PILOT SPEAKS OUT ABOUT CHEMTRAILS AND HAARP

This article from 'beforeitsnews.com shows how the number of people tracking the phenomena of chemtrails and getting active is increasing and how real it is.  It is a well informed article with links for further research.  The author has sketched out the main points well and leaves it up to the individual to follow up.

Read it here:-

http://beforeitsnews.com/story/1256/807/Pilot_Speaks_Out_About_Chemtrails_And_HAARP.html

The Occupy Revolution

Below is the video 'THE OCCUPY REVOLUTION - HUMANITY STARTS TO WAKE UP' originally posted by   http://www.youtube.com/eyezopenwide2

There is revolution in the air or is it evolution but whatever one gets the sense that the time is now, that something stirs on this planet and perhaps we are the one's we have been waiting for.  I have tried to copy and paste the video makers comments, which give added importance to what is happening but the blog rules won't let me copy and paste...shame but you can watch this on Youtube and read the blurb....this is a wonderful, exciting time to be alive.

The Occupy Revolution - Humanity starts to wake up

Vitamin D Better than Fluoride at Cavity Prevention

Studies on the toxin, flouride have shown up some very disturbing results. For those new to this subject, fluoride is the toxic waste left over from the manufacture of chemical fertilisers. The question is then, what is it doing in our drinking water? Tankers remove this waste and transport it straight to your local water treatment plant. It is scientifically linked to brain damage, lowered IQ, cancer and it apparently doesn't even reduce tooth cavities. There are many studies published online. Here a new study shows that getting adequate vitamin D is more important for a healthy mouth. As we don't get masses of sunshine, which is the most natural form of this vitamin...the sunshine vitamin, in the Northern hemisphere it is sensible to take Vitamin D3 as a supplement. I now take this supplement and not only do I get less plaque on my teeth but feel much better in general and my skin has improved too....

Vitamin D Better than Fluoride at Cavity Prevention

Shocking Report: 'Natural' breakfast cereals loaded with pesticides and GMOs - explosive new scorecard from Cornucopia reveals all

When I shop I always avoid the usual nasties such as flouride, aspartame, monosodium glutamate, sodium, battery eggs and many others. However do we really know what is in our foods? For example there is no law requiring food producers to come clean on whether they are using GMO an/or pesticides. I always look for products labelled 'organic' and 'local'but they are not always easy to find. This new research is shocking to anyone who values clean, natural products

Shocking Report: 'Natural' breakfast cereals loaded with pesticides and GMOs - explosive new scorecard from Cornucopia reveals all

AEROSOL CRIMES 1st Edition

The Free World Charter

The Free World Charter: An initiative to resolve global suffering with the removal of all money, debt and trade, which are now outdated and unnecessary through modern technology.

MAD SCIENTISTS TO CREATE ARTIFICIAL VOLCANO IN AN ATTEMPT TO GEO-ENGINEER THE CLIMATE

Yes...I know what you're thinking.  Climate scientists are stark raving mad

Article from infowars.com

Friday 16th September 2011

Paul Joseph Watson
Infowars.com
Friday, September 16, 2011

Despite the pseudo-science of global warming being discredited with each passing day, scientists are preparing to field test an “artificial volcano” which is eventually intended to lead to mammoth geoengineering programs which will inject sulfur particles in to the atmosphere at high altitudes, a process that other scientists have warned will cause widespread droughts and other drastic consequences.

“Next month, researchers in the U.K. will start to pump water nearly a kilometer up into the atmosphere, by way of a suspended hose,” reports Scientific American.

Read more here...

http://www.infowars.com/scientists-to-create-artificial-volcano-in-bid-to-geoengineer-climate/

BBC IS AS CRAZY AS THE SCIENTISTS

Evidence that the BBC have lost their marbles. Check out the presenters voice...is it me or does he sound nerdy?  I wonder if he believes his own BS... People please wake up...

MAD SCIENTISTS AT IT AGAIN!

More evidence of crazy scientists and NASA building weather weapons.  Jeremy Clarkson getting wet from 'artificial rain'.  Bet he wished he'd stuck to racing cars...

Two Amazing Chemical/Geoengineering Eyewitness Videos That You Must Watch

Below you will find two 'must watch' videos...


Originally posted on Vimeo by user 'littlebro...they show clearly what I've been trying to show on my youtube videos but to much more dramatic effect...they're only short but you might need to mute the sound as the music is a bit heavy on the ears.


Below them is the video 'What in the World Are They Spraying'.  The makers of this documentary encourage everyone to copy this film and pass it on for free.


Finally I have added the video called 'Holes In Heaven?....definately worth a watch because it gives an overall perspective of the advanced state of geo-engineering going on on our planet with views and opinions from a wide range of people including tribes-people and mad-scientists!**  If you want to get a beginners view of this phenomena this is the one to watch as it explains the science and terminology in laymans terms.  


