our shoulders to use in order to better ourselves, in order to evolve to be more than we were when we came into this world, to become more than the sum of our chemical and mental processes. In short, if god exists at all, he gave us the ability to evolve – not by waiting for him to save us, but so that we could save ourselves.<br />
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One of my most profound shamanic visions came one night in meditation. It revealed to me that the Universe (what some would call "god" or "nature" or "the all") gave all she had when she sprang into being in the first place. Nothing was withheld. The Universe gave us the blueprint for eternity, for the Universe herself is struggling to evolve in all possible ways - to become greater than the sum of her parts, greater than the combined consciousness of all her individual lifeforms stretching backward and forward into infinity. The Universe is struggling for eternal cohesion of consciousness, just as those of us on this journey are.<br />
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And in her bid to evolve, she gave each of us our highest potential, building it into us through the molecular structure of "reality" itself. It was crystal clear to me - the Universe withheld nothing. What this means, quite simply, is that we are on our own, but with all the power of the Universe imprinted onto us down to a sub-atomic level. In other words, in that grand burst of energy that caused the very Universe to spring into existence out of whatever nothingness had existed before, everything was used. No sentience was withheld to function as "god".<br />
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The universe won't interfere in the affairs of man...<br />
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Before anything we currently think of as being part of the universe existed, there was only an immense void – a nothingness, the abyss, a black hole which had gathered into itself all matter and energy. It was all there was. Yet from the nothing – literally a thought which created itself in an act of spontaneous parthenogenesis – the “universe” sprang into being. A thought creating itself because it wanted/needed to exist as an entity separate from the void. It required identity. In essence, it demanded life, yet the only way for it to achieve life was to create itself from the nothing and hurl itself out in all directions, a sudden sentience breaking apart from whatever non-reality had held it previously. Because it was a thought/creation of will, it created itself with perfection – i.e., it gave itself all possibilities needed for survival and, even moreso, it gave itself and its component parts (all of those parts, including us) the ability to evolve in order to adapt to changing circumstances within its own continuum.<br />
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If we think of the void as containing all of matter/energy, then the universe is the stage of time – and both together create the continuum of space/time and matter/energy. Before the universe existed, it was perhaps contained inside a single particle no larger than an atom – yet from that single component sprang all of creation, willed into being because the “entity” we recognize as the universe had to expand beyond the sum of its individual parts – i.e., it had to evolve to be more than it was before, much like an infant being born.<br />
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In its creation, it gave all the beings who would eventually exist within itself the ability to continue through evolution – for the ironic thing about the creation of the universe is that it gave all it had. <b><i> It won’t interfere in the affairs of man because it can’t.</i></b> There is nothing left of “it” except all these individual components that comprise the all – so, in other words, there is no “intelligence” sitting outside the universe who can intervene in its destiny. In its original creation, it used all its “parts” to create the whole – which also means that it used its full intelligence, its whole awareness, its absolute will, and in doing so, it automatically created each individual “cell” of itself with those qualities. For that reason, each of us – whether man, animal, stone, vegetable, air or distant sun – has the “blueprint” for our own unique evolution. In creating itself to survive, the universe gave us the ability to evolve.<br />
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The problem is that the universe and all its individual components are at constant war with the void in that it’s the nature of the void to take back what came from it and it’s in the nature of the universe to avoid being taken. For example, through death, man is returned to the void. His consciousness would appear to be obliterated from this universe and, in time, even the flesh and bone turns to ash and the ash deteriorates to atoms. Beyond that, Man cannot perceive.<br />
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The only way to avoid such a fate is for each individual creature to create its own continuity in the same way the universe seemingly created itself from the void. We must strive to become our own individual continuum, expanding beyond the reach of the stage we currently inhabit – i.e., we must create our own continuity by saying – willing “I Am”, just as the universe itself originally detached itself from the void when it sprang into being from the nothingness.<br />
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It seems inconceivable that the universe came from anything but a thought, an incredible force of need/will breaking free of whatever “reality” held it together before its “birth”. Because we are part of that creation springing from the same exact molecular “source”, we also possess that same strength of will within ourselves – the will to survive, to be more than mere “fate” has sanctioned us to be by virtue of existing within the known universe. Just as the known universe must have existed within whatever continuum previously held it, so do we exist within<i> it</i>, but just as the universe had to break free of the void in order to achieve its own separate continuity, so must we break free of the known universe if we intend to evolve/survive beyond it.<br />
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As parents, we teach our children survival skills. We don’t tell them to jump in the river without knowing how to swim, and rely on mommie and daddy to save them, or to carry them to heaven after they are dead. If we are truly loving parents, we teach the children to swim so that they can save themselves. Surely the Universe would do no less for her children.<br />
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Evolution through intent and will is the swimming lesson.<br />
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Years ago when I first began actively pursuing this path, it was my belief that a state of enlightenment or being awakened would result in what amounted to total inner peace. Right. So much for false belief systems.<br />
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A few days ago, corresponding with an old friend, we were comparing inventories with regard to the notions of enlightenment. Not surprisingly, her list and mine were virtually identical in many respects.
With that said, here's some of a list I compiled a couple of years ago. When I dug it out of the mothballs of cyberspace, I was somewhat surprised to find that not much has changed in those 2 years, so it would seem that "awakening" does appear to be a state-of-mind/being that, once achieved, doesn't change very much, other than to expand from its own foundation.<br />
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1. I walk through life now looking more at the scenery than the inhabitants - i.e., on long drives I am focused on the mountains, the weather, thoughts of the infinite, which leads to...<br />
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2. The human world has lost all meaning, if it ever had any.<br />
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3. There is nothing I truly long to do with regard to humanform activities. I have no desire to travel (because all destinations are within myself, therefore no real reason to leave home). I have no interest in writing the Great American Novel (so it stands to reason I'm a better writer now than pre-enlightenment, but now I have nothing I want or need to communicate...) The cornerstone of enlightenment is irony.<br />
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4. All "causes" have lost all meaning, with the exception of what I do personally and individually. I would rescue a lost kitten if it crossed my path, for example, but I would not go out and join causes as I might have done in the past.<br />
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5. I used to think I could get through to people if only I could explain myself better. This was a demon w/ my MIL in particular. Now, I no longer care if they "get me" or not. A sub-category of this observation would be... no one really cares and no one is really listening. Anyone who says otherwise is probably trying to sell you something.<br />
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6. There is a sense of isolation even when in the company of those closest to me, particularly as I watch them move further and further from enlightenment, moving deeper and deeper into "the agreement". I find myself torn between wanting to pull them back onto the path, yet knowing that anything I say might as well be said to ghosts, to an idea, a fictional character. The world at large cannot hear me, for I am the ghost<br />
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7. I marvel at the ignorance of humans. Particularly as it relates to religion. They are content to believe in God(s), but take no interest in matters of their own spirit.<br />
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8. Prior to enlightenment, I always believed it would result in a state of well-being and a perpetual smile. Not so. I am still the same person, just more disconnected from the hive. No perpetual bliss, no eternal torment. Just a different manner of looking at the world through the same eyes. Clarity without any great need to fix anything.<br />
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9. Nothing really matters, but everything is significant.<br />
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10. The flaw in the human program is that the program itself is utterly flawed. This especially pertains to mortality. By the time we are old enough or wise enough to receive "enlightenment", we are closer to the end than to the beginning.<br />
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11. If life has any meaning, it is the manifestation of spiritual evolution. What does that mean? I <i>see</i> it as a permanent shift of the assemblage point to what might be an inorganic state of infinite awareness. Jury's still out. Ergo, at present, life has no profound meaning other than existence itself and the pursuit of evolution.<br />
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I'm sure there are other observations could make, but... see #2 above.
