Wednesday, 31 July 2013

Some of us got it all wrong

I keep hearing countless (TV) preachers advocating countless masses of their faithful, to do things in “Jesus’ name.” Assuming they listen to the preachers’ preaching, how come their prayers do not appear to be heard?
What is the magic in “Jesus name”? What does it mean? His name, I mean. Why do they invoke Jesus’ name seemingly in vain?
There may be a number of reasons.

Sometime ago I found it strange that having typed the word Yeshûa with or without the û, the spellchecker instantly underlined the word in red, denoting a spelling mistake. Few of us seem to know, (and this includes the billionaire, Mr. Gates, whose Word 98 I was using), that Yeshûa is an abbreviated form of Yehoshûa, the original name under which Jesus walked the earth. Nowadays we spell it with a J, as in Jeshua, although the Hebrew letter Yod has a soft sound to it. 
Most Hebrew names have an etymological, or symbolic meaning, and Yehoshûa is no exception. Yehoshûa (or Jehoshua, which gave the Greeks a head start to changing it to Jesus) means “Jah is help”, “Jah is salvation”, or “deliverance through Jah”. Jah is, of course, short for Jehova, literally, The Existing One. I capitalize it though the Hebrews only had capital letters, making them all the same. You can read all about it in my Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism. It’s quite fun. It sort of changes your way of looking at things. It certainly changed my thinking. That’s why I wrote the historical novel, Yeshûa––A Personal Memoir it’s a long title.

To get to the point, invoking Jesus’ name is meaningless unless the invokers know what it is that they are invoking. And that is, or should be, the presence of The Existing One, within them. Within the invoker. In biblical symbolism “in his name”, means “by his nature”, or in this case, by your TRUE nature which is, to use biblical terminology, “spiritual”.
And where does Jesus, I mean Yeshûa come in? He answered it himself. His words were: “…just as you and I are one—as you are in me, Father, and I am in you.” The invoker is to invoke the divine presence within him or her.
That’s all folks!

As the Existing One, (or the ‘Father’, as Yeshûa liked to call Him/It) is omnipresent, it could hardly be otherwise. The two books mentioned above may reaffirm this thesis. If not… keep searching. We all have individual paths. We all are unique.
PS. Both books are available in paperback or as downloads. Enjoy!

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Saturday, 27 July 2013

An Eye for a Camel

I always regarded the USA as the arbiter of successful living. Hence the USA was the indomitable goal to be emulated by everyone. What they’d accomplished since 1776 is admirable beyond compare.
Presumably we search for riches with the explicit purpose of giving ourselves pleasure. We wish to live in full knowledge that life that we are creating for ourselves will satisfy all needs that define our happiness. And yet, it seems, that most of us recognize heaven as the ultimate state of happiness. A paradox? Nevertheless, most people I know equate contentment with money. I must assume that there must be an amount of money which they would define a happiness.
I wonder.
The latest figures published in Wikipedia are as follows:
In the USA there are 425 billionaires, and 3,104,000 millionaires. During the reign of Barak Obama, the number of millionaires has swollen by 1.1 million, bringing to total to about 0.977098% of the populations. That, according to money-chasers, leaves a little more then 99%, of people miserable.

At the same time, 73% of polled American identify themselves as Christians, down from 86% in 1990. They must know that: “It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle, than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.”
This means that only a tiny percentage are likely to miss the bliss of heaven—a little less than 1%.
That’s what I call a real Christian success. Only the rich will stew in their greed, or in the cauldron of burning oil, while the rest of us can rejoice in a state consciousness that cannot be denied by IRS or by any other authority.

Actually, the fat cats don’t have to worry. I believe that only the love of money stands in their way, not money itself. So… even the rich have a way out. Let’s watch them and see how many of them will find it.
Still, I’ll miss those 3+ million. On the other hand, perhaps, just perhaps, with only 73% being Christian, none of them are rich! Not even one! No harm in hoping.
But I’m worried. As I observed the continuous race  after the almighty dollar, it led me to compose this Sad Soliloquy:

Am I better off, superior?
For having been divine
in my origin—rather than
emerging from primeval slime?

Am I any better, wiser?
Am I kinder, more sweet,
knowing, which end is up
my head or my feet?

Judging by the way
we, the humans, act,
we are still all apes
(an indisputable fact).

They say the Lord in heaven
had a momentous plot:
He’d made us in His image.
And now I say: So what?

This little soliloquy is for the 73% only. For others there is also one of my books. It’s called DELUSIONS — Pragmatic realism. See if you agree…

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Tuesday, 23 July 2013

Casting Pearls before Swine?