** This is my personal opinion...when I zoom out and look at the big picture of what is going on in the world I see these cliques of insane scientists blindly experimenting on the planet that we call home.  I don't feel, in all honesty, that they have any idea of the consequences of their 'experiments' and their use of Tesla Waves to make holes in the ionosphere.  Anyway, I present..... you can make your own mind up 

RAISING EDEN ENERGY ARCHITECTURE

Thanks to Daniel O'Doria for this movie...'Raising Eden'.  You can find the full movie in parts at danielofdoriaa's Channel on youtube     http://www.youtube.com/user/danielofdoriaa 

The architectural shots are futuristic and mind boggling.  Living in an English village a couple of hundred yards away from the ruins of a medeival castle built by no less than King Henry VIII makes one blink in disbelief at the sight of some of these monster skyscrapers.


Also visit Daniels website for more of his work   http://danielofdoria.com/

THE CONCEPT OF BORDERS AND DIVISION BETWEEN HUMAN BEINGS

Divisions between groups of human beings is something that has always concerned me.  If we are to be truly humanitarian we must overcome the walls and boundaries of the boxes that we build around our precious systems of belief and our ideas of 'truth'.

This blog post from blogger astronaut ( bloggernaut) RON GARAN, founder of' 'FRAGILE OASIS', literally a blog from space as our astronauts transit around our planet in the International Space Station (ISS), caught my eye.  The full article link is below...

BORDERS FROM SPACE

SEPT. 7, 2011

I have always said, “you can’t see any borders from space.” Apparently I was wrong.

On the evening of August 17, 2011, I “flew” to the Cupola, the windowed observatory of the International Space Station, to shoot some photographs for a time-lapse photography project I have been working on for Fragile Oasis.

Before beginning the sequence, I took some practice shots to verify camera settings. As I was about to delete them, something caught my eye. In one of the pictures, a very obvious illuminated line snaked across a large landmass for hundreds of miles.

Initially, I wrote it off as a strange exposure from moonlight reflecting on a river. But, I was intrigued and did some investigating, only to learn this was not a natural reflection at all. Rather....

Read more here...

http://fragileoasis.org/blog/2011/9/borders-from-space/

US GOVERNMENT TARGETS MUSICIANS - FEDS RAID GIBSON GUITARS AND CONFISCATE WOOD




''Gibson Guitars, one of the only manufacturers still based in the United States, is being targeted by the Feds without any formal charges, in a blatant strongarm attempt to shut the company down. Gibson Guitars hired 580 American employees in the last two years. Here is an interview with the company CEO.''

Posted on August 30, 2011 by Barbara Peterson, Spktruth2power

Red Ice Radio - Kevin Annett - The Crimes Against Humanity by Church and State

I often listen to Redice Creations interviews online on their radio page. The topics covered are so interesting and often from the fringes. I get all of my news from the alternative media now since my faith in corporate media lapsed along with my faith in the rest of our so called state institutions. This particular program has moved me to put it up on my blog. It has left me very angry and appalled by the child abuse and child trafficking going on in the very heart of these very institutions, who will go to any length to keep people quiet including murder of witnesses. I recommend that you give it a listen and inform yourself and please also pass it on to as many people as possible...lets make this information viral...

Here are some vital links

http://www.itccs.org/

http://www.hiddenfromhistory.org/

http://www.hiddenfromhistory.org/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Catholic_sex_abuse_cases

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ryan_report

http://www.usatoday.com/news/religion/2010-04-22-pope-lawsuit-abuse_N.htm

http://www.redicecreations.com/article.php?id=11339

http://www.redicecreations.com/article.php?id=10532

http://www.redicecreations.com/article.php?id=14724

These are all crucial reading...

Here is Henrik's introduction to the interview

Kevin D. Annett is a Canadian writer and former minister of the United Church of Canada. Annett graduated from the University of British Columbia with a Bachelor's Degree in Anthropology and a Master's Degree in Political Science. Annett has written two books on the subject of residential school abuse in Canada. In 2006 Kevin produced a documentary on this topic called "Unrepentant". Additionally, he created and hosted "Hidden from History", a public affairs and human rights program on Vancouver Cooperative Radio from 2001 until the station shut him down in 2010. Kevin returns to the program for an update on the world-wide system of abuse by church and state upon children and adults. We discuss the tribunal he is involved in and his recent trip to England and consequent arrest. Then, Kevin talks about the cannon law of the Roman Catholic Church, which is as the heart of child trafficking, abuse and genocide of indigenous people around the world. Topics Discussed: priests, public servants, Scotland's Holly Greig case, Protestant, Anglican, Lutheran, Baptist, the Roman Catholic system, papal bulls, Queen of England, child abuse, tribunal, Vatican, Jesuits, Knights of Malta, money, property and wealth of the church, child trafficking, Roman Catholic church as a political organization.

Follow this link to the interview with Kevin Annett at Redice

Red Ice Radio - Kevin Annett - The Crimes Against Humanity by Church and State

I highly reccomend Richard Tarnas, 'The Passion of the Western Mind' as a concise and inspiring work on how humanity came to its current crisis point and why this has been important.  