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<br />Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-82770276071999526562017-01-23T14:31:00.000-08:002017-01-23T14:31:57.294-08:00You Can Lead A Sheeple to Knowledge...<a href="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmcin07VHco/WIZRMbL1OyI/AAAAAAAABxk/L2R5F9-ip_Ix9Q8m17U0j5g_AM2TVAsUQCLcB/s1600/sheep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tmcin07VHco/WIZRMbL1OyI/AAAAAAAABxk/L2R5F9-ip_Ix9Q8m17U0j5g_AM2TVAsUQCLcB/s320/sheep.jpg" width="213" /></a>"You can lead a sheeple to Knowledge, but you can't make him think." (Some random thoughts on the end of the world.)<br />
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Some days what I <i>really</i> need is a 6-pack of assholes and a hammer. (Oh, dear, did you <i>really</i> just say that out loud?) Not out loud, but I said it on cyberpaper, so take it as you will and run away in terror if you need trigger warnings, because you won't be getting any today (or any other day) on my pages, and this post in particular is not going to adhere to any paradigm of political correctness, appropriate language, or positive thinking.<br />
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This post is about telling the truth as I have come to see it, and letting the chips fall where they may. It's about being authentic as opposed to placating. It's about being who I-Am instead of pretending to be who you might want me to be.<br />
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Nowhere to start except somewhere in the middle. So I'll start at the end instead and work my way backwards. Got an email this morning from a well-meaning friend which read, "Della, you are a respected spiritual leader, and I don't think you should be saying a lot of the things you've been saying on your Facebook timeline lately because it comes across as very negative and angry and most people don't want to hear it. I'm only telling you this because I love you and value your friendship, and I don't want to see you lose friends because of your comments about politics and religion."<br />
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Wow. Where to start on <i>that</i>. Well, to begin with, I don't consider myself any sort of "respected spiritual leader." If anything, I'm just a writer who has produced <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Della-Van-Hise/e/B003ZOK75G/ref=dp_byline_cont_book_1" target="_blank">several books</a> about my journey from imbecile to enlightened crone, and who's to say if enlightenment really exists at all, or if it's only one more step on the ladder of bootstrap evolution? But here's the thing - even if I <i>were</i> a respected spiritual leader, I didn't get there by blowing pink smoke up anyone's ass just to see them giggle while the world was burning right behind them.<br />
<br />I suffer from the dark flaw of being brutally honest with people (usually not with strangers, but anyone who belongs to one of my groups or forums), and sometimes that doesn't end well because far too many "seekers" I know aren't really looking to evolve, or even to practice what they claim to believe. Most are only looking for feel-goodisms in the form of memes on the internet, and for someone to tell them "ever-thaaang's gonna be awright" even though the wolves are at the door and the fat lady has been singing since the first Tuesday in November.<br />
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And while some so-called "spiritual leaders" are willing to give you a cyberhug and assure you you're in their thoughts and prayers, I've found that in the <i>big</i> picture, it can be far more useful to actually allow ourselves to experience those so-called "dark emotions" from time to time, because no <i>real</i> change ever came from silence and obedience, but from a willingness to step out of the shadows and say in a loud voice, "I'm mad as hell and I'm not going to take it anymore!"<br />
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Point here is that I don't waste a lot of time with so-called trigger warnings or trying to coddle the overly sensitive special snowflakes who wander onto my Facebook page from time to time, and who seem to think everything must be couched in terms of kittens and free love and unicorns crapping rainbow sherbet, when the reality (especially over the past few months since the election) is that the world appears to be comprised of far more snakes and hatred and corrupt politicians crapping acid - and trying to sugar coat it with sentiments such as "putting America first". And <i>that's</i> about as useful as tits on a bull.<br />
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Are you still there?<br />
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If you are, good. If not, that's perfectly okay, too.<br />
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Anyone who has been on a path toward a personal evolution of consciousness for <i>any</i> length of time knows that the first step is pulling the plug on all those frilly programs that try to protect us or, even worse, try to <i>blind</i> us to the fact that 99% of all those programs are written by politicians and religious leaders and "learned men with letters after their name" - not for any noble purpose, but always and forever for their own agenda. And - n<i>ow please pay attention here so I don't have to get the flying monkeys</i> - those agendas are <i>not</i> in your best interest, despite what you've been told, and every time you buy into one of them, you set yourself further and further back with regard to your own goals. Not just your goals for your spiritual path, but your goals for your <i>life</i>.<br />
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Let's get real here. A <i>lot</i> of people are <i>very</i> angry and afraid right now, and with good reason. Telling them to "suck it up" or "get over it" or "grow a pair" really isn't helpful or at all realistic. The USA hasn't been this divided since the Civil War, even though there have been huge divisions in our people during the Vietnam War, the Civil Rights movement, and other internal conflicts along the way. Maybe a lot of racists, bigots and warmongers told the protesters in these movements to suck it up and get over it, but that only went to demonstrate their own ignorance, intolerance and - frankly - stupidity.<br />
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Be that as it may, we live in a time of great conflict at the moment, where both "sides" believe they are right, and neither side has even the most remote possibility of winning. In short, no matter what the outcome of this current situation, none of it will make one iota of difference in a million years. Agent Orange will either blow up the world or he won't. We will either be taken over by corporate greed or we won't. We will either survive... <i>or we won't. </i>Either way, <i>if</i> there are future humans still in existence to look back on our foibles, they will probably laugh at us and wonder how in all the collective worlds we didn't <i>see</i> this coming.<br />
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Truth is... some of us <i>did. </i>And yet... <b style="font-style: italic;">No single voice is loud enough to be heard around the world unless it is amplified by the corruption of politics or the fairy tale beliefs of religion.</b><br />
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Long before the election, those of us who might be termed *seers* (or simply not bigots, racists, homophobes or misogynists) were shouting as loud as anyone can on social media and in the streets and wherever anyone <i>might</i> be listening; and yet despite the outright crimes of the man who eventually became president, those voices fell on the deaf ears of people who were afraid of losing their guns or afraid that gay marriage somehow threatened their outdated prejudices, or afraid that they would no longer be able to harass women or shoot doctors at abortion clinics, or just plain <i>afraid</i> that their bigotry and racism were about to be a thing of the past.<br />
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Those are the people who voted for <i>your</i> current president. (He certainly ain't mine.) And those are the <i>very</i> people who will probably be the <i>most</i> affected in a negative way as this administration proceeds down the road to hell. After all, it is affordable insurance that is being threatened, along with women's rights, LGBTQ rights, simple <i>human</i> rights, and even animal rights. (Never forget: Trump's son killing anything that moves in Africa.) Must make a father proud.<br />
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Don't get me started. (Too late.)<br />
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During an online discussion I expressed the opinion (and it was <i>only</i> an opinion) that perhaps the electoral college is outdated and should be abolished, in light of the fact that the world we live in <i>now</i> is not the same world we were living in when that same electoral college was created. And it was created by the founding fathers, just FYI, which will give you an idea of <i>just</i> how old it really is. Originally created "as a compromise between election of the President by a vote in Congress and election of the President by a popular vote of qualified citizens," it also served the purpose way-back-when of representing voters who were not able to get to whatever polling places existed due to extreme distances to travel or extreme weather conditions or whatever might have prevented someone from voting. In other words, the electoral college was originally designed to represent the people, but clearly that is no longer the case - particularly when a candidate actually <i>wins</i> the popular vote by a million or more votes, and yet still never takes office.<br />
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It was during a discussion about these facts that some know-it-all privileged white male in a steampunk get-up suggested, "You should take a civics class and pay better attention next time." At first, I could only laugh at the arrogant aggressiveness of someone who knows <i>nothing</i> about me or my education. But as the conversation progressed, I could only determine that he really didn't know any better, because this is how life has always been for him. Aside from being a geek (and not an endearing one like Sheldon Cooper), he also seemed to hold the opinion that his perception was <i>right</i> only because it followed certain "party lines" and because it was being expressed by a card-carrying member of someone who is a True Believer in the existing programs that govern the thinking and actions of anyone not ready, willing or able to step outside that box which is comprised of adherence to pre-existing belief systems that are - in many if not most cases - outdated and outrageous in the extreme.<br />
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My point was simply this: If we're going to <i>pretend</i> that "the people" have a voice in their government, then having an electoral college in today's world is like having a telephone system that consists of two cans tied together with a string. With technology as it exists today, the whole voting process is outdated, but the electoral college is actually an insult to the American people, in that it has <i>twice</i> now flown in the face of the popular vote, and installed what amounts to a dictator into the highest office in the country, and perhaps even in the world. Point being - the electoral college clearly does <i>not</i> represent the people, or the candidate who <i>won</i> the election would actually be in office. In this day and age, almost anyone can get to the polls, or if they can't, they can easily vote by mail. So trying to pretend the EC represents <i>anyone</i> other than its own agenda (and the candidate most willing to line the pockets of the electors and foreign powers) is just a travesty on the highest scale.<br />
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Fact is... I <i>did</i> take a Civics class. More than one. And I recall my professor saying the following in response to the dismay some class members expressed when discovering that this "process" actually <i>could</i> usurp the popular vote. "While that's always been a possibility, it's only happened twice in the history of the country and it's highly doubtful it will happen again in any of our lifetimes." Well, since that day in a hot and stuffy classroom, it's happened twice <i>more - </i>once in 2000 when Dubya lost the popular election but nonetheless became president, and again in 2016 when the Trumpkin lost the popular vote by a <i>huge</i> margin, but nonetheless bluffed and huffed his way into the White House.<br />