I’d given away thousands of books, both paperback and ebooks, though the latter were in the majority. I placed no conditions on the beneficiaries, yet, I must admit, I’d hoped that at least some of them would have succumbed to writing a brief note of “Thanks”? Don’t get me wrong. No one was obliged to write a review. They might give the free copy to a library, a hospital, a school, or to people in need of literary diet. Perhaps that would discharge their debts.
Not all books are pearls, and I am lucky. I don’t have to rely on income from my thirty titles to make the ends meet. You might say writing is my passion and a finished manuscript is a reward in itself.
This blog is not about me. 
But there are others who share my passion yet do not have other means of support? Every reader knows that a decent review helps to market a book. What they don’t seem to know is that people who continuously take things for free incur a karmic debt that, sooner of later, will have to be repaid. Giving makes us richer, taking—invariably makes us poorer. That’s what debts do. They impoverish us.
And what of the real pearls?
We all are in danger of risking the wealth stored in our consciousness? How does one repay ones debt to Shakespeare, or Keats, or Shelley, or any of the great writers of so the past?
For writers there is a way. We entertain.
I believe we must also do our very best to try and emulate them. To have as much poetry, as much love of truth or philosophy, as much honesty and wisdom in our writing as our great predecessor passed on to us. After all, truth must be continuously rediscovered. Perhaps we might not create pearls, but at least we shall do our best to repay our debt. One day writers will stop giving books away. Surely, they’ll think, one ought to not throw pearls before swine. No matter how tiny, imperfect pearls. The best they could create.
I felt such debt towards one man in particular. His name was Jalaluddin Rumi. He was a Persian poet, and he taught me a great deal. You might enjoy my attempt to thank him.

Your glory reflected in oceans of time
Amongst the stars of your universe
Spanning millennia, eons of elusive might
Suspended, expansive, omnipresent light.

Your wisdom immanent in every paltry atom
Tangible expression of your ephemeral presence
As you look through my eyes, unblemished by desire
Your life pulsating love’s consuming fire.

I taste euphoria, mysterious ambrosia,
As I inhale your enduring, intoxicating zest.
Though in my becoming, I am all I’ll ever be:
You and I are one––You and paltry me.

There was another man to whom I owe even more. His name was Yeshûa. I described his quest in a novel. When I was writing it, it felt like a personal memoir. Perhaps it was. 

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Thursday, 18 July 2013

The Shortest Route to indescribable Wealth

We are told not to worry about tomorrow. For people who are not aware that the author of this avocation was not speaking about our temporary, brief, stay on Earth, his statement may sound a little misleading. Yeshûa when sharing with us his perceptions was, I suspect, invariably thinking of us as indestructible units of consciousness, and not as animals who think that they are smarter than any other animals. 
As a matter of fact, there are dozens of animals who can do a great deal more then we, humans, can. We can’t fly (like every bird, fly or a bee), swim deep under the water (like every fish) get to a tree a thousand miles away without a GPS (a butterfly can), ‘see’ at night without eyes (like bats can) and dozens of other traits at which we cannot compete with animals developed for that purpose.
If we are so inferior to most of fauna, perhaps there are other traits we have been intended to develop. Other than drinking beer, eating chips and attending baseball matches. Writing? It depends what we write about.

Perhaps we are intended to be concerned with that within us that is immortal, and in some respects omnipresent. Nature disposed us with a great brain, yet our memory is inferior to an elephant. It can’t be that either then. A mind is a means, not an end.

So what is there that’s left?
Think of the state of your mind, your being, when you sleep. Most of the time is used by our body to repair damage we’ve done to it during the day. But then, there are usually up to six phases of sleep, which are characterized by rapid eye movement, usually referred to as RIM. During those periods we dream.
With practice, we can all learn to become aware that we are dreaming. Yes, while we actually dream. This is referred to by aficionados as lucid dreaming. What it means is that the total freedom of movement, which we all experienced at one time or another while dreaming, we can actually command with our will.
This is the life of our subconscious. When we dream we have the totality of our memories at our disposal. Wherever we place our attention, there we are. While dreaming we can fly better than a bird, a fly or a bee, swim under water better than a fish, be stronger than a lion, remember better than an elephant, and cover incredible distances in a twinkle of an eye, arriving precisely where we want to be, without a GPS. Yet, that is our real realm. And with a little effort we can add more and more experiences to our dream world, to our subconscious, and then replay all our experiences while dreaming in full consciousness.
That is our future. Our private, individual Kingdom. Our indescribable Wealth.
So don’t worry about tomorrow. Just enjoy the present!
Ah yes. We can also see at night, better than a bat!

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Sunday, 14 July 2013

Killing, Snooping, and Lying

I have no desire to enter into a polemic regarding the righteousness of decisions made by any duly elected government. I’m sure they all do the best they can. I only question their insistence of calling themselves Christians.

