Power

Power is the opposite of love. No matter how we might twist it, the purpose of power is to impose one’s will, not to support the will of others. Love proposes, power imposes. People who seek power obviously don’t know that. Someone once said that only a fool would seek power, only a saint would accept it. The dangers of corruption are just too great.

The reason why imposition of power doesn’t work is that every single person in the world is an individual, and the world “individual” comes from Latin meaning: indivisible or inseparable. From what? At some level, from the single, omnipresent Consciousness.

Those who claim to follow a religion, it means inseparable from God. Hence, the imposition of power by anyone on anyone should be avoided even at one’s own cost.

Apparently, most politicians, or those running various churches, or perhaps making millions on Wall Street, never heard about it, or… they can’t speak Latin. Nevertheless, ignorance of law is no excuse for breaking in. We break it in this life, and we’ll pay for it in the next. And the next. And… until we set it right. Until we restore the balance.

That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.

But we mustn’t blame those wielding power. Most people, though the majority would never admit it, want to be told what to do, and how to do it. They also want someone they can blame when things don’t work out. Perhaps life is intended to be joyful, not easy. If we enjoy challenges, then our lives are filled with joy.

And if any of us still wonder why did the great teachers of the past always stress the importance of love, the answer is easy. It is because, as I mention above, love is the antithesis of power. Power destroys him or her who wields it. Empires fall. Always. As do those who wield power. Love makes us One. It makes us Immortal.

The really Good News is that very, very few, of us have the onus to impose our will on others. It is a heavy cross to bear. But most of us are either independent, or are trying to be. And thus, only very few of us are subject to influence of deadly corruption. It doesn’t matter if the power is political, economical, religious or any other. It corrupts. Most of us do not wield power. We offer love, instead. Aren’t we lucky?

See my point?

Happy New Year!

More in my essay #5, “Power”, in my book entitled Beyond Religion I, a collection of essays. You might enjoy them. Let me know if you do. 

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Death

To save you having to read the rest of this blog let me state, right here and now, that there is no such a thing as death. Nothing can ever cease to exist. It can transmute itself into other forms, metamorphose into other shapes, other uses, but it cannot die—meaning—cease to exist. Both, manifested and the un-manifested realities are eternal.

Only those should read on who accept the above a priori. This is pure physics. Matter can turn into energy, energy into matter. No disappearance, no dying. The physicists, particularly in special and general relativity, call it mass-energy equivalence.

So the only question we must ask ourselves is if there is anything that the generally accepted definitions of mass and energy do not cover. Does beauty exist? Are there emotions? Are they ‘real’? And what of love—does love exist? Is it a form of energy? And, of course, there are thoughts gallivanting all over the universe. Our thoughts? Do they really exist? Or do we merely imagine that we think—that anyone is capable of generating thoughts? Imagine? But if so, what is imagination, what of its mass and energy equivalence? And what of that which has no mass, just behaves as though it had—like light. Do photons really exist? And as for thoughts, once produced, where do they go? Are they absorbed into whatever we are thinking about? Into a piece of music, or a painting, or sculpture? What happens to them?

Are any of those concepts real?

If the answer to any of the above is yes, then they too, at their most elemental form, must remain immortal, subject to metamorphosis and/or transmutation, of course, but they can never cease to exist.

Like you and me.

It is my contention that we, yes—you and I—are foci of consciousness which generate thoughts, emotions, imagination, feelings, other than physical—those we assign to the material enclosures in which we reside at present. But when asleep, when dreaming, when flying on the wings of fancy, it is not our physical body that carries our awareness. It is the entity we constructed with our thoughts generated by our minds, not brains but minds, with our emotions—both attributes of our consciousness. Our bodies can’t do that. Remove consciousness from our bodies and they are little more than bags of water with an admix of some minerals.

People mused for millennia trying to define their real selves. To define means to set limitations, and our I AM has no limitations. Thus, it can’t be done. I AM is eternally connected, indomitably indivisible from that which is Omnipresent, Eternal, Indestructible.

Nothing dies. Not the I AM. And thus neither can you nor I. Two years ago I wrote an essay entitled WHO AM I? It is part of my collection of essays in the book Beyond Religion III. It reaches out into ancient history, tracing the search for our identity. You might find it interesting. 

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Love, Romance and Sex

It must be ages since we confused some common words, which seem to fill, so often, our “literary” pages. Romance, love, and sex, have became completely interchangeable; and this in spite of Shakespeare and a host of poets, who did their level best to draw lines between them. Of course, the use of language must, per force, always sink to its lowest denominator—to the level the vast majority of people. How else could writers make a living?