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Yes, I'm angry. Not because I voted for Hillary - I'm not a fan of her either, but I wasn't about to vote for a third-party candidate, which is tantamount to voting for Trump. In an ideal world, Bernie Sanders would have been the Democratic candidate, but as we all know, this ain't an ideal world. Certainly not anymore, if ever it was.<br />
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The <i>real</i> problem a lot of Americans now face (aside from the threat of thermonuclear war) is losing our insurance, losing our basic human rights, and being dragged into the dark ages by a regime that is far more "god-fearing" than rational. Last time I checked in that Civics class, there was supposed to be a separation of church and state, but I think it's fair to say that some of these current turkeys actually believe God is some guy with a long white beard sitting on a golden throne. And, oh, by the way, he's on "our side", and <i>just </i>as clearly none of those religious fanatics who now hold office ever read Mark Twain's "<a href="http://warprayer.org/" target="_blank">The War Prayer</a>."<br />
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But no matter.<br />
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I could go on. I could cite the warning signs that <i>clearly</i> existed long before the election, and I could even point out more than a dozen incidents in the Trumpkin's recent history that would curl the toenails of any sane human being, but... <i>You can lead the sheeple to Knowledge, but you can't make them think. </i><br />
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There's a lot more that needs to be said. And rest assured, I will eventually say it. But for now, it's time for some R&R while that's still an option.<br />
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To anyone I might have offended... sorry. (Not really.) Here's the thing about that: when someone accuses me of being "disrespectful" because of some words or ideas I have expressed, keep in mind that I respect people enough to treat them as adults and not as special snowflakes. I figure anyone who is <i>truly</i> interested in moving beyond their programs and pre-existing belief systems probably isn't going to be offended by an authentic and heartfelt rant (even if it doesn't agree with their philosophies). Personally, I'm much more likely to get uppity when someone insults my intelligence as opposed to if they bruise my ego. So next time, instead of telling me to go take a Civics class, why not just ask me outright if I already have. Don't assume. Don't be a passive-aggressive privileged white male just because you can.<br />
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And maybe - <i>just maybe</i> - listen to the voices on the wind and read the writing on the wall and think before you vote.<br />
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Then the rest of the world won't have to clean up your mess.<br />
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<b>November 17, 2002 (Florida)</b><br />
The south is a vista of tall oaks, Spanish moss and shadows that blow along the ground like curious inhabitants from another world – a far cry from the desert to which I have grown accustomed. Voodoo shops in New Orleans seem familiar somehow, and one of the handmade dolls created to snare tourists into a frenzy of souvenir buying winks up at me from a basket of otherwise lifeless brothers & sisters. Of course I purchased the little fellow, stuffed him in a bag of other items collected along the way, and will undoubtedly place him on a shelf somewhere to be forgotten, just one more haunted relic, a macabre curiosity to be commented upon long after I have faced the eagle. Folly manifested.<br />
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The odd thing about New Orleans was that as I walked down Canal Street with Wendy at my side, on our way to one of those touristy tours to all the famous haunted sites in the French Quarter, I found myself suddenly overwhelmed by the presence of an ally. And as I stood looking in a storefront replete with thousands of strands of Mardi Gras beads, tiny figurines in the shapes of jazz musicians and alligators, an androgynous voice whispered in my mind, “So… you’ve finally come home.” Interesting, since I had never been to New Orleans before that day.<br />
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But immediately upon hearing that voice, I knew the city as intimately as if I’d lived there all my life. Shops that had seemed alien and perhaps even foreboding moments before suddenly became familiar, and as we walked through the city that night, I somehow knew I was walking in my own footsteps, retracing a route I’d taken dozens of times before… in a life I never lived, in a parallel reality or alternate dimension. Or through the eyes of a ubiquitous Whole Self. Whatever the explanation, if it is even possible for such an explanation to exist in ordinary awareness, it was truly a remarkable experience, walking through this city as if it were my home, knowing intimately the texture of every stone and brick in St. Louis Cathedral, “remembering” a time not so long ago when I had walked these same streets in a different mortal guise, looking out through the eyes of some other self entirely, yet clearly the same self at an energetic level, at the level of awareness, consciousness.<br />
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I have no belief in past lives as the concept is commonly understood. Instead, what I have come to see is that <i>at</i> that level of ubiquitous consciousness, where there is the interconnectedness of all energy, some element of <i>Now</i> connected strongly and deeply to some element of <i>Then</i>, and a door opened between the two worlds. It would be possible, of course, to say this is simply the way things are everywhere… and yet I’ve never had an ally welcome me home to Albuquerque or El Paso or Atlanta. Why New Orleans? Who’s to say?<br />
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That night, back in our hotel room on Canal Street, I dreamt of a ghost in the mirror, a young man who was trying to tell me something, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. So he just smiled warmly and gave an elegant bow, blowing me a kiss through the looking glass.<br />
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In Florida, the rains come as soon as we cross the state line, like someone throwing a switch. Windshield wipers rattle an irregular yet monotonous rhythm as we drive through the night, sandwiched between 18-wheelers pushed along by grinning phantom drivers and a produce truck bearing the badly worn hand-painted lettering: “Bubba’s Auto Repair. Cars Fixed Cheap.”<br />
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My mother, well into her 80s, insists there is a devil. Not “a” devil, but <i>The </i>Devil. She tells me this as she fills out her tithe envelope to take to church in the morning – a tithe she cannot afford, given to an inanimate entity, a building, a mere mortal man who claims to be a messenger from heaven. Perhaps there is a devil after all. Perhaps, as Orlando has often said, the devil’s greatest trick was convincing the world he is God.<br />
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This afternoon, I drove with Wendy to the property where I grew up. Once a tiny town not even on any reputable map, now a six lane highway runs through the center of this thriving suburb. At first, I cannot even locate the property we once owned, for everything has become modernized, giant-sized, phantomized. Finally, after two passes, I realize that where our 10-unit motel once stood is now literally a small pond, complete with cattails and bullfrogs and aggressively creeping vines. Nature has taken the place back entirely. A tall chain link fence surrounds the property, and where the lake was once visible, trees have grown so thick and tall that only shadows know the location of land’s end. For all intents and purposes, what should have been a prime piece of real estate has been abandoned by time, reclaimed by the wild.<br />
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A little shiver passed through me, and for a moment I was 17 again. Knowing I would be leaving the following morning for Miami, probably never to live on that ground where I had grown up ever again, I sat at dusk with the spirit of the lake, listening to the water lapping at the side of a rowboat that was half-filled with stagnant water, a relic sinking back into the earth. My back was pressed against the rough bark of my favorite tree, and somewhere in the distance, somebody was playing an old guitar. Nothing ever seemed to change in that place, and so I closed my eyes and promised the spirit of the lake that no harm would ever come to her. No rich socialite would build a mock-plantation on her shore. No McDonald’s would spring up next to her. No one would ever despoil her beauty, I told her.<br />
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And at that time, in my 17-year-old teen-angst of moving away from home for the first time, I meant it.<br />
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So today when we pulled into what was once our driveway, I could only gaze in wonder at what had become of that promise, that secret, silent intent. Only a peaceful pond exists where buildings once stood, the very property itself permanently and irrevocably flooded. I smiled quietly to myself, then as the full implications of what I was witnessing hit me, I broke into laughter which was answered by an echo from deep in the sheltering shadows of the trees. The spirit of the lake seemed to share my amusement, and for a single moment, that door between Then and Now opened wide and there was no difference between that young girl and the laughing woman and the infinite.<br />
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<b>An Excerpt from "<a href="https://www.amazon.com/Questions-Along-Way-Conversations-Quantum-ebook/dp/B01A4MPLI4/ref=tmm_kin_swatch_0?_encoding=UTF8&qid=&sr=" target="_blank">Questions Along the Way</a>"</b><br />
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A seeker wrote:<br />
<i>It's easy enough to be a warrior and practice the right way to live in the serenity of my own home, but what about at work or when I'm forced to engage with my family and friends? Can we really be cohesive and whole and walk the path through the real world?</i><br />
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To me, that's what the path is - because, as Orlando pointed out years ago: "There is only one world, divided infinitely by perception." If we're one person at work and another at home and another at grandma's house for the holidays, we are fragmented and unwhole. And yet, as another seeker said...<br />
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As I awoke from a nap one afternoon, it was to the sound of fierce winds hammering at the house, rushing through the trees with such force that even a huge desert pine was threatening to snap, and slamming sand and debris against the window with such fury that it seemed the glass would surely shatter. It occurred to me that I <i>should</i> be worried, or I <i>should</i> be unhappy that a storm was blowing in, or I <i>should</i> get up and go see what needed to be secured. It was deep into dusk, and if I didn't act quickly, darkness would soon obscure my way.<br />
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"Be alarmed!" the voice of reason seemed to shout.<br />
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Instead, I simply lay there feeling exhilarated by the whole thing, listening to the voice of gnosis which whispered, <i>Eternity is in that wind.</i> It is not the wind nor the objects blown by the wind. It is the force behind the wind that is both calm and fierce, dark and light, life and death and everything in between. Yet it is none of those things - and therein lies its nature and its power.<br />