    'The best intellectual history of the West in one volume I have ever seen.  No other    such overview provides, in equal compass, as clear and cogent a survey.  Its scholarship is impeccable.'' Huston Smith, author of The Worlds Religions.

''...a complete guide to Western civilisation and the philosophical ideas that have changed our world view...Richard Tarnas describes profound philosophical concepts simply, but without simplifying them.'' (back cover)

This single book has probably taught me more about philosophy and the history of ideas than a whole book-shelf of individual publications.

Alien Lovers?

Fairy Tales as the Media of Profound Truths

Just heard some new music from The Great Bear (Mr. Bear) this afternoon and it inspired me to be daft.

It’s about this bull frog who thinks he’s really cool croaking to his beat in the swamp part of town.  Lets call him a musician frog for the purpose of the story.  He’s not too ugly  - for a frog but his head is full of tunes and he’s so into his art that he hardly looks up these days.  Has no time for love right now because he’s an artist right?  So he’s minding his own business and hopping along the swamp whistling a song in a froglish sort of way when something makes him stop and look up and what he sees changes his life forever, like when Dante saw Beatrice and she became for him the face of the divine,  or when the face of Helen of Troy launched all those ships  and caused normally quite sensible men to go to war for her love .  He has what you call in human language an aesthetic arrest.  This is the moment when you see such beauty and perfection that it arrests you at the deepest level of your being and you instantly fall in love with the object that is in front of your eyes.  What our frog has seen is the princess to whom he will now spend his life coaxing into kissing him.

Well she’s the beauty in the eye of the beholder who is our frog and she is a pure virgin and what she represents symbolically is his soul.  The only way to win the virgin who is his soul is to become pure just like her.  And so with this image of truth and beauty now imprinted upon his brow he sets off to win her love.  Only she has the power to turn him into a prince and she does this at the end of the story when he has proved himself to be worthy of her, which involves much tribulation and more than a bit of suffering. 

The minute she touches his lips with hers the magic happens and this is real magic – none of your rabbits and tophats or hocus-pocus.  No, this is the magic that turns us whores down here into the highest of the highest and we will even become fools for her recognition.  It is called the one true love and the frog and the princess are the only ones who know all about it and what’s involved.  What the princess does is to lead the frogs’ soul on an upwards journey towards his true self.

On a mundane level, that is, an everyday level, it is the search for the divine within each other.

I have just shown you that behind the soppiest fairy tales lies the most profound of truths if you dig a little below the surface.  Anyway they live happily ever after of course., which is a reference to eternal and immortal life that can be yours too one day.....maybe talk about that another time......

The Power of Amor and the Engagment of the Heart

When my heart is not engaged in my decisions I am not operating from my centre of inner knowing.  When I ignore my heart, my ego takes over my  judgements about the world and the life of everything on our planet.  The less I use my heart the more armoured  and dark it becomes until eventually no light can reach it.  When I need light I have to depend on the false light that illuminates the external world.  When I open my heart I create amor  and the lotus blossom unfolds its  petals towards the inner sun, which is the true light of the world. The armour surrounding the heart is a defence.  It is a firewall against  injury to the ego, which is the most fragile outer shell of the persona, the sense of self, narcissism, vanity, pride or the opinion of self – self with a lower case ‘s’.

Higher human values are centred around the heart.  The heart becomes the focus-point around which all other aspects of the system revolve, transit and eclipse.  Armour is not bad in itself.  When it is made use of by the heart it becomes the sacred face of the ‘’warrior who fights with a loving heart.’’  Arjuna in the Gita.  Armour and amor are engaged as one and united in battle for the purpose of defending the highest of human values.  This is the meaning of the sacred, the holy.  Armour  without amor  is a profanity and will only defend itself, the ego, its vain opinion of itself for it is afraid of blame and is in denial of its own guilt.   Armour and Amor  united will rise up together in passion and die in each others arms if necessary for their head is the Godhead.  This is serpent in ecstasis with serpent, dying in the ultimate spiritual rapture for God instead of in base excruciating bodily agony for ego.  This is the difference between the fearless attitude of the warrior towards death and fearful attitude of the ego towards death. One accepts and confronts death and the other flees and hides from death. One is sacred and the other is profane.  Do you see the difference between heaven and hell?  Each state being at opposite ends of the same spectrum.  White contains all the colours, black absorbs all the colours but until the two are united in light and shade you can never see the rainbow. 

The Mesmeric and Alluring Presence of the Box in the Corner of the Room

The reference point for all knowing is the individual consciousness. Consciousness is the inner satellite navigation system of the mind. Mind is not located in the brain. Mind is here, now and everywhere altogether at once. There is no external reference point that can be said to be reliable. All points external to this inner knowing are landmarks for map-reading and course plotting. The external world is the spectacle, the map that is not the territory.