Their actions speak otherwise.

Their persistent determination to ignore Thou shalt not kill Commandment is the best evidence how they have absolutely no regard for any teaching associated with Judeo-Christian Ethic.
None at all.

Recently, another inconvenient truth became exposed. Thou shall not bear false witness against thy neighbour is ignored as diligently as the first example. Those in power, claim that they lie to protect us. This appears to be true of most if not all of the western governments. They lie even when they don’t have to lie. Perhaps “politics” is just a euphemism for prevarication?

Why is it that our illustrious rulers are supposedly so concerned with the preservation of our physical lives, yet have absolutely no interest in protecting our souls? And if so, why do they continue to call themselves Christians? Or Jews?


According to Wikipedia, George W. Bush, this paragon of Christian Ethic who called himself a “new born Christian”, with the avid assistance and vigorous abetting from his Western Allies, has been directly responsible for the death of between 176,000 and 1,033,000 people—predominantly civilians. The Lancet, one of the oldest scientific medical journals in the world, puts the figure of violent deaths in Iraq, just between March 2003 and June 2006, at 601,027. Take your pick. Apparently one death is a tragedy; a million—just a statistic.

Actually, the whole Western Coalition can be proud of their homicidal achievements. Only… why do they continues call themselves Christians? How do they reconcile their actions with: “Love thy enemy”?

I refuse to sit in judgment over any authorities, which deem it necessary to kill hundreds of thousands in order to, seemingly, protect their own citizen. Observing three wars, killing is their business.
What I object to are the lies that accompany both snooping and killing. A substitute Host on Charlie Rose’s TV program began the discussion with words: “The Age of Terror”.

 9/11 cost in lives (including the hijackers’) was less then 3000. The number of traffic fatalities on US roads alone in 2011, the lowest in 62 years, was 32,367. Will snooping on all of us diminish this horrendous number?

Isn’t that what makes this “The Age of Horror”?
Do the governments really care about the lives of their citizen? Or is their pseudo-humanitarian stance also a pack of lies. Will the authorities snooping on their people really reduce these fatalities?
Killing our bodies will only accelerate our reincarnation. The constant lies tend to kill peoples’ psyche. Their souls.


Perhaps we needn’t fight, kills, or eavesdrop on each other. Perhaps we are all intended to manifest higher aspirations. Like Winston and the people he inspired. Let me know. It's worth a try.

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Wednesday, 10 July 2013

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

On average, 300 million sperm are called upon to impregnate one soul, ah… I mean one egg. Actually, one egg will host a single soul, so my first assumption is acceptable. Indeed, many are called, only one is chosen.
Regrettably, the same is true of people.
And even from the very few people that are chosen only a small number choose to fulfill their purpose—to make the world a better place. There was Buddha, Christ, Mozart, Beethoven, Leonardo da Vinci… and a few dozen of Lesser Knowns. The number is still insignificant. Like a single sperm.

Being counted among the Few does not make anyone good. Neither does it make them bad, nor ugly. It simply means that some have chosen to become aware of their potential, which fact alone gives them access to incredible power. Suddenly we become aware of being able to achieve things we’ve only dreamt of before. We become aware of the divine potential within us, which, until this moment of self-realization, has lain dormant within us.

Isaiah put it rather well.
For unto us a child is born. Unto us a son is given;And the government will be upon his shoulder.And his name will be calledWonderful, Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace… Of the increase of His government and peace there will be no end.
The above quotation is taken from scriptures, but any student of reality could have written it. The ‘child’ is, of course, our new state of consciousness; the rest describes its incredible potential. This incipient realization expands to take over our whole being. For full exegesis of this Chapter of Isaiah see my Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism. Believe me, it has nothing to do with any religion—just with the pursuit of Truth.

There is a problem, however. Remember the myth of Lucifer? He was the Shining One, the Morning Star, and then he took the wrong turn. Power corrupts. The greater the power the greater the fall.
So what of the good, bad or ugly?
’Good’ is all that is true, and thus it cannot be anything physical, which we know to be an illusion. Good is also all that enhances the perception and development of our potential.
‘Bad’ is everything that is unreal. That is false. Yet the physical world is also the manifestation of the intangible traits of life, love, learning, and beauty. Nothing embodying those traits can be ‘all-bad’ yet it remains only a mere reflection of its real nature that cannot be manifested fully in the physical reality.
So what of the Ugly?
‘Ugly’ are they who are neither hot nor cold. Who play it safe. The cowards. All those who do not try. All those who do not wish to make an effort to join the small circle of the Few.

Another book might help to explain. The Key to Immortality. It is an exegesis of the Gnostic gospel of Thomas. Try it and let me know. Please.  