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Impossible to describe the mindset I had awakened into - but suffice to say it was where I most want to be in life - a state of ecstasy and detachment all at once. In that manifestation of the crack between the worlds - the perpetual dusk that must certainly reside at the end of all things - there were no worries, no concerns, no agendas. Dinner would wait. There were no wars to be fought, no disasters to divert, no immediate demands. My weenie dog was sleeping soundly at my side. Orlando was with me in a way that is impossible to describe - a tangible presence in the room, an essence of Spirit blown in on that magical wind.<br />
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For several minutes, I simply lay there absorbing it all - the actuality of silent knowing, the visceral reality of the crack between the worlds, and the serenity that came with simply Being a being who could perceive and experience the magnificence of it all - the violence of the wind, the eerie gold-grey light that hangs in the air after a sandstorm, the perfection of a single moment in all of time.<br />
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But eventually time drags us forward again, and even though a warrior takes those perfected moments with her into the world, there is nonetheless an undeniable speed bump that delineates the passage from one world to the other.<br />
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As I got up and peered out the window toward the west, it was easy to see the damage. A large lantern in our yard was blown over and shattered; trash littered the Joshua trees; and one of the light-up Christmas trees had been dislodged from its stakes and was rolling down the driveway like some runaway toy afraid of being shoved back in the closet to endure a long season of darkness before it would be in good favor with the human consensus again.<br />
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Minor inconveniences, of course. Just things I noted during this passage between the worlds on a New Year's Eve of no particular significance.<br />
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So I cooked dinner, brought in some firewood, picked up the shattered lantern, and generally began going through the machinations of real life - and even though I was still pondering that profound state of mind, I was left with a sense of wanting to return to the monastery of my silence rather than putting myself through these strange actions which have no meaning whatsoever.<br />
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<i>The world is a nuthouse and the lunatics are running the asylum</i>, Orlando reminded me as I stood looking out the kitchen window to where the winds were causing even the stalwart Joshua trees to shiver like cold, brittle children.<br />
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I sighed softly, for even though I have uttered those words countless times as a source of amusement, I cannot deny that they are also terribly true. As I stood there in my silence, I could literally feel the other humans gearing up en masse for drunken parties, excursions to various clubs where they would engage in The Mating Dance, and all manner of debauchery assigned the label of "fun", and all of it occurring only because it was the night on which we throw away last year's "Puppies" calendar and replace it with this year's "Kittens".<br />
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Arbitrary demarcations of time.<br />
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Some of those humans would even die as a result of their revelries - and though some might argue that it is better to have been puking drunk than never to have partied at all, I'm not the least bit sure that is a sentiment with which I could agree.<br />
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It is madness when viewed from outside the container of its own agreement.<br />
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The winds have gone still on the first day of the new year, and as I gaze out my window toward the west, it is to see a new snowfall on the top of Mt. San Gorgonio. The silence there must be phenomenal.<br />
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<br />Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-65716317693687402522017-01-01T12:20:00.003-08:002017-01-01T23:53:32.016-08:00Deep Inner Meaning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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A seeker once asked...<br />
<i>I realized recently that so much of what we believe is just the byproduct of what we've been told to believe. That being the case, how do we know what's real beyond all the lies?</i><br />
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As one advances on the path of knowledge, one resists assigning meaning to most things entirely - because it becomes clear over time that it's the conclusions we draw that are often in error, while the experience itself remains just what it is, whether it can be understood or not. For example, I'm always amused by websites offering to sell certain crystals with this or that "special properties." Quartz for clarity! Amethyst for healing! Aventurine for fertility! <br />
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They're just rocks. All of these meanings are only random assignations by humans, but the thing-itself is just the thing-itself. We might <i>decide </i>that quartz resonates and pulsates at the vibrational frequency of clarity, but that’s just a lot of yada – words wrapped around the rock to make it more appealing and, let's face it, more saleable. Words meaning nothing. <br />
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With that said, a seeker might decide to assign meaning to a stone as a tool of "fake it till you make it”, but ultimately a woman of Knowledge sees the underlying truth: it's <i>still</i> just a rock. The fact that it is a pretty rock or a different kind of rock doesn't alter the fact that it's still a rock. And, of course, "pretty" and "different" are also just random assignations.<br />
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The only thing that makes gold so valuable is our belief. The only thing that has kept the economy functioning for so long is our belief that there is gold behind all that paper. As the mass beliefs start to disintegrate, as the conclusions we have drawn cease to have meaning, the thing itself reverts to just what-it-is... <br />
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<i>No-thing. </i><br />
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In the human world, it seems there is virtually no way to have a society that doesn't depend on conclusions and illusions, agreements and consensuses. If our economy weren't based on gold and paper, it would be based on beans and bones, or trains and taters. Point being: it seems our survival as organic beings depends on certain assignations of meaning, but at the same time<i> our inorganic freedom depends on seeing beyond those things upon which our organic survival depends. </i><br />
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It's no coincidence that this is somewhat of a flawless trap - a basic construct of the consensual agreement which some have referred to as the foreign installation - a set of beliefs which amount to a false program that permeates the entire human race.<br />
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Now more than ever - think for yourself, <i>see</i> with the third eye... question <i>everything</i>, your beliefs and conclusions most of all.<br />
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This entry being a follow-up and perhaps a reiteration of a previous blog entry, "<a href="http://quantumshaman.blogspot.com/2015/03/the-positive-side-of-negative-emotions.html" target="_blank">The Positive Side of Negative Emotions</a>." Consider this version 2.0 💁<br />
______________<br /><br />I see more and more new age gurus advocating "the elimination of negative emotions." And while that may look good as a book blurb, the reality is that seeking to eliminate emotions (whether positive or negative) is like attempting to grow a pair of wings or poop rainbow sherbet. Stalkers (in the Toltec/nagualism tradition) understand that it is how we <i>use</i> our emotions that determines their value or their liability.<br />
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If we eliminate all fear, for example, there's nothing to keep us from wandering blind and blissful into dangerous situations unnecessarily. Without fear, we might pick up a rattlesnake or leap into shark-infested waters. In fact, many Christian cultists have done such things to prove their faith (and their lack of common sense), and seldom if ever does it end well. Some will argue that reason and intellect can replace fear, and while that may be true to a minor degree, it is fear that has kept the species alive and allowed us to develop background instincts which operate often without our conscious awareness. And, for that matter, who's to say that common sense, reason and even intellect are not simply the evolved manifestations of fear?<br />
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If we eliminate anger, for another example, we may lose the ability to protect ourselves or those we love if we come under attack. There are plenty of reasons why martial arts masters teach their students to fight... and then teach them how <i>not</i> to fight, though the foundation of self-defense remains whole and intact in the event it is ever needed.<br />
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It is often a very real sense of anger that motivates humans to get off their arses, engage their prehensile tails, and actually <i>do </i>something about whatever it is that's pissing them off. The situation at Standing Rock is just one current example - where enough people got angry <i>enough</i> to take a stand. How it ends, no one knows at this point in time. But it is an example of something positive that <i>can</i> happen when anger becomes manifest through action.<br /><br />Please know, I'm not advocating using anger to justify outright violence. If you're pissed off at your neighbor because his dog craps on your lawn, diplomacy and negotiation would be the first line of action, but taking the law into your own hands would <i>never</i> be an option. So, yes, common sense and intellect play a role in how we learn to use our emotions to our advantage, and also to insure those same emotions don't become a liability that lands one in the slammer or on the receiving end of a lethal injection.<br />
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In another example, the recent travesty of an election has riled up the United States in a way I haven't witnessed since the civil rights movement and, later, the "hippie" movement of the 1960s. At this moment in time, we are faced with a president-elect who defines the wind as "deceitful" (yes, the wind!) and encourages his followers to perpetrate violence and racist segregation against those who are different from themselves (LGBT, Muslims, Mexicans, immigrants of all description, women, and only the sleeping gods know what else). The KKK is marching in the street, and redneck homophobes have perpetrated heinous and even <a href="http://www.lgbtqnation.com/2016/11/nashville-gay-man-murdered/" target="_blank">murderous acts against gays.</a> If it isn't his ignorance that kills us all, it will be his arrogance.<br /><br /> But the thing is... on the <i>other</i> side of that mindless violence and hatred, a significantly large number of the American people have become <i>angry</i> enough ("outraged" would be a better word) to take to the streets in (mostly) peaceful protests, initiate petitions to demand a recount, other petitions to encourage the Electoral College members to reconsider their final vote in December, and a host of other potential "alternatives to Agent Orange" with which I am not familiar.<br />
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It wasn't passive acceptance that brought about this cry for change. It was <i>anger</i> - and without it, humans would sit quietly in their Lazy Boys and welcome the zombie apocalypse with open arms and a plate full of vegan cookies and soy milk.<br />