Every human being is a magnetic conduit for experiential knowledge. When we are distracted by the spectacle we are magnetised away from intuitive, feeling nature and therefore the navigation system becomes useless. The driver of the vehicle is steered towards the theme park, a Disneyland – instead of to the destination that was originally intended. Advertising technology is powerfully magnetic, its aim is to amuse and entertain, to mesmerise the driver, to occupy the driver’s seat and engage the steering wheel for it’s own purpose. The properties of the magnet are;

‘‘to exert an attracting or compelling influence upon’’ [the object]. [dictionary-reference.com]

‘’exposure to a magnetic field causes the molecules to align themselves with the field, producing their own net field, so that the object as a whole becomes magnetized.’’ [dictionary-reference.com]

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BEING HUMAN

ARE humans are being lied to?  We humans have been lied to for millenia and so in this blog I just want to explore some of the topics that I feel are important to this issue and what I call ‘the apocalyptic age’.  I have chosen this term because when you understand the true meaning of this much used word ‘apocalypse’  in current parlance, and its relevance to this point in the history of the human race you begin to perceive what is happening on our planet now.  First, I want to stress that the word ‘apocalypse’ does not mean the end of the world.  There has been much written about 2012 and it’s association with a coming physical disaster to the earth as foretold in ancient writings and calendars.  I’m thinking specifically of the Mayan Long Count Calendar here which puts the end of the 5^th sun and the end of the 12^th baktun on the winter solstice or 21^st December 2012.  On this date our sun will be directly aligned with the galactic centre, which is a black hole, and this rare event only happens approximately once every 25, 680 years or so.  This cycle of time is known as the ‘Great Year’’ or the ‘’Platonic Year’’ after Plato who was, 600 years bce, aware of the cyclical nature of time.  Now, the end of the world is not nigh so sit back and relax while I take you through some of my thoughts and conclusions about what may really be happening.

What I hope to point out to people with this rap, is new ways of looking at the world in which we live.  Its basically thinking ‘outside the box’ and attempts to hold subjects up to the light to see them from a different angle and a new perspective, which is essentially a higher dimensional reality.  It is therefore sensible to be aware of how language becomes distorted, especially in the modern media, where the Ape of Thoth,  with its  umps, grumps and much gibbering, splatters our tabloid press and our tv screens with mis-representations of the truth.  

In ‘The Book of Thoth’ Aleister Crowley observed that Thoth/Mercury/Hermes, the messenger of the gods is shown to have more than one side to his nature.  In the Egyptian form of the God He is shown with the head of an Ibis. 

‘The Ibis is the symbol of concentration for it was supposed that this bird stood continuously on one leg, motionless. This is quite evidently a symbol of the meditative spirit’’

[Another] ‘’form of Thoth represents him primarily as Wisdom and the Word.  He bears in his right hand the Style, in his left  hand the Papyrus.  He is the messenger of the gods; he transmits their will by heiroglyphs intelligible to the initiate, and records their acts; but it was seen from very early times that the use of speech, or writing, meant the introduction of ambiguity at the best, and falsehood at the worst; they therefore represented Thoth as followed by an ape, the cynocephalus, whose business was to distort the Word of the god; to mock, to simulate and to deceive.  In philosophical language one may say: Manifestation implies illusion.’’

What might this 'illusion' mean for our discussion?

The nature of the media is to ‘transmit the will of the gods’ by the use of ‘speech, or writing’.  We are well aware that the press often go by the names of the God of communication such as ‘The Mercury’, ‘The Herald’ ‘The Messenger’ etc...  Remember that ‘’the use of speech, or writing meant the introduction of ambiguity at the best, and falsehood at the worst.’’  Can you see where I’m going with this?  Our media not only play the part of the ape but it’s owners have now grown into King-Kong sized corporations who ump, grump and gibber at us with misrepresentations of the truth.  In other words large media corporations are now engaged in the business of distortion, mocking, simulating and deceiving us with an illusion.

Furthermore the media uses a subverted form of sacred symbolism and images, which affect the mind at a deep primordial level – the reptilian brain.  See the work of Michael Tsarion – ‘’The Subversive use of Sacred Symbolism in the Media.’’  (Symbols now used to negative effect on the unconscious processes of the mind)

‘’Nothing of which we may speak can transcend the world of illusion, for words themselves were created to describe unrealities.  Therefore the unutterable is  the real and the unthinkable is the true; the utterable is the false and the thinkable is the phantom of a dream.’’ (Manly P Hall)

 So with that it mind now lets look at this word – apocalypse.  An apocalypse is a revealing of that which once was hidden.  In other  words it is the revealing of truth.  Profound truths are veiled from our eyes by these illusions of language and images.  We have seen that these are two very powerful tools that are used by the institution of media to keep our eyes firmly fixed on the illusion.  The illusion is created to  fool you into believing that what you perceive is not only real but the only reality that exists.  Modern institutions have crept into our lives and told us how to live our lives.  How to have a relationship, how to have a child, how to bring it up, how to have sex, how to live and how to die.  ‘Lifestyle’ – an abstaction  has replaced life,  which is the real thing.  So the first apocalypse that we must experience is the eureka moment when we finally tear down this most destructive veil of illusion and come into alignment with life as it really is.  As soon as this realisation hits us we can then start eating the dinner instead of the menu! 

Just to give you a better understanding of the eureka moment we call apocalypse I will try to expand on it a bit. 

