Olympic Games

A blog, I am told, is a dairy kept 'online'. Ergo Olympics. I like Olympic Games. They bring out the best in people. In about 10,000 people. Perhaps a few more. Then there are the organizers and the volunteers. They all inspire the youths. The rest are the hungers-on, the leaches, feeding off the successes, sometimes even failures, of others. They are the crowds. The masses looking for vicarious pleasure derived from the efforts of others.

They are the faceless. The dead.

I know. Once or twice I was among them.

Yet the moments of victory are still sweet to an outsider. They prove that, given sufficient effort one can conquer the world’s best, one can conquer ones own reticent willingness to sacrifice all to be the best that one can be. Even for a moment. Even once in a lifetime.

Don’t make the mistake of thinking that it takes just one’s body, one’s physique to achieve a gold medal. Before you can force your muscles to obey your vision you must see yourself victorious. You must believe that you can do it. That you can be the best. Your faith must be unshakable. Perhaps greater than a grain of mustard seed.

That is how the medals are won. In your heart. You prepare your body as best you can and then you have faith that you can do it. But, not all are like that.

Volleyball used to be one of my favourite sports. No more. Now, a bunch of very tall women spend most of