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What I've observed is that even our dark emotions are part of our warrior's armor and arsenal. Sure, you can say it's common sense that replaces fear and impeccability that takes the place of anger, but any of those things alone may not be enough. It is the <i>whole</i> being - guided by impeccability and intent - who learns to control and direct her emotions <i>appropriately</i>.<br />
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We are yin and yang, dark and light. That isn't going to change. As the old saying goes... "The one who wins is the one you feed."<br />
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In a discussion awhile back, a comment was made by a seeker, "I prefer to believe don Juan was real". My response was... "Define real." The following is what ensued...<br />
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My reason for asking you to "define real" was to determine where your own thoughts lie with regard to the definition itself. The thing is... it was <i>only</i> when I began wrestling myself free of these confining definitions that I began to achieve what my heart had always desired: contact with the infinite, direct interaction with the nagual, personal Knowledge that the world is nothing like we have been taught to believe. So when you said you chose to believe don Juan was real... it just seemed to me your own parameters may be determining what you are seeing.<br />
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I see a lot of folks so busily looking for the man behind the curtain - trying to prove that don Juan was "real" or "not real" - that they miss out altogether on the magic the wizard is performing. So I prefer to look at it this way: the magic is quite real even if the magician was only a figment of Carlos Castaneda's imagination. But the magic may be far more significantly real (to myself and others walking a similar path) if it can be perceived that maybe (<i>just maybe.</i>..) Carlos-the-Buffoon was really the man behind the curtain all along. In other words - <i>just maybe</i> Carlos figured it out for himself, but projected the Knowledge outside of himself into the manifestation of a Yaqui Indian in Old Mexico, to provide a milieu for his own learning, and simultaneously to provide a teacher with whom he could interact. Without that juxtaposition, it is possible to achieve the same results, though it usually takes a lot longer and has the distinct disadvantage of appearing to work in a vacuum.<br />
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In other words, it is altogether likely that don Juan was Carlos Castaneda's double in the truest possible sense of the word: energetically, intellectually, spiritually, infinitely. Whether Carlos himself ever knew this or not, who's to say? The double is the trickster, leaving it up to the mortal self in the Now to dig deeper into the quantum layers, or simply assign the lowest common denominator explanation and take the world on face value.<br />
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Any buffoon wandering through the desert may (or may not) have the good fortune to encounter a don Juan. But what if - <i>what if?</i> - what if <i>any</i> of us can <i>be</i> our own don Juan simply by <i>allowing</i> a shift of the assemblage point that sets us outside of what we already think and believe? Then it's a whole other ballgame. Then it is the Self with the power, and not some chance-fate factor which would determine whether or not we ever "meet the master". The "master" is inside us all along - but <i>only</i> manifests if we summon it. And there is the advantage of free will. It's entirely up to you to be don Juan or to be Carlos.<br />
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It seems to me at times that many young or inexperienced seekers tend to base their conclusions on narrow parameters within the ordinary world - i.e., they are accepting on Carlos' word that the double could not be verified with tactile sensation, just for one example. If that was <i>your</i> experience, I might tend to take it a bit more seriously, but it is only your <i>belief</i> based on someone else's experience, which may or may not have been "real", and which may or may not have been accurately recorded as it filtered through his own perceptions.<br />
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Why does any of this matter? Only for one reason: for as long as you base what you will accept on the past-tense definitions provided for you by someone else, you are living in an "unreal" world out of fear or habit. For as long as I truly <i>believed</i> I knew what was "real", my experience was limited to my own inner agreement of what I would <i>allow</i> myself to perceive.<br />
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We are all like this, for we are all human. The trick is getting past our beliefs and into the realm of actually<i> seeing</i> through the eyes of our own unique experiences.<br />
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In response to the recent "election" here in the US...<br />
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I was having a conversation with a fellow seeker, and made the comment that it would require another Revolution to bring this country back to the Intent once held by its founders. Truth aside, this raised in my own mind the realization that I am not at all interested in starting that revolution, nor leading it, nor even really having much concern about it one way or the other.<br />
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You say you want a revolution<br />
Well, you know<br />
We all want to change the world<br />
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You tell me that it's evolution<br />
Well, you know<br />
We all want to change the world<br />
But when you talk about destruction<br />
Don't you know that you can count me out...<br />
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For nagualists and anyone else seeking a true evolution of consciousness, the agenda is freedom. A word much bandied about, but seldom truly understood. Some would argue that freedom can only be obtained through conflict, war, etc., using the logic that "Freedom isn't free." On the other hand, I might argue that freedom <i>from </i>conflict, war, etc is more accurately the definition of freedom. I can't imagine that don Juan would have paraded around waving a flag - for, after all, what flag would he have waved? Mexico? Sonora? Yaqui? I can only imagine don Juan would have taken a look at the situation (whatever it may be), and then broken into a howl of laughter with don Genaro at his side, two old brujos crowing with amusement at the pointless shennanigans of foolish humans.<br />
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It's folly. <i>All</i> of it. We may tell ourselves it matters because we perceive some threat to our way of life (and admittedly that can be true in certain circumstances); but the ultimate reality is that it is <i>folly.</i> And the current situation is folly on such a huge stage that trying to fix it is even greater folly. Might as well stick one's finger in a dike to stem the great flood.<br />
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Knowing that doesn't necessarily solve the problem. But hopefully it helps to regain a perspective of detachment. I'm reminded of don Juan's conversation with Carlos about living strategically...<br />
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"All I can say to you," don Juan said, "is that a warrior is never available; never is he standing on the road waiting to be clobbered. Thus he cuts to a minimum his chances of the unforeseen. What you call accidents are, most of the time, very easy to avoid, except for fools who are living helter-skelter." </blockquote>
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"It is not possible to live strategically all the time," I said. "Imagine that someone is waiting for you with a powerful rifle with a telescopic sight; he could spot you accurately five hundred yards away. What would you do?" </blockquote>
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Don Juan looked at me with an air of disbelief and then broke into laughter.<br />
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"If someone is waiting for me with a rifle with a telescopic sight?" he said, obviously mocking me. </blockquote>
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"If someone is hiding out of sight, waiting for you. You won't have a chance. You can't stop a bullet." </blockquote>
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"No. I can't. But I still don't understand your point." </blockquote>
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"Oh, but it can. If someone is waiting for me with a powerful rifle with a telescopic sight I simply will not come around." </blockquote>
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Therefore, my Intent in the aftermath of this "election" is simply this. If the government or its minions come to my door to hang me for daring to exist... I simply will not be there.<br />
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Folly. A good word to remember.<br />
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Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-11997822411593244842016-11-01T13:24:00.000-07:002016-11-01T13:24:16.239-07:00Heart-Tongue (The Art of Non-violent Communication)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In his dealings with myself & others, Orlando relies heavily on a form of communication which he has referred to as “mindspeak” or “heart-tongue” – a method of communicating which has the effect of bypassing our day-to-day resistances and speaking directly to the mind/body/spirit connection. Put another way, it is a form of non-violent communication which enables those who master it to essentially become the problem solver rather than the creator of one’s own negative reality.<br />
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While it would be impossible to really teach this method of communicating in a single blog entry, I would at least like to draw attention to a few major points of “mind-speak” at a time when it has become obvious that non-violent communication is really the only tool we have for resolving our differences in any manner that will be lasting, healing, and beneficial to all concerned.<br />
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Perhaps the first thing I notice in working with others to resolve conflicts is the method of speaking. If every sentence starts with “<i>You</i>…” chances are the speaker has already made up his/her mind, and the sentence will proceed to describe some action (real or imagined) in the mind of the speaker, which has in some manner wronged or inconvenienced him/her. Example: “You didn’t close the door this morning when you left for work.”<br />
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In and of itself, there is no real harm in this, <i>except</i> that if it is one’s habit to communicate in such a manner, it may be perceived by the other party that s/he is constantly coming under attack or criticism. What is heard, therefore, often translates to: “You screwed up again.” And automatically a right/wrong scenario is created which is perceived to require some manner of defense… and the result in the big picture is that a conflict is created where one may not have existed previously. Would it be less accusatory, perhaps, to phrase the question differently: “Did you intend to leave the door open this morning when you left for work?”<br />
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At that level of communication, a more level foundation is created – there is no automatic assumption of guilt (you left the door open), nor is there any need for the other person to defend their actions. Instead, a window of opportunity for more impeccable communication opens – and it is that window which is critical to consider in resolving conflicts at deeper levels.<br />
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It is also crucial in the art of nonviolent communication for someone who finds him/herself in a conflict to really stop and think before speaking. To speak from an assemblage point of anger is to automatically and unavoidably imbue one’s words with conflict – even if that may not be the intent. And if one cannot avoid speaking in anger (if one is angry and <i>must</i> confront some pre-existing conflict immediately), then it becomes even more imperative for the warrior to remember the first agreement: Always be impeccable with your word.<br />