The apocalypse is now; right now and right here where you are standing.  Just to reiterate because it is important; when an event is described as apocalyptic it means something like this.  That what was once hidden is now revealed.  We experience mini-apocalypes as eureka moments when we suddenly become aware of a profound truth that is emotional in character.  A form of knowledge that I call wisdom.  The comedian makes us laugh out loud with the punch line.  That’s what an apocalypse is. It’s the punch line at the end of the joke when you realise the absurdity of it all and in a split second a  flood of emotion rises up into consciousness and depending on how profound the last line is and how unprepared we are there is laughter and perhaps tears as ‘we laugh until we cry.’  The line between laughter and tears is finer than a hair’s breadth.  It is the role of the comedian (the fool, the jester) to punch our souls into the realisation that our relationship to life, the universe and everything is absurd and therefore we must not take it seriously.  For the jester the universe is the ‘Big Joke’ to be interpreted into the language of entertainment.  We are invited to enter into the bizarre,  the illogical, the peculiar.  We laugh, we sneer, we weep, we scoff but actually in the end the joke is on us.  We are the objects of our own ridicule for it is you and I who are the subjects of our own ignorance.  Every time we chuckle about Murphy, the Jew, the vicar,  the fat lady, the bald man we are unconsciously laughing at ourselves.  We project our own absurdities on to the other and firmly believe that all Irish-men are fools.  We kid around and butt the other not realising that we are the goats.  In our blindness we fail to see the ultimate truth that is being revealed to us, the apocalyptic moment of the punch line, when Punch hits Judy, the baby, the dog, the priest and the policeman and the irishman.  It’s a wake up call to come and see our own folly and how we allow ourselves to be bamboozled by the priest, the banker, the politician and the media spectacle.  Welcome to the illusion,  the circus, the theatre of Eros and Thanatos, of the angel of life and the angel of death, of acrobats and clowns, lion tamers and high-wire acrobats. 

So now lets say that we have experienced our first apocalypse.  We have seen the light – the true light shining through our own lenses of perception.  The veil has been parted revealing the theatre of lies,  the false lights of the tv screen with its flashing bright colours has been replaced by the clarity of our own reasoning and our own spectrum of colour and light.  We are now learning how to think for ourselves rather than being told what to think, which means we are probably turning off the tv, seeing through the game and making choices based on what we feel and know to be right for us and our families and communities instead of the get-a-this, get-a-that, do-it-like-this, do-it-like-that,  now breathe-in, now breathe-out culture that we’ve been accustomed to since before we could walk.  We are awake and have taken our lives back from a dying system that Terence Mckenna once said ‘’wants to turn us into half baked morons consuming all this crap’’.  We are now on our way to encountering ourselves as we were meant to be – fully alive, fully awake, fully human experiencing being in the world.

 When we begin to confront life as-it-is instead of life as-a–set-of-lifestyle-prescriptions, we face up to our true relationship to each other, to nature, to the earth and ultimately to our relationship to the universe.  Instead of  being split off from nature - nature being precisely that which we are -  we can now accept our nature and meet ourselves face-to-face as it happens.  We can discover  our own centres of existence and come into contact with that which is our particular, unique individual  point of being that is united with all other points of being in the cosmos.  What I want is to re-enchant the universe.  To bring back the spirit into the cosmos and to rediscover our souls and help them to be expressive of themselves.  To know without a doubt that we are all united by that which is behind the face, behind the mask, behind the ’ego enclosed in a bag of skin’.

Around the mid 1990’s I came into possession of a book; a well thumbed paperback, written in the sixties by Alan W Watts called ‘’The Book On The Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are’’.   The thesis of the book in the authors words...

‘’.....’the prevalent sensation of oneself as a seperate ego eclosed in a bag of skin is a hallucination which accords neither with Western Science nor with the experimental philosophy religions of the East – in particular  the central and germinal Vedanta philosophy of Hinduism.  This hallucination underlies the misuse of technology for the violent subjugation of man’s natural environment and consequently, its eventual destruction.’’ (preface)

This book was for me a first and major turning point in a life lived thoroughly in a fictitious and now crumbling ‘’ego enclosed in a bag of skin.’’  Watts goes on to discus our alienation from the cosmos, our ‘canned lives’’ and our anxieties  with  an elightening chapter called ‘’How to be a Genuine Fake’’.  He calls us to critically self-examine ourselves and the lives we lead in order to see through the ‘’big lie’’ and the hallucination of who we think we are.  In fact he invites us to ask the question - ‘Who am I’ and discusses some of the most ridiculous things we do and the lies we have been told (and continue to tell ourselves) to protect these delicate  and precious egos enclosed in bags of skin.  Alan Watts produced a huge body of work including  books, essays , lectures and seminars during his lifetime and I soon began collecting  his creations both written and spoken word on subjects such as comparitive religion, philosophy, psychology, psychedelics. Meditation, Zen, Vedanta etc...  This was the beginning of my journey to discover the truth. – my truth.

So we are beginning to realise that there is much more to being human than an ego that is separate from its environment and in  fact Watts states that we are separate in name only.