Alas, many are called, only few are chosen. I am writing this to those who wish to be chosen. To the chosen few who decided not to follow the masses.

Yet, as we know from Peter & Paul, both are necessary. The many are needed to sustain the human species from which the few can rise to unprecedented levels. The Shakespeares, mentioned above, the Mozarts, the Leonardo da Vincis, the saints and saviors, the masters in so many fields… they are all part of the same human species. Yet, are they not the chosen few?

The ridiculous thing is that when Einstein’s brain was examined, it differed in no way from many others on the autopsy table. We all have the same, i.e. near infinite, potential. We are all gods in the making, latent geniuses, almost ready to enhance our species.

What happened?

We confused love, romance and sex.

Romance and sex sustain our species, our place in the animal kingdom. Every animal species indulges in sex, quite a few in romance. Observe the romance that Birds of Paradise display in mating. Few humans can match it. Few humans would, even if they could. And even parental love is inbred in our genes. It forces each species to look after its young. This, too, is still part of procreation.

But there is also a different kind of love. In moments of great inspiration this kind of love can be manifested, though… rarely in nonhumans. It is called Unconditional Love. It is the kind of love that can make us divine. The kind of love that does not differentiate between ‘us’ and ‘them’. Which makes us One.

In my new historical novel, Peter & Paul, I discuss the concept of the many and the few. You might enjoy it. It is about the greatest gift that we can give to each other. 

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The Good News!

Various Christian sects seem to ignore the Bible. A few phrases to consider. When addressed as “good,” Yeshûa replied: “Why do you call me good? No one is good by God alone”.  (Mark 10:18)

“I can do nothing on my own…” (John 5:30), he assured.

When addressed as master, Yeshûa replied: I am not your master…” (Gospel of Thomas 15).

“As you sow that ye shall also reap”, admonishes Paul in his letter to the Galatians.

If anyone thinks that they can break the Laws and be “saved” through someone else’s efforts, the last statement denies it. It seems to be an error perpetrated by many Christian sects, presumably to make themselves indispensible as intermediaries, and thus make money out of the idea. Having someone else suffer for our own mistakes is the very opposite of the biblical teaching.

Yeshûa did not die for our “sins”, (which word, in Greek, is derived from archery and means: “missing the mark”), but because he had been depriving the establishment, i. e. the Pharisees and the Sadducees, of their tithes. They had a good thing going, just like our present day churches, and were not prepared to lose it for the life of one man. In the past, the Roman Church did the same thing, only worse, during the inquisition. Many men have been killed for a lot less than that.

And now for the good stuff.

For a number of years, the New Testament has been referred to as the “Good News”. And indeed, no news had ever been better. After many twists and turns, which the Jews have imposed on the Old Testament, Yeshûa, stated that we, and we alone, are the masters of our fate. That whatsoever we sow we shall also reap. That if we sow love, kindness, compassion, tolerance, generosity, forgiveness, and whatever else we wish to experience in our Kingdom, that is what we shall receive in kind. Sounds like a mathematical equation. 

For my part, I noticed that Yeshûa threw in an “extra” to sweeten his promise. On parting he added: “These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full”.

Joy, not suffering. Joy!

May your Christmases be always joyful.

I think there is more.

I think that out there, in the realm of his Kingdom, he continues to work on the immense storage of, what Carl Jung calls, our racial memory, to enhance our prospects of earning our dues. That’s the interest we get on the good deeds we store in our subconscious.

You can’t get much better than that, can you?

P.S.: Blog September 24, 2012.  “…the name Jesus is meaningless. His name… was Yeshûa, not Jesus. In Hebrew, Yeshûa (an abbreviated form of Yehoshûa), means “Yah is salvation”, that is in no way reflected in the Greek version of his misspelled, mispronounced name, which the religions adopted.] 

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End of the World

Surprise!

The Mayan calendar is finished and we are not.

I am glad you are still around to read this. There have been many forecasts proclaiming the End of the World. The Mayan Calendar is no exception. Nor are people who propagate such scare tactics. Some say that Jehovah’s Witnesses alone, posted more than ten dates for our impending demise. You sure we’re all still around?

The only world that will ever end for you, or me, is the world we have created as individuals.