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If you must speak during a time when you are angry, at least employ impeccability and consider your words with some manner of care. Bridges burned today do not magically reconstruct themselves in the light of day, and speaking with a forked tongue is usually a sure way to click off a spark that will ignite that dry kindling underneath the bridge’s foundation. So when I find myself in a position of being forced to respond to a situation at a time when I am perhaps angry, my first responsibility is to remember that my anger does not belong to the person to whom I am speaking – in other words, I do not have the automatic right to direct my anger onto another person anymore than I have the right to intentionally cough on a stranger in public if I know I have the flu.<br />
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This is the point where a lot of people have the tendency to close off to the possibility of non-violent communication, because it is recognized that there may be what Orlando has come to call “negative pleasantries” associated with the state of being angry. Put another way – it is entirely possible (and we all know this) to actually enjoy being angry at someone because we feel our anger somehow validates us. It has become an icon of self-righteousness – a banner we may carry around like a soldier waving a flag. “Look at what <i>you</i> have done to <i>me</i>!” we proclaim. “<i>You</i> have made <i>me</i> angry!”<br />
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And yet… No one has the ability to make us one way or the other. Through our interactions with others, we may become angry or frustrated, or we may laugh and fall in love. This is not the other person’s doing, but a movement of our own assemblage point. Can someone else shift your assemblage point? Sure – but the secret is that you yourself have to allow it to be shifted. Seekers may choose to allow their AP to be shifted into all sorts of positions: anger, self-righteousness, love, hate, bliss, ecstasy, jealousy, hurt, fear – but a seeker does so with total awareness the resulting emotions which accompany such a shift are not particularly real. Like stepping into a play, the seeker with awareness realizes that his character may be passionately in love, but the actor himself may go home alone to an empty house.<br />
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The risk a seeker runs is when s/he forgets s/he is in a play. When the emotions become real as a result of something you may perceive someone <i>did</i> to you, it is time to go back to basics and remind oneself utterly and ruthlessly that what is real is the Self and not the attachments to which the self may adhere from time to time. In almost every case I have encountered, jealousy is a projection of fear. Anger is an expansion of self-importance. Hatred is a manifestation of greed at some level. And so on. It is human nature to attach to the emotion because it can be easily understood and experienced, whereas to really release that attachment usually requires understanding why one feels such a need to attach to the emotion in the first place. What is missing in one’s life, for example, that may cause one to feel “righteous anger” to such an extent that what would otherwise have been a minor infraction may be elevated into an outright war?<br />
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Nonviolent communication. How does it work? First and foremost, it requires at first a somewhat constant monitoring and observation of the manner in which one communicates naturally. We are all programmed to speak and to perceive in a certain manner. But when we can actually stop and hear ourselves – really listen to how our speech comes across – we begin to see ways in which we might improve our communication skills, and in doing so, actually improve the quality of our lives.<br />
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I am always suspicious, as mentioned above, of any sentence that begins with “You.” By the same token, it is important to be keenly aware of any sentence that begins with “Why?” To ask someone, “Why did you leave the door open when you left for work this morning?” automatically implies that 1) the other person <i>intended </i>to do it; and 2) at a subliminal level of communication, it is transmitted that this was <i>wrong</i>. Accusation and conflict are automatically created in the words themselves, when it would have been just as easy to stalk one’s method of speaking <i>before</i> speaking, and to simply reword it. “Were you aware the door was open when you left this morning?”<br />
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The other side of that rephrased question is being open to really <i>listening</i> to the answer that comes back. Even when/if <i>you</i> learn to communicate in a non-violent manner, there are no guarantees that someone else will do the same – but the chances are much higher that conflicts can be resolved peacefully and less painfully if at least one party stalks the fine art of listening, rather than just automatically launching into the internal dialogue of what <i>you</i> intend to say next.<br />
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Nonviolent communication is a two-way street when it works best – and often that is going to require an impeccable warrior to make the first move in that direction, and to truly think about what is meant by projecting his/her words in a non-aggressive manner, <i>and</i> being open to really listening to the responses that are generated by the other party. Too often, until a warrior becomes a master of awareness, s/he may fall into the same old traps that any ordinary human being would: the trap of belief=projection=manifestation. Put another way: if I already believe you have stolen something from me, and I say to you, “Why did you steal that trinket?”, I am going to literally manifest a conflict, particularly if I am not able to listen/hear what the other person is going to say in response. If my mind is already made up, perception is reality, in other words. So no matter <i>what</i> the other person may say, it is entirely up to me to listen and to <i>further</i> the dialogue from there, rather than escalate the argument.<br />
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For the sake of clarity, it would help to comprehend what is really meant by a shifting of the assemblage point. What you think of as reality is organized and categorized according to the ordinary input of the five senses, yes? But more than that, it goes something like this: a tree is a tree and it is green and leafy because this is the language the dominant species has chosen to identify that construct to the masses. It is an object made of language to which everyone has agreed to agree as to what the words generally mean. Ah, but to someone who has learned to<i> see</i>, the tree is really only an arrangement of energy cast in the shape of the tree. In first attention, the tree is the tree because the word has meaning. In second attention, the tree is an arrangement of energy, clearly seen, resembling what is known to the first attention as "tree". In the third attention, or the seventh sense, the energy comprising the tree is actually the raw matter of true quantum sorcery, and can be called upon to represent whatever the sorcerer might desire to perceive. This is the foundation of creation, the cornerstone of a separate reality.<br />
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Ah, but never forget: the act of creation requires extreme energy, so the goal of entering the seventh sense isn't just to begin rearranging all the stray molecules into castles and dragons and faerie creatures of lore. Just as the world with which you are familiar is largely created for you by those who have gone before, so it is here, but the difference is that here the world is will and death is neither landlord nor tenant.<br />
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So what does this have to do with a shift of the assemblage point? Simply this: as long as you see only the tree, a tree is all it will ever be. When you learn to perceive the glossy construct of the underlying energy, you have taken a step toward undoing the world of matter and men. And when at last you stand in the seventh sense and can command the energy of the tree to be anything you will it to be, you will have mastered your own creation in ways that should begin to be obvious to you. Shall I give you a hint? It is this: in the seventh sense, the trick to <i>staying</i> is to recreate the self using the tools of perception and the will and intent of the sorcerer's magick. Understand this, for it is the secret to your ultimate evolution: when you can enter the seventh sense and will the raw matter/energy of creation to be the immortal "other," and when you can not only interact with it but exert will and intent to inhabit it, you will have willed your own immortality, yes?<br />
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Study this. Lightly and deeply, with delicate vision. Read it in half-light where logic looks over the shoulder of magick, only a background voice in the chorus. Think on it in the alpha shadows of early dreams. Understand it with the body-spirit even if the stubborn program of your humanity tries to brush the words aside. Know that words are reality. When your humanity fights to cling to the words of the world it knows, it is because these otherwords can create otherworlds which threaten the status quo. I am the destroyer of stasis. You are the creators of reality. We are creator and created, dreaming toward one another. When we meet in the middle the dream becomes a separate reality capable of being inhabited. This is how we seize the tiller of creation. This is how we become I Am.<br />
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Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-69372114858194212202016-09-21T07:58:00.001-07:002016-09-21T07:58:54.264-07:00Double, Double<div class="MsoNormal">
<a href="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpoV-fa-FqA/V-Kar3cs1NI/AAAAAAAABpw/JCZn3g1L-_AL845ooJOERS-PToKCyNpGQCLcB/s1600/eagles%2Bgift.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZpoV-fa-FqA/V-Kar3cs1NI/AAAAAAAABpw/JCZn3g1L-_AL845ooJOERS-PToKCyNpGQCLcB/s1600/eagles%2Bgift.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10.5pt;">I have come to see that one reason so many of us are drawn to the Toltec path is because we do
know - from the intuitive level of silent knowing - that there is a way to retain our awareness and inhabit the totality of ourselves
after our physical bodies run out of juice. I am acutely aware of things I
believe, and yet I would have to honestly say that my understanding/experience
of the double goes well beyond just a belief system. I cannot say that I know
the entire process of what happens to us after we die, but the
gnosis which comes directly from the double creates a synapse of
energy/awareness that is not unlike having one "self" here in this
world, and the other "self" already in the infinite - which is probably
why THE EAGLE'S GIFT resonated with me on such a profound level. For myself,
it's not just something I <i>believe</i>, it's who I am. <br />
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Granted, that is purely subjective. 100%. Maybe it will seem like only a belief to some, but I can say with certainty that what I have experienced
of the double comes from an aspect of myself that is nowhere near the same as
my belief, for example, that the sun will rise tomorrow. The awareness is
experienced in a different way, and in an entirely different "part"
of the energy body. <br />
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People who
make a living reading body language say that when a person is telling the
truth, they may tend to look up and to the right - they are accessing the
actual memory banks of the physical brain, calling down the hard drive, so to
speak. OTOH, when the person is creating a fiction, they will look up and to
the left, accessing the creative brain/mind. My experience of both "the right way to live" (a concept brought forth by don Juan) and
gnosis (silent knowing) come from whatever aspect of the self has <i>Knowledge</i> - the hard drive of experience.