....’’the individual is separate  from his universal environment only in name.  When this is not recognised, you have been fooled by your  name.  Confusing names with nature, you come to believe that having a separate  name makes you a separate being.  This is – rather  literally – to  be spellbound’’

The Wound

Losing or letting go of the ego-self is no easy feat and is akin to a death and a rebirth.   Below is an extract from a book I am currently writing. Its main theme is ‘The Wound’ and the healing process and Mavis, like all of us is wounded and after a painful divorce and a number of major life-shocks she is ready to confront her wound, to own it and to fully enter into it so that she may find healing but more importantly – self-healing.  This wound is what we unconsciously pass on from generation to generation without ever reaalising what we are doing.

‘’Now Mavis saw another side to him (her ex-husband) which was kinder and which had evolved out of her own growth towards wholeness.  Now she saw his soul as one of many souls, all interconnected and broken just like her own had been.  She could see that everyone is wounded and that it is what you do with the wound that is important.  The first thing that happens during the transformation from blind and broken soul to the enlightened state is that you feel your own wound.  You seek everywhere for a cure in pills, alchohol, shopping, cleaning, sex and anything that will numb the pain and stop you from having to think about it or feel its reality.  Many people go through life not ever realising that the pain, fear and disatisfaction that they feel in this life is the wound crying out for attention.  She was amazed that even in the depths of despair, some people still refuse to look at their wounds, preferring as always to blame someone else or some other thing for their pain and hurt. 

Mavis had realised and acknowledged her own brokeness and had therefore begun her journey on the long and dark road back to health.  She had started to see a profound truth about the wound.  It was a process from beginning to end.  You felt it and you worked with it and sometimes you died a little but as long as you remembered that this was your very own wound and process you could get through it one day at a time.  The wound that Mavis speaks about is not the kind of wound that we feel when our best friend hurts us with unkind words or our boss tells us we need to work harder for less pay.  It’s not even the wound we suffer when our lover walks out of our lives without even saying goodbye...  Its much deeper even than the loss of a loved one and it festers in the primeval depths of our souls.  An angst that engulfs all light and drains all the life of existence from the mind, body and soul.  Over the years she had experienced various levels of this anguish in many forms.  Fear, nightmares, unable to hold down a job, agoraphobia, low self-esteem, unsociable behaviour, eating problems, sleeping problems,  swings from aggression to passivity to name just a few.  The more she tried to take control of her life, the more and faster everyting fell apart. Mavis found herself constantly on the edge of the battle field without a battle plan.  She began to feel that there was a hidden force that was hell bent on destroying her as all sense of well-being was stripped away from her leaving a rattling skeleton without any flesh on its bones.  It was at this point that the wound proved fatal and Mavis died.’’

I was going to say  that I think  all of this stuff about dying to the ego-self and discovering who we really are is a painful experience but actually I know that it is very painful to die to ego and go through the death/rebirth process.  I also know that it is the only way to to fully realise the extent of the lie about who we really are.  As soon as we realise fully ( and by that I mean to know it as a truth in the depths of our souls)  that we have been lying to ourselves and that our culture has been co-creating this lie we fall into what can only be described as the underworld.  Everything becomes dark and meaningless and there is a feeling that you are somehow on the route to madness. There is suffering and we have forgotten what it means to suffer and what its purpose is. As one of the enlightened beings said. ‘’To lose our life is to gain life.’’  Stanislav Grof has researched and written about what he calls the ‘psycho-spiritual death/rebirth process for over fifty years.  The death of the ego, he maintains, is not a pathological mental state or psychosis but the natural organic course of nature through the passing away of one state of being so that new healthy growth can follow.  So the way I see it is that the ego – the outer skin – is shed like the skin of a seed that falls into the dark soil (underworld) during the darkness of winter.  There it stays until spring arrives and the sun climbs higher into the sky when the new growth bursts forth from the split skin of the seed and reveals itself in its new found glory.  This growth cannot occur without suffering.  The myth of Persephone is a beautiful analogy for this process and was the basis of the esoteric and sacred knowledge of the mystery religions of Ancient Greece.  Its all about dying to the past so that we can grow toward the future.  To stop being driven by the past and allow ourselves to be pulled towards the light of the future. It is a rite of passage and operates on many levels of existence from the smallest seed through individual psychological growth, the rise and fall of civilisations and ultimately reaches out to major cosmic upheavals.

Death, I feel,  is one of the key problems of our age.  It has become the taboo.  Fear of death prevents us from growing out of our ‘skin encapsulated egos’  towards the light.  We are afraid of death and pain to the extent that as Alan Watts observed - society prefers to keep poor tortured organisms alive for months and months attached to life support machines fed with  tubes, wires and hypodermics rather than let anyone experience a natural passage.  It is only our vanity that prevents us from accepting the aging process as part of a beautiful adventure that leads us towards the greatest mystery of all.  We have been led to believe that life is a some kind of a fluke. Life in the universe has therefore become disenchanted and has lost its magic quality.  Alan Watts interprets the absurdity of this ‘fluke’  of an individuals experience of existence as nothing more than a flash of light between two eternal blacknesses.  There was nothing before we were born and there will be nothing when we die.  It reminds me of something I once read (and which I am unable to attribute at the moment) which goes...’’I am this, you are that, all this is that and that's all there is.’’ 