There are many theories about the world. They are always very physical—very materialistic. First there was just one world—the solar system, the rest was just painted sky. Then there was a galaxy. Then we had many galaxies. Later a big, fat, or was it flat (?) universe. Then many universes. Finally, just recently, a multi-universe. Give them enough time and money, and the theoretical cosmologists will invent a whole bunch more of them.

This, providing we have the money, wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for the fact that none of the universes they invent are real. Nothing physical is really real. As stated in many of my blogs (and my book Delusions), whatever the scientists come up with is 99.99999999999% empty space, and probably long dead by the time they become aware of it. Their science is literally running on empty.

Don’t get me wrong. One scientist in about 100,000 is good. Really good. Clever. Like in any other profession.

On the other hand, there is no denying that the universe, or multi-universes, or whatever they want to call it, is there. Or here, depending on our point of view. The fact is that the moment we withdraw our consciousness either in sleep, or by having been knocked out, or by leaving our body permanently (some call it dying), all the universes we’ve left behind no longer exist. At least not for us. So the only universe that ends is ours. That’s right. Anyone’s particular universe—is no more.

All other, ah… imaginary universes are maintained and sustained by all other people who are still pretending that they are there. I mean here. Alive? Like the ex-Mayans, or the scientists.

So… we might as well enjoy the universes while we can. And, let us not sleep too long, lest they are no more there when we wake up. Ah… if we wake up. We can always dream, of course. Or…

Never mind. 

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Do we really have Free Will?

Lao Tzu, the great Chinese mystic and philosopher, said: “Tao is always impartial, it is always on the side of the just man.”

At first sight, “impartial” and “always on the side of the just man,” seem contradictory. They are not. Not if we accept that there is no such thing as good and evil.

The concepts of good and evil are part of the dualistic reality, which is an illusion. In the East, for thousands of years they called it Maya. For as long as we think of the material world, which according to scientists is mostly empty space, as real, we suffer from dichotomy, in which we are little more than cogs in a universal machine turning the axis of Awagawan—we continue to walk in circles, hardly moving forward to free ourselves from the illusion of duality. Until we accept our “spiritual nature” as real, we are subject to the indomitable Universal Laws which rule the animal kingdom.

And what is “spiritual nature”? It is the attribute of an entity that sees itself as an individualization of the Omnipresent Consciousness. Once this bridge is crossed, we can endow this entity with any gamut of qualities, which do not deny the intrinsic oneness.

Only after we awaken, to use the Buddhist expression, to this realization, do we discover that we can share in the free will with which pure consciousness is endowed. Only then we can move mountains, heal the sick, create beauty to enhance the world for others. But first… we must wake up. Others have done it before us.

It is our choice.

Until we do, our free will is limited to puny and temporary refusal to obey the Universal Laws, which in the physical reality will never be denied. We shall be limited to pushing the Sisyphean rock up the eternal mountain, to repeat the same mistakes, tread the same paths, for eons and eons.

But, as it happens, we are free to stop. We are free to open our eyes, to open our ears and accept the Truth. This alone is within the realm of our free will.

The subject is also discussed in Beyond Religion I.

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Yeshûa

Soon, very soon, we shall celebrate the feast commemorating Yeshûa’s birth. He wasn’t born on December 25th, of course, but tradition will lead us to enjoy this date with expectation of joy.

The strangest thing is that, as far as one can gather, Yeshûa didn’t come to create any religion. Like all the other Hebrew prophets of the past, he’d “come”, or chosen as his mission, to steer his people, the Jews, back on the path from which they have strayed. Just like the Christians today.

Prophet Isaiah (9:6) probably said it best. For unto us a child is born… My Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism offers this meaning veiled in the biblical symbolic idiom:

“For I feel the onset of a New Consciousness within me, a new awareness of the Divine Presence: and to It I submit control over the totality of being: for I know that Its nature is filled with a great wonder, that It will counsel me in all my endeavors, that there are no limits to Its awesome power, that It shall be the Source of my creation, while ever maintaining Divine Peace of my being.”

Not many people interpret Isaiah’s words in this way. Indeed, in spite of the prophet’s words, they choose to ignore their essence, and continue to externalize the source of the power, the inspiration, the source of all their attributes that, surely, reside within them.

Attributes that reside within us.

All of us.

No wonder. It took Yeshûa some 18 years to learn and understand their meaning. Eighteen years conspicuously hidden from any mention in the Bible, except for one statement in Luke 2:52: “And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.”

This single reference states that Yeshûa (Jesus’ real name) was not ‘born’ with some incredible—not to mention—divine powers, but he “increased in wisdom and stature” over the years. It alludes to the 18 years of arduous studies, of research, of knocking on the doors of wisdom, until they swung opened for him. And, it seems, only when he discovered the meaning of Isaiah’s words, and delegated all the decisions to the higher consciousness he recognized within himself, he said: “I and my father are one”.

Although, at the time, this last statement attributed to Yeshûa had been considered blasphemy—as it would be now—the same statement is true of you and me, and every person who becomes, as Buddha would say, awakened to his or her true nature.

Just how Yeshûa reached this wisdom and “gained favour with God and man” you can see in my book “Yeshûa—Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus.” There may have been other ways, indeed thousands of them. But one thing is certain. He studied and searched and knocked on every door, which offered hope for enlightenment, until he found it.

The moral? If you don’t find divinity within yourself, you most certainly will not find it outside.

Perhaps we ought to follow in his footsteps. 

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The Face of Loneliness

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I don’t have time for a very rich social life. Having written some 30 books since my retirement, plus countless articles, short stories, blogs and poems (in two languages), my social interaction is limited to occasional dinners for six, both in and out of my house. In spite of that, perhaps thanks to my wife, I’ve never felt lonely. Perhaps loneliness is a luxury I simply do not have time for. 

And this brings me to the famous, infamous for some, Facebook.

There, I count friends in their hundreds, soon to be thousands. And believe me, some have proven to be real friends: helpful, obliging, giving, cheering, showering me with encouragements in my writing aspirations.

And then there are the others. The lonely ones. They too are friends. They too have the need to share their interests, even as I do. The only problem is that I really have little interest in cooking/baking cakes, finding new ways to become obese in quickest way possible. While I love animals, some own me even now, I find only about a thousand expressions a cat can have which I feel the need to share with others—the next 10,001 are, well, repetitions on the same theme.

And then there are those who keep forgetting what they look like, and feel the need to tell the world that they uploaded yet another image of themselves, to make sure that we, too, don’t forget their faces. Well, they are Facebook friends. Take away their faces and what have you got left?

Cakes, cats, dogs and… is there something else?

Yes. There is. There are others.

There are those who share with me their latest achievements. The books they read, or wrote, the articles of interest, deep political/religious observations, and a thousand and one items of interest, which often brighten my day.

Finally, there are the jewels among my FB friends. They display on my home page a piece of art, or a miracle of nature, and when I click on it I am invited to their secret gardens, they call them albums, wherein they share with me miracles of human or nature’s achievements.

Unfortunately those are the few. The many will continue sharing their faces, cats, dogs and the latest fattening ingredients of their daily diet.

Good luck to all of you. Happy Hanukah and, although it’s still a bit early, Happy Xmas, Feliz Navidad, Joyous Kwanzaa, and Merry whatever it is that you’re celebrating. And I also wish you Happy Facebooking in 2013!

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Big and little Bangs

 

The other day I read on the BBC Internet News that the scientists couldn’t understand why such a gargantuan black hole could exist in the middle of such a small galaxy. At first I thought the learned astrophysicist must have been joking.

Also on the Internet, “Sky and Telescope”, labeling itself, “THE ESSENTIAL GUIDE TO ASTRONOMY” reports:

A record-breaking black hole lurking at the center of a compact galaxy weighs about 17 billion Suns, a new study finds. Now astronomers are wondering: how did such a small galaxy come to harbor a leviathan?

Are they really? Wondering?

Isn’t it obvious to a ten year-old? Sorry, no offence to the ten-year olds.

And then I remembered the sentiments about the scientists I expressed in my book DELUSIONS—Pragmatic Realism. Garbage in, garbage out. Apparently this applied not only to electronic computers by to the electric impulses gallivanting in scientists’ heads. Just how do the scientists imagine the Big Bang happen. From a Baby Bang in the middle of a great void?

For a black hole to “weigh” about 17 billion Suns, it must have grown from an equally gargantuan mega-galaxy over billions (and billions?) of years. Perhaps longer than our present, visible Universe exists. Perhaps the origin of our World wasn’t such a big bang after all. Perhaps there are many bigger hiccups still to come. Think about it. Seventeen billion suns? And… there may well be many bigger ones.

I wonder what will our astronomers say to that.

PS. While shivering at the thought of a 17 billion Sun type black hole, let us not forget that the, so called, matter is 99.99999999999% empty space. (Read my book, I didn’t make it up). Under those circumstances, the gargantuan black hole might not be so gargantuan after all.

I just love our scientists, don’t you?

The only thing that is billions of times bigger than our Sun is the dollars they spend on their research facilities. On the other hand, isn’t money also imaginary? Perhaps it, too, it is just a delusion?

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Nature will not be denied

If we could twist nature around our little finger and make it behave, we wouldn’t be in the mess we are in. We can get down on both knees and beg God, or the Big Juju up there in the sky, to stop warming up the weather, to regulate the climate a little better, to cut down on those storms, earthquakes, tsunamis, and hurricanes and, well, unless you have greater powers than the greatest saints and saviours had in the past, it won’t do any of us much good.

I am talking, of course, about the Laws of Nature. Newton tried hard to define some of them, but some 2000 years ago we had been given a hint about a few others; and… “Till heaven and earth pass away, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law…”

Some of us might think that this is some kind of mysterious, quasi “religious” warning concerning our spiritual wellbeing, but let us not kid ourselves. The Bible is a very practical book. It deals with the laws of nature, which had been created over billions of years of evolution to give us the best environment in which to grow, yes, spiritually.

In which we could develop the infinite potential of our consciousness. That’s what ‘spiritually’ means. Our consciousness.

If we try to destroy those laws, or the environment they control, we shall pay. In fact, listen to the World News. We are paying already. In September 2005, a paper published in Science magazine reported that in the in past 30 years, the number of Category 4 and 5 hurricanes had increased worldwide by 80%. Then there are other climatic cataclysms.

Look at New York. Is that close enough?

So unless we want our Earth, let alone heaven, i.e. the dualistic reality to live in, to “pass away”, we’d better learn a thing or two about the Law. I am not, nor do I have the slightest intention to become a preacher and tell you what to do. Each one of us must learn for him/her-self. We might be messing things up en mass, but we shall all die individually. In birth and death, we are always alone. Before and after, it is up to us.

This is not a threat. This is a promise.

If you’d rather escape into the realm of science-fiction, then you are welcome to try my Enigma of the Second Coming. It presents a very different alternative. 

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The Aquarius Trilogy

Somebody once told me, actually a number of people did, that my novel WALL—Love, Sex, and Immortality is “begging for a sequel”. Well, as the saying goes, you (some of you) asked for it. The sequel has swollen into a Trilogy, and I am stuck with having to write it.

But, let us be quite clear. If I write it you’d better read it. And enjoy it. That last proviso is an absolute must! Without being propped up by this hope I’d never dream of embarking on such a long, two-volume task.

The Aquarian Trilogy will consist of the WALL—Love, Sex, and Immortality, which you already know; it will be followed by PLUTO EFFECT, and then end up with the 7TH RACE. And when I get through with these, nothing will induce me to write another word on the subject. As for the meaning of the titles, we must let Dr. Simon Jones, PhD, the visiting professor of Comparative Religion at McGill University, and hence visiting a dozen other universities, to explain.

Very briefly, the Pluto Effect alludes to the biblical admonition that one “cannot pour new wine into old skins”, without destroying both, the quality of wine and possible the skins themselves. In our day and age, when we no longer use skins, we must find a way to make room for new wine, or systems, without destroying the vessels, which can or could support the new ones. In symbolic terms, we are the vessels. Wine is the new knowledge, new abilities, new traits evolution bestows on us. It is, what might be called, the natural order of things.

As for writing the Trilogy, frankly, I had no choice. The upheavals, which are at present sweeping the world, are mounting, threatening to upset all present systems, possibly resulting in a completely new political and economical structure of the world order. The present systems, powers, organizations will have a hard time to fit into the new scheme of things.

And let us make no mistake about this.

The forthcoming New Order will be as different from the world we live in today, as the atomic bomb and supersonic flights were from the days when the Christ walked this Earth. We had two thousand years to learn the lessons he imparted to us, and now, in the Age of Aquarius, we shall bear the consequences of our learning.

I think most of us already suspect that. My job is to show how such a cataclysmic change as is already in the making can take place without destroying all humanity. And trust me, it is going to be cataclysmic. And yet, humanity will survive, if only…

I’d better leave that for later.

Don’t hold your breath. It will take me a while to write parts 2 and 3. But when the books come, you’d better be ready for a surprise of a lifetime. And a shock it will be. That’s a promise. 

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For or Against Evolution

The question is what is it that we want to evolve. Is it our bodies, our minds? Or our technology, which will all too soon make our bodies obsolete?

There are prophets of impending doom, Ray Kurzweil (The Singularity Is Near) foremost among them. Only he didn’t recognize it as doom. His arguments sounds almost as a blessing, hailing the time when computers surpass the human acumen.

Do we care? Should we?

The scientists will probably have me shot, but, well, I don’t care that much. It is true that the vast majority of us will be replaced by computers. After all, they are smarter, faster, and don’t go on strike. They don’t even get sick, or fat and ugly. I am more concerned how quickly I can replace the dead cells in my brain. How quickly I can make new connections, synapses, between those new neurons and the old ones. Yes, we can do it from childhood all the way to old age.

It takes a little effort.

And then, I got a helping hand from an unexpected quarter. A professor of neurology from Harvard made a statement, which I also made at the age of 14. I asked my uncle, also a professor at a university, if mind was the product of the brain, or was it the other way round.

“Don’t be childish,” he replied. “The brain is what makes us tick. It generates thought.” He said it in a slightly more scientific way. And now, a fully accredited professor from Harvard made a statement, which restored my faith in my youthful ramblings.

“I’m not my brain,” the doc said on PBS, “I’m the user of my brain. I use my mind to control my brain.”

I waited many years to have my thesis confirmed by a man with a PhD after his name. So I am not the raving maniac some of my friend consider me to be. My mind, the intangible, invisible mind, controls the tactile, visible, material, group of cells which other scientists recognize as the centre of our awareness. I, on the other hand, treat my brain as a computer conveniently located inside my head.  

I felt vindicated.

Rudolph E. Tanzi, PhD, the said professor of neurology at Harvard, said so. In public. 

Henceforth, I hope that at least some of us, just a few, will continue to work hard to replace our brain cells until one day, another Mozart, or Beethoven, or Chopin or Moussorgsky, or Leonardo will be born, and we, the few, will be overwhelmed with joy.

And computers, so much smarter than we are, will have no idea what all the fuss is about.

If you’re a student of reality, you might enjoy my thoughts on it in DELUSIONS—Pragmatic Realism. 

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When Two become One

Some of us are lucky. We never suffered from millions of expensive toys having been thrown at as, when children, probably to keep us quiet. Being free from the plethora of waste, we had been forced to create our own playthings; forced to use our imagination, our brains, just to amuse ourselves. We invented our own toys, even our realities, which sated our need to exercise our neurons, to quench our inner hunger; to fill our life with vitality, with joy upon which we could grow and mature into adulthood.

Yes, we were the lucky ones.

And if we were luckier still, then our real self, the entity which has chosen to express itself through our physical, mental and emotional constructs, stretched out a helping hand and drew us outward and upward to give us a foretaste of immortality.

Such was The Princess.

Her name was Sandra. It is her story as much as Alec’s that my novel recounts. Being a fable it must start with words, “Once upon a time”, but, contrary to the assurances of most fabulists, it really does go on forever after.

Beautiful as only a princess can be, she is commanding, virtually all knowing, kind, loving… Real princesses are like that. And if they are truly on our side, then, one day, if we are luckier still, they merge their being with ours, for ever — for ever-after, if you like. That’s what fables are for. They make the seemingly impossible — possible, the unattainable — within reach. Alec found his Princess. If you read my book, perhaps you will also find yours. Pay attention, and Alec will show you how.

The Princess [Alexander Trilogy Book One].

On Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday this month, it is free. That’s December 4th, 5th, and 6th. Don’t miss it. Kate Jones wrote that, “The cosmic merging of Alec and Sandra is exceptional writing, even for you...”. She meant me. Would you believe it?!

Enjoy!

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The Question of Self-Realization

When asked who we are, we usually reply by naming the job we do, perhaps our marital status, our nationality. 

The fact is, that most of us walk through our lives with little idea of who we really are, let alone knowing what we are supposed to be, or better still, what role we are supposed to play. Most women seem to think that they fulfill their mission in life by bearing, then, hopefully, raising children. Men, on their part, take on the job of a provider, of one who enables his family to keep “body and soul” together.

We seem to forget that every animal on earth does exactly the same. Shouldn’t we aspire to something more? More than just being sustainers of the human species? Something more than what every mammal, every bird, every reptile does in the course of their stay on Earth? Aren’t we more than that?

Many men in the past tried to persuade us that we are more. We listened, smiled, nodded, and continued walking in the path of Awagawan, the “coming and going”, in seemingly endless circles, without ever taking advantage of the great Masters’ teaching.

Until one day, a lightening strikes, and we realize that we are not what we seem to be. We realize that the bodies which we protect with such care are no more than physical enclosures for an incredible individualized unites of consciousness, which for countless years resided within us, desperately trying to make itself known to our physical awareness.

When that happens we become aware of our true nature. We also discover that when we begin doing what the consciousness within asks of us, we reach a level of happiness completely heretofore unknown to us. We also learn, gradually, what are our unique talents, what we are suppose to be doing, how best we can serve the world, serve humanity, to benefit the most for ourselves.

This fact alone gives us a sense of euphoria.

This is the arrival at the gates of self-realization.

At this moment we become aware of our immortality. At long last, we come truly alive.

Some of this is explained by Thomas in my Key to Immortality. The rest is up to us. 

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Blogs from another World

Why from another world? Well, I often feel like a stranger here, on Earth; like a transient visitor who cannot quite figure out what is going on with our world. Perhaps that is why many of my books have metaphysical overtones.

Sue me!

As for blogs, I write them because more people read them than any of my books—and this in spite of the fact that, upon request, I am willing to offer any and all of my books for free. A request sent to my email (mailto:stan@stanlaw.ca) will reward you with a coupon for a free download. Or downloads. Plural. All I ask in return is a short review on the Amazon.

Alas, you seem to prefer blogs.

Of course, the blogs are shorter. Perhaps like an aria, without being forced to listen to the whole opera. On the other hand, my books have chapters, and those are split into paragraphs. You might like to think of them as many blogs glued together. Would that help?

It would help if you liked the subjects that fascinate me. The genre. I write about Human Potential. About what we can achieve when we try. Or even in spite of ourselves. I write about that potential is resting in us, within each one of us, waiting to be discovered. Acknowledged. Recognized. Only then it can swell into a magnificent conflagration. Or spread out into an endless ocean. Or reach the stars. It’s all up to us.

Read my books and you’ll find out.

I’ll tell you what. Try one and we’ll see. I present you the whole spectrum for you to choose from. And remember, they won’t cost you a penny, or a cent, if you reside in North America. And the choice is your. Remember that Smashwords offers downloads to you computer and/or just about any electronic devise you can think of. You have more than 30 books to choose from.

Enjoy!

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The Good, the Bad and the Indifferent

During the months preceding the elections in the great country south of our borders, I was amazed at the passion of the Democrats, and by their efforts to protect the rights of the (relatively) poor, perhaps even the indifferent. They did so bearing full wrath of the Republicans, who have proven on many occasions, with many public statements, that anyone who is against their policies is anti-American.

Amazing!

As an example, the friends I have outside the States recognize the Fox News as a source of daily humor. This opinion was broadly supported by great many of my FB friends who are very much US citizens. Not one of them took the news channel seriously. And yet they, the newscasters, insist on making a public spectacle of themselves, seemingly unaware of the effect they have on many people.

The Democrats, on the other hand, within a mere four years, managed to restore the respect, which the USA held throughout the world, yet which was virtually lost during the Bush years. Perhaps they managed to do so by showing respect for other people’s views, without treating them all as ‘anti-American’, just because they disagreed with them.

My problem is that, at heart, my sentiments lie with a group that has no hope of ever achieving hegemony in the States, a group called the Libertarians. In my insignificant way I support the concept of limited, constitutional government, low taxes, free markets, honest money and many other aspects of Libertarian philosophy, though never at the expense of helping those which are in need. What I do not support is ignorance replacing common sense, rudeness replacing politeness, lies replacing the truth, hate replacing love, and other unfortunate traits which seem to have become dominant in the political environment.

I am sure there are exceptions. Yet the majority of my Republican friends seem completely oblivious to the observation mentioned above. Not so the Democrats.

Yet there are also men in the USA who have little to do with any of the parties mentions, who try to restore real democracy to their Great Country. Men like Chris Hedges, who, as an example, asks his compatriots to sign a petition to “Take profit out of war”. 

Perhaps the best example of the enigma that exists south of our border is Warren Buffet, who although a billionaire supports the Democratic cause. I am willing to bet all I have that he (like me) is also a Republican at heart. It would be a shame if he could not follow the dictates of his desires for reasons created by the media or, perhaps, some poorly chosen politicians.

On the personal side, my own paradox is that most of my friends south of the border are Republicans (or were friends until they read this), and they in no way support the image which their media had created for them. They are the nicest, friendliest, most generous people. They just choose questionably characters to lead them.

Pity!

Or, perhaps, it’s all just a DELUSION. 

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The Two-Edged Sword

We all get so much help from the Universe that most people, yes, most, feel compelled to create a wonderful god in their own image and likeness to justify the munificence that most of us experience.