My belief that the sun will rise tomorrow, or that the car will start up so I
can drive to work... come from the creative/belief aspect. <br />
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Again, wholly acknowledged as 100% subjective... but that's okay by me because
I know and trust who I am. So... I know what I believe, I believe what I
choose, and I know what I simply and silently know.<br />
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In my experience, the double <i>can</i> remain entirely within the
existing humanform, or it can essentially bi-locate anywhere/anywhen in the
manifestation of the multi-verse. As an aside, this is how I see so-called
"past lives" - not other bodies or other times we have inhabited, but
other positions of our own assemblage point, experienced & recorded by the
double. At times (such as Dreaming or intense journeys with power plants) one
may actually shift the "human" (mortal) awareness into the assemblage point of the double - and there is a sudden influx of awareness/experience/knowledge
to which we do not have access in ordinary awareness. <br />
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What I've determined is that the whole
purpose of this "double" - which is comprised of energy and
awareness, but which MAY become manifest if there is sufficient reason (as
Genaro's double often did), is that it creates an energetic "mirror"
of sorts which MAY serve as a point of reference and/or a point of perception
for our awareness following the death of the physical form. The double is the self in eternity/infinity.<br />
<br />What it
boils down to is that the mortal self is like the egg in which awareness
gestates (and grows, through experience & nurturing), and the double is the
infinite and eternal configuration which is not limited by humanform concerns
into which our awareness "hatches". <b><i>The double is the super-position
of the assemblage point** -</i></b> once the double is sufficiently dreamed
by the warrior, it is everywhere and nowhere, and all that would be required
for it to manifest would be intent and focus. <br />
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Because the double is ubiquitous, it has access to the all - knowledge,
awareness, information - and it may serve as guide/mentor to the human self in
the manner that don Juan referred to as "the double is now dreaming
you." The sufficiently developed double becomes the teacher/benefactor,
though this may even occur at a level where the mortal/earthly warrior isn't
really aware of it until some time later, if ever. I've long felt that Don Juan Matus was
Carlos's double, but by the time Carlos figured it out, there was simply no way he
could have explained it to the world at large through his books. He
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<br />**SUPER-POSITION OF THE SELF or SUPER-POSITION OF THE ASSEMBLAGE POINT – A point of awareness wherein the seeker and the Other (double) have conjoined to embrace the Totality of awareness. At this point, consciousness becomes ubiquitous, inhabiting all quantum positions simultaneously, thereby allowing for consciousness to take on certain similarities of light. Particle and wave – particle being what might be experienced should consciousness make the decision to “localize” into a specific point in time and space; wave being the non-local presentation of awareness, wherein it is a ubiquitous field spanning all of space/time simultaneously.</div>
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by Mikal Nyght<br />
Author of TEACHINGS OF THE IMMORTALS<br />
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If you are caught in the leg trap of politics or the cess pool of religion, then you have not yet overcome the part of you that thinks <i>"It Matters!"</i><br />
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When a seeker tells me, "I like to be informed," what I am really hearing is the prittle prattle of self-importance and the puffing out of the chest which generally indicates that the seeker has become so full of shite that he cannot see the forest for the big brown logs he is producing to obscure his own path.<br />
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"Oh my precious lord!" some are certain to exclaim. "Is Mikal saying we shouldn't vote? shouldn't care? shouldn't even know what's going on in the world?" No. What I'm saying is that a true seeker doesn't need to get "involved" in the political monkey circus unless he has made the commitment to the consensus, and if that is the case, then he might as well abandon<i> this </i>path altogether, suckle up to the teat of Society, and become a card-carrying member of The Real World, and therefore also a member in good standing of The Lunatic Majority, which would try to convince you of its righteous goodness by virtue of its numbers and all those celebrities with their perfectly capped white teeth who smile the alluring smile of a phantom and tell you why you should vote for This or That Trending Asshole, when the reality is that you already <i>know</i> right from wrong in your tiny little heart if you have even the slightest glint of awareness somewhere in that confuddled orb sitting on the top of your shoulders.<br />
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Within every living creature (and most inorganics) there is a frequency which aligns with what is commonly called silent knowing. Put simply, you already <i>know</i> through your own intuitive awareness who or what to vote for (if you must insist on playing such pedantic games), you already <i>know </i>who and where The One True God resides, and you already <i>know</i> perfectly well that not one bit of this matters in the Great Big Picture Puzzle known as life on the path to freedom, or even back seat activities on the long & winding road trip to immortality.<br />
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You can't r<i>eally </i>be informed, particularly if you think that education is going to come from the media or social justice warriors or the propaganda being shoved up your chute by this or that political party, or this or that guru, or this or that religious icon. If you <i>really</i> stop and examine where your political bent is coming from, you will find (100% of the time) that you have been programmed by someone or something other than Ultimate Truth, for the sad and ugly truth is that there is <i>no</i> truth in the gladiatorial arena which is the milieu of all politicians. Therefore, how can you be informed when everything you hear or see is a Lie? You <i>know</i> this, but you do not want to believe it, because you have been so conditioned to<i> think</i>-you-believe in what is right and good, when you are really only a rusty mouthpiece and conduit for the bullshit that is going up your arse and coming out of your mouth in the form of regurgitated rhetoric and dangerous dogma.<br />
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<i>Think. For. Yourself</i>.<br />
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If you decide you really must vote, then do so. But do so 1) knowing it will make no difference whatsoever; and 2) from the assemblage point of silent knowing that has <i>nothing</i> to do with what you have heard or read or seen on the righteous flat screen screaming at you from the very pit of the lowest common denominator. Treat it as controlled folly if you must, but it is the kind of folly that tends to have a lot of glue, making it difficult to put aside even when you know it is folly. Best not to try on that mask at all, no?<br />
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Believe it or not, if everyone voted from their heart, the world would be a beautiful paradise with trees and flowers and chirping birds and a new car in every garage and free housing and no-cost medical care for all. (And if you believe <i>that</i>, there's a bridge in Brooklyn I'd like to sell you cheap-cheap.) It makes no difference. Not really. I've been around long enough to see that several times over, but please don't take my word for it. Sit with your Silence. Ask your ethereal twin which way you should vote - and when he stops howling with laughter at your naivete, maybe you will finally start to *see* that those rare few who succeed on this path do so by avoiding the trappings, cliches and false belief systems which otherwise enslave them to the consensus reality for the duration of their short lives.<br />
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Immortality isn't found in political areanas or religious agendas. If you think otherwise, you have already lost the battle.<br />
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Darkly, forever,<br />
Mikal Nyght<br />
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I hope you will order Mikal's book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Teachings-Immortals-want-live-forever/dp/0976689774/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1469630766&sr=1-1&keywords=teachings+of+the+immortals" target="_blank">Teachings of the Immortals</a>.<br />
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<br />Della Van Hise / Quantum Shamanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15981554252784274711noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8348333.post-7697168706671216132016-06-13T10:44:00.000-07:002016-06-13T10:44:46.605-07:00Are Most Hate Crimes Rooted in Religious Dogma?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In the aftermath of <a href="http://www.nbcnews.com/storyline/orlando-nightclub-massacre/orlando-nightclub-massacre-live-blog-latest-updates-pulse-shooting-n590701" target="_blank">the Orlando shootings</a> at the Pulse nightclub, questions have been raised on all levels - political, cultural, emotional, spiritual. Was it an act of terrorism? Was it a hate crime? Was it the work of a religious fanatic? </div>