 Death is the bogey man in an age that has lost its way in life.  We must now begin to confront the face of the reaper - that angel of death who apparently awaits us at the end of existence - from a new and more healthy perspective.  The symbol of the reaper is not our adversary but our teacher.  During times of darkness in our lives let us try to remember something I was told by a close family member that ‘’the darkness seeks out those in whom it finds a worthy opponent.’’ This advice came to me at a time when the darkness was threatening to engulf my very being and I found myself its victim, cornered in a gaping black hole with nowhere to turn and nowhere to run.  It was at this point that I was able to pick up the sword again and fight my way back to the light, for I knew that the darkness would pursue me for all eternity until I found the courage to face it, to conquer it and to incorporate its lessons into my life.

I began to understand the difference between powerless as having no power and powerful as being full of power.  The difference between power and force is that power has always resided within the human psyche and always will.  Force is not power.  Force is the misuse of power.  The State has no power just as the bully has no power. Ghandi knew this to be true and used power without force to defeat the British Empire who were eventually turfed out of India.  The State has only the threat of  the force of law, armed forces, police forces but no power.  I know these things to be true.

To Know Or Not To Know... that is the question

My personal conclusions are that there is only that which we can know, that which we can experience.  There is no belief.  Belief, for me, is an acceptance of a statement, principle, idea or reality regardless of any emotional or intuitive experience of that statement, principle idea or reality.  There is only knowing, or its opposite, not knowing.  Everything else is doctrine, dogma and ideology.  For example; the belief in the scientific method has become so entrenched in modern civilisation that it now threatens to become equivalent to the dogma of the medieval church, when the bible – written in latin that no one understood – was chained to the altar.  The prospect of torture and death at the stake  prevented anyone from reading it or discovering any personal meaning from between its heavily shackled covers.  Compare this scenario with mathematical and scientific equations which Mckenna saw as ‘’so holy to this enterprise’’ of science.   What we are told then, is nothing to do with what we know,  because what we know comes from the core of our being.  With this in mind we can connect to this core of emotion and intuition and let it be the teacher. We discover ‘‘the ability to feel with rather than for.’’ It requires no religious faith and very little science.  In fact I would go so far as to say that knowing is the highest philosophical state of being that there is – the true light of understanding.  In his book ‘Lectures on Ancient Philosophy’, Manly P Hall, founder of the Philosophical Research Society has this to say about knowing...

‘’He who would know and comprehend must learn to think and dream and feel in the rhythm of the senses [emotion and intuition] for that vast ebb and flow of measureless eternity, for only when man ceases to be man is he not man’’.

In this knowing state of being there can be no lies for man and woman have become truly human.

Aliens in 1965?

A childhood experience revisited

The Ufo/Alien craze that has been sweeping across the internet in recent decades is confounding to say the least.  I have always kept a healthy amount of scepticism when reading reports of alien visitors and ‘things seen in the sky’.  We all know that video and photographic ‘evidence’ can be edited, photo-shopped and altered to look ‘alien’. Therefore I always apply caution when veiwing these kinds of data.  Whilst the subject of UFO’s may contain these kinds of flaws, the issue itself is certainly a phenomena that raises more questions than it answers.

Am I a believer?  Well, for starters I don’t set myself up for any kind of belief system.  My whole philosophy is based on what can be known or experienced rather than blind faith in what I am told about any aspect of life.   Therefore, the only truth that there is for me is based on experiential knowledge.  I have two choices: I can know or not know something to be true. Secondly, there is alot of disinformation out there from which money is to be made from unwitting subscribers who purchase dvd’s and books on every subject under the umbrella of ufology and alienolgy.  The whole subject seems to  be turning into a post-modern myth with theory after theory presented to the public from conferences and gatherings across the globe, papers written and presented.  Now even the psychologists have become involved with research papers emerging on the phenomena of alien abduction.  How does one sort through all this research to find truth?  My feelings are that there is some truth in what is presented but there is also much fantasising and opportunism out there.

This brings me to one of those experiences where one’s knowledge of a phenomena is either verified or disproved.  The event I am about to describe is one of those experiences.  It happened in the summer of 1965 in the North of England. A small market town close to a larger city whose landscape was dotted with textile mills and tall industrial chimneys.  Three young children exploring a disused branch-line railway station.  Looking for adventure to fill the long idyllic days of childhood school holidays, the three set out on their bicycles to investigate the now abandoned railway station...

There was no direct road access to the station.  Commuters in the sixties were a different breed and the station’s position reflected this.  Commuters walked to the station just as modern travellers walk to the bus stop.  From where we lived it was just a few minutes walk or two minutes on our bicycles.  A short flight of steps led to a narrow grassy path of about 50 meters in length, which led directly to the station.  My brother Gary aged 7, our friend David aged 8 and myself aged 9 wheeled our cycles up the short flight of stone steps, arrived at the station and parked our bikes on the lane outside.  It was quiet, the only sounds being the buzzing of nature coming from the now overgrown grassy banks and the twittering of birds from from nearby trees and crumbling rooftop.