And this in spite of the way most of us live.

Many of us tend to overeat; we don’t exercise; we breathe polluted air (which we have created); we cut down on restorative sleep short; we drink alcohol—often to excess and… yet, we continue living. When we can no longer cope with the consequences of our actions, we go to quacks—pardon me—physicians, who treat our symptoms but seldom if ever the causes of our self-induced delinquencies.

Let’s face it. The vast majority of us abuse the generosity with which the Universe endows us.

And when we can no longer cope with our physical condition created by our persistent peccadilloes, we blame others. Always others. Why didn’t the government tell us that we shouldn’t eat so much sugar (red meat, white flower, drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes-cigars-pipes, etc., etc., etc.)? How were we supposed to know?

Eve had given us an apple to know good from bad. Why didn’t we listen?

That’s a parable. ‘Eve’ symbolizes our subconscious, our soul, the place where we store our knowledge acquired over millions of years. If human race survived to this day, that only means that we, the human race, had the knowledge to survive, before we had learned to treat symptoms rather than correct the root of the problems we create.

Linus Pauling (1901-1994), the only double Nobel Laureate, was the first to notice the dangers of relying on ‘medicine’. Since his time, a small group of physicians have joined the cause. Dr. Andrew Weil, Dr. Alan Fuhrman… there are a few others.

And yet, the Universe continues to support us with air, food, drink, and all other necessities of biological survival.

Nevertheless, in a world that is set on automatic (see my blog “Innocent”), the generosity of the Universe is a two-edged sword. While it supplies us with seemingly inexhaustible amounts of food, energy and other items, our superb immune system extends our life beyond our due. In fact, thanks to our immune system, long life is no longer a blessing. Rather it looks very much like punishment for our abuse of that generosity. We spend the last years paying for our errors. Dementia, Alzheimer’s, a variety of cancers…

This can be avoided if we learn to listen to our subconscious.

PS. The long promised historical novel, Peter and Paul, is finally published on Smashwords. For now you can download it for FREE. Please let me know if you enjoyed it with a brief review. Your input is important to me. 

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Generosity of the Universe

Sometime ago I shared some thoughts about the benevolence of the Universe. There I did little more than scratch the surface of reality. Now I wish to go further—into the realm of incredible, magnanimous, indescribable generosity of the Universe.

Yes, I am still talking about the same reality, our temporary home-away-from-home. Our real home is our state of consciousness, but when we peek outside, open our eyes, or perhaps our hearts, just a little wider, we cannot but be amazed by the gifts which the Universe bestows on us in a truly flabbergasting generosity. Suddenly we find ourselves in awe at the beauty that surrounds us.

First, there are the flowers.

Some colors are there, I am told, to attract various insects, supposedly to propagate its life. But if so, what is the butterflies’ excuse for competing with flowers with their plethora of carefully designed colorful patterns?

And talking of patterns of colors, did you ever dive into the Caribbean sea? The colors are mindboggling!

Yes, we are surrounded by an abundance of beauty.

And after we’re through admiring the symphony of hues and shades and pigments that fill us with euphoria, there are trees, and rock formations, and even shapes created by fleeting clouds. And then there are the sunrises. And as you sat after a day’s work bathed in the beauty of a sunset, did you ever watch a kitten play?

Or a puppy?

Or a deer peeking at you from behind a bush?

Or… ah yes, and sometimes—though this is much more subjective—even your own child at play?

And still later, did you gaze at the night sky that inspired thousands of poets?

 The question is why? Why such generosity? Is it but a foretaste of the heaven that awaits us?

Well, that’s precisely it.

The question remains why, and more precisely how, did the Universe supply us with such an abundance of, surely, gratuitous beauty? And what is perhaps an even greater mystery, what makes us aware of those gifts?

Unless…

Unless, at some unfathomable depth of our psyche, of our consciousness, we, you and I, are its creators; are the creators of both, the beauty and of our ability to appreciate it. Unless even here, on Earth, we are all but trying to recreate the heaven that is eternally waiting for us to return. There, some say, the same beauty is multiplied manifold. And its sole purpose is to make us happy.

One thing is certain. Anyone sensitive to beauty, whose heart is not filled with gratitude is missing out on his or her perceptions of reality.

And one day, we shall all return home to enjoy the fruit of our labors. You can get a foretaste of it in my novel: NOW—Being and Becoming. You might enjoy it even as you enjoy the beauty of the Universe around you. Well… almost?

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