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Saturday, 6 July 2013

Land of the Free

This is not the title of a historical novel. It most certainly is what once made America so great. Anyone who tried really hard could make it. There was always room at the top. Was it always worth it?
Anyone who concentrated on the tangible, on money and material goods, would ultimately grow up to be a loser. One day they’d have to leave it all behind.
Is there a way out?
We take with us only our state of consciousness—our emotions, thoughts, our ideas. The shelf life of all three is much longer than that of anything physical. Amassing material goods would keep up on the Wheel of Awagawan, or walking in circles. Round and round and round… always repeating the same mistakes.
And yet the answer is so easy.
Once we realize that we’re immortal we begin to collect only that which lasts forever, or at least longer then our physical stint on Earth. 
That’s what the Great Masters have taught. Lao Tzu, Buddha, Socrates, Yeshûa… They’d all reached the same conclusion that “Truth would set us free.”

None of them advocated poverty but all advocated establishment of priorities. If we could derive pleasure and happiness from things that are not physical, we’d have it made. Or, at the very least, have a great deal to fall back on. We’d also stop being dependant on others.
We’d become passers by. We’d love what we see, we’d enjoy the pleasures the world offers us, but we wouldn’t strive for them. We’d rejoice in whatever we were given. We’d work for the pleasure that work gives us, we’d create for the pleasure of creating. We’d need little to sate our physical needs, yet we never run short: magnanimity of the Universe looks after its own. 
This truth would make us independent. It would free us from the rat race, from greed, from keeping up with the Joneses.
That’s real freedom! After all, we do have freewill!

On the other hand, the Universe is still evolving. If so, then there may still be some Fundamental Flows in the Universal Laws…

When first I filled the glory of My heaven
With say… a billion, perhaps a trillion stars,
I never thought, to My great disdain,
You’d fill your streets with just as many cars.

Just to enchant you; you my favourite children,
I gave you love’n beauty, above and below,
only to find, to my further chagrin
that even I can make a fundamental flaw.

I thought I’d made you, truly in My likeness.
Hoping love’n beauty will give you a great thrill.
Alas even I, Almighty as I AM,
have erred, well… divinely, by giving you free will.

See what Anne did in the Headless World, the sequel to the Avatar Syndrome. On the other hand, we each have our own, individual paths. Yours may be even better.  

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Monday, 1 July 2013

Discover the Genius within You

Just think. Science tells us that the universe is governed by Universal Laws. If it weren’t, it would be mess. And if those Laws were not creative, then the Universe wouldn’t be here to begin with. Right? Let us never forget that the Universe is a material expression of the Universal Consciousness of which we all are indivisible parts.
The Creative Law, (some call it God), is omnipresent. This being so, it is also within you. To be more precise, it is within every single atom of your being, and all the spaces in-between. Omnipresent, right? Ubiquitous?
So which part of you do you consider imperfect?
If any, I presume you must be referring to your physical constrains. You cannot fly, perhaps? Or stay for a long time under water? Or walk through walls?
That last one you would be able to do if your body were to be made up of neutrinos, like some people in my novel WALL—Love, Sex, and Immortality. They really do.
But even if you cannot do some of those things, there must be something at which you excel. Why would the creative Law have created you otherwise? To waste time? Doesn’t ‘God’ have anything better to do than to create duds?
I don’t think so.
So the only thing you have to do, the only thing you must do, is to discover what is your personal, individual purpose. Since perfection is within you, and it most certainly does not apply to the physical or material you, then it must apply to something else. It might take you a little while to discover what it might be, but once you do, you’ll be off to the races. And you can never blame physical limitations for not meeting your destiny.
Stephen Hawking’s family couldn’t afford his school fees, and since 1967 he is confined to a wheelchair. He can’t even talk. Now, Stephen Hawking, CH, CBE, FRS, FRSA, is a celebrated theoretical physicist, cosmologist, author, and Director of Research at the Centre for Theoretical Cosmology within the University of Cambridge.
Just to be different, Ludwig van Beethoven was already deaf when he composed the 9th Symphony. That’s right, the Symphony No. 9 in D minor, one of the most played symphonies in the world. It is universally considered to be among his greatest works. And BTW, it is a choral symphony and the words he’d taken were from Schiller’s “Ode to Joy”. That sounds pretty happy to me. Joyful?
Now, what was your problem?
Are you happy? In a wheelchair? Or just deaf?
Or are you well on the way to contribute to the matrix of the universe with the talent that is within you. That’s right. Within you and within no one else. Utterly unique. We all are. Otherwise, the Creative Law, God if you prefer, would be wasting His, or is it Her, or Its time. Not to mention your life.
PS. The Laws created the whole Universe without spending a single penny!

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