We headed straight to the long shed.  Piles of wooden sleepers and rusting metal parts lined the once grand, Victorian platform.  Where the tracks had been, wild flowers and grass now sprouted.  Lupins in every shade, wild rose, campion, buttercup and livingstone daises now grew unhindered by the machinery of a lost age of local train travel.  This was one of many local stations closed down in the sixties; the end of an era when goods and people were mostly transported by rail and the roads and highways were quiet by todays standards.

In each of the corners of the shed stood a black, cast iron staircase spiralling upwards to the first floor.  We loved those staircases and they were always the object of our first adventure upon arriving.  Running up the steps we arrived at what had been the station office.  A few old filing cabinets and a an ancient desk were the only items left now.  The game we played was called dare.  Who hasn’t played variations of this game since childhood was invented?  The floorboards on the first floor were extremely hazardous.  Many were loose.  There were many gaps where they had split or rotted due to the invasion of the elements through holes in the roof. The creeks and groans of the boards echoed eerily as we tenaciously treaded across them and dared each other to take ‘just one more step’!  When the borderline of fear had reached its limit we fled back down the spiral stairways to the safety of the Yorkshire sandstone platform.  Climbing off the platform on to the track was also hazardous because of its depth.  Remember we were only nippers - two young boys and a girl - but we were determined to succeed.  Up and down we clambered as the time slowly slipped away. 

I don’t know what made me look.  It wasn’t sound for there was no sound coming out of the silence beyond the echoes of playing children.  Was it a movement out of the corner of my eye?  Was it a feeling of something?  Something sinister?  There was something weird and definately not right. Something unknown, unusual had entered the space around me. That’s all I know - all I remember.  I recall that as my head turned to the right I let out a long scream and for a few seconds I froze to the spot.  We were all on the track.  David shouted, ‘What’? and followed my eyes to the spiral staircase at the northwest corner of the building.  David let out a fearful yowl.  Gary was also now looking and I remember how he shouted to me in fear;

''Melody get me out''


And we all saw this event at the same time. 

Three figures were walking down the steps.  They were strangely identical in body, face and dress. Like identical triplets.  Cloned.   Black clothing from head to foot.  Even their feet were black.  They stood out against a background of crumbling white plastered walls.  They weren’t wearing coats or jackets. They had identical close shaved hair-styles.  Remember this was the sixties when young men sported ‘Beatle’ mops and beards.  Their clothing was either trousers and high-necked sweater or some kind of all-in-one leotard-type affair.  These three faceless rigid male figures stepped together in slow and synchronous steps as if they had been choreographed or set going by some mechanical clockwork device. The slow dance-like movements forever haunt me. Rigid arms and legs, they stared straight ahead without looking at us - expressionless, featureless zombie-like faces.  All of these things stick to my memory more than anything else.  They were perfectly identical in shape and form. They never spoke, they never looked our way.  We never heard the floor boards creek.  Minutes before, we had been up on the first floor and there was nobody else there.  We would have seen them enter from where we were playing as we had a 360 degree view of the whole of the ground floor.

Panic overtook us rapidly and we scrambled to climb back up onto the platform to flee from the situation.  I got up first, being the tallest, followed by David.  All I could say was, be quick, be quick – they’re coming!’  Gary being the smallest was struggling to get off the tracks and I remember the panic as we pulled his arms whilst trying to keep one eye on the staircase.  The three sinister figures continued their slow descent of the steps. Drawing on hidden strength that seems super-human now, David and I just grabbed Gary and hauled him up to safety.  Then we ran and ran letting our pent-up fear out as screams as we went.  We never looked back. 

David’s father worked nights shifts and when we got back he was up drinking tea. We blabbered out what had happened.  Roy was sceptical but agreed to go straight away to take a look around.  Fifteen minutes later he was back.  ‘’There’s no-one there kids, nothing.  I looked all around the place, upstairs and down, inside and outside and there’s no-one there.’’  We never went back there to play. 

Imagination?

Three children see the same event.  I’ve always felt that all children have the right to be believed.  I know what I saw and Gary knows what he saw.  My brother now lives in the South of England.  We lost contact with David after secondary school.  Sometimes when Gary and I meet up, one of us will suddenly glaze over and say,

‘’Do you remember the station?’’ 

‘’What do you think it was?’’

‘’I don’t know, but it was real wasn’t it?’’

‘’Yes, it was real’’

A flashback, a nervous laugh, a knowing grin.

Zombies? Aliens? Men in black?

Or just pranksters playing at being weirdos?

We know what we saw is the only conclusion I can draw from this event.  This is my testimony of things seen in an abandoned railway station in the summer of 1965.  This was my experience.  This is my truth.

David, if ever you read this blog please get in touch.  Your memory of the station would be much appreciated.