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When the event first happened, I read all I could, and posted the following to my Facebook page:<br />
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<i>Since I'm not known for being politically correct, I'm going to say what I believe rather than what I'm supposta say when some asshat walks into a nightclub and slaughters 50+ people. The bottom line here is that most mass shootings nowadays are carried out by religious nutbags of one ilk or another. I don't care what your particular sect of crazy might be, but you need to understand that you are NOT doing the will of God. For starters, "God" doesn't exist, and even if s/he DID exist, keep in mind that s/he created ALL humans equally (according to myth) - gay, straight, black, white, brown, rainbow sprinkles That being the case, it's not up to YOU to decide who lives and who dies. It's not up to YOU to destroy "God's" creations - for isn't that flying in the face of whatever God you believe in? It's not up to YOU to come into a country that is a "melting pot" and decide that only YOUR beliefs are valid. </i></blockquote>
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<i>Personally, I think ALL religious nutbags (no matter race, color or creed) should be shipped off to an island in the middle of the North Atlantic and forced to live with one another or die trying. (I'm talking about the real nut cases here - not someone with a "social" belief who goes to church for the cupcakes and camaraderie.) </i></blockquote>
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<i>Why is it up to us (anyone!) to watch out for your sad little belief systems, lest you pick up an automatic weapon and start shooting because you are offended? Really? What a pathetic "god" you must worship who created you to be so frightened and absurdly arrogant at the same time. I'm glad the police shot you before you could do anymore damage. I hope you suffered. And I hope you rot in whatever hell you have made for yourself. </i></blockquote>
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<i>Next time you are planning violence, be sure to shoot yourself first - fatally. Only afterward should you take out your petty fanaticism on others.</i></blockquote>
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Most of the comments I received were positive, though a few of them called into question the idea that we all make our choices and must take responsibility for them at one level or another. Hmmm. While I don't disagree with that in the least, I do think it's important to make a distinction between what Carlos Castaneda referred to as "ordinary men" and a warrior or "man of Knowledge."<br />
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In his book, A SEPARATE REALITY, Carlos details a conversation with don Juan as follows:<br />
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"It is not possible to live strategically all the time," I said. "Imagine that someone is waiting for you with a powerful rifle with a telescopic sight; he could spot you accurately five hundred yards away. What would you do?" </blockquote>
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"What would you do?" I urged him. </blockquote>
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"If someone is waiting for me with a rifle with a telescopic sight?" he said, obviously<br />mocking me. </blockquote>
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"If someone is hiding out of sight, waiting for you. You won't have a chance. You can't stop a bullet." </blockquote>
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"No. I can't. But I still don't understand your point." </blockquote>
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"My point is that all your strategy cannot be of any help in a situation like that." </blockquote>
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"Oh, but it can. If someone is waiting for me with a powerful rifle with a telescopic sight I simply will not come around."</blockquote>
What needs to be understood here is that don Juan as he is portrayed in the books is a man of Knowledge - a Nagual, an enlightened being, a warrior and, yes, a "sorcerer". As such, his awareness is far more keenly honed than that of an ordinary man, so while don Juan may be altogether capable of Knowing the sniper is present, the same cannot be said of humans in general. So when someone tries to argue that those present at the nightclub <i>chose</i> to be present there, and so knowingly chose their death, I would argue that those people were largely if not entirely "ordinary men and women" there to have a good time with friends, dance and drink, and maybe go home with a stranger or long-time companion. Not ours to judge, but also not wise from a spiritual perspective to attempt to draw an alignment between their choices as compared to the choices a man or woman of Knowledge might make. Apples and oranges, people. Humans should be allowed to simply <i>be</i> humans - laughing and dancing and being <i>alive</i> - without having to worry that a crazed fanatic is going to storm the joint and start shooting. <br />
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Yes, we all have the <i>potential</i> to be like don Juan - to know when the sniper is present and therefore to choose not to come around - but we also have the potential to realize that don Juan <i>may</i> be a fictional character with super-powers above and beyond those of any ordinary man or woman. I'm not here to debate the veracity of Castaneda. Anyone who follows me knows I have ultimate respect for his works and his teachings, but that doesn't mean I accept them (or any other writings) as Absolute Truth. And it also means, as my own mentor has pointed out countless times, every practitioner has the responsibility to take the Knowledge one step further than where you found it.<br />
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Point being - we <i>all</i> have a sixth sense that warns us of possible danger, but most simply don't listen to it (usually because they don't know how), and those who do may often choose to ignore it out of a sense of self-doubt and the social programming that whispers in our ear, "You're just being paranoid. That snake isn't poisonous and that apple looks yummy, so stop being a wuss and <i>just do it!</i>" Unfortunately, what<i>ever </i>decision we make, there are consequences - some of them whimsical, others deadly. But either way, unless someone is already a man or woman of Knowledge - a brujo, sorcerer, seer - those choices occur on a purely subliminal level and seldom at the level of conscious awareness. So to those who would argue that "these people chose their time to die," I would say this is not only highly unlikely, but also a thinly veiled attempt to blame the victims for simply being in the wrong place at the wrong time.<br />
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Sorry, but I don't buy into the "Your time has come" logic. These people were vital and alive 24 hours ago and now they are dead because some lunatic religious fanatic <i>decided</i> their time was over. It is not the doings of spirit. It is the doings of (crazy) men. The acts of a madman cannot be minimized in favor of some attempt at comforting oneself with the notion that "it was their choice". That's just an attempt to put one's emotional ducks in a row when what we <i>really</i> need to be doing is looking the snake in the eye and *seeing* it for what it is.<br />
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What we need to understand is that most "hate crimes" are actually rooted in religious dogma at some level. By nature, we don't hate gay people or green people or smart people just because of what they are. We <i>learn</i> to hate them by the subtle and <i>not</i>-so-subtle programming that is put onto us by the world at large - religion, politics, culture, etc. In that way, religion is <i>still</i> at the root of most hate crimes. While the Bible may be full of messages of love, it is just as full of messages of hate and fear - so it stands to reason that humans will tend to respond at the lowest common denominator (fear and hatred). Examine your programming. Ask yourself not just <i>what</i> you believe, but <i>why</i> you believe it. Only then will you start to *see* that most of your beliefs come from what you've been told to think rather than what you really <i>know</i> about the world and all those gay, green and other assorted "different" people.<br />
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Haters aren't born. They are created from fear and false beliefs. They are often created by well-meaning family members, friends and peers - and more often than not through the accumulation of centuries of religious dogma that hangs like an albatross around the world today.<br />
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Understanding that is the first step toward a truer and deeper understanding of why things are the way things are. It is also the first step toward undoing the programs that only limit our unlimited potential.<br />
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I can only offer my heart-felt condolences to those who lost loved ones in the Orlando shootings, and my sincere hope that if anything good can come of this, it will be an increased Knowledge that fear, hatred and violence will never solve anything, but only deepen the rift between the self and the infinite. May all who died rest in peace. May the rest of us live with greater awareness and increased empathy for all living things.<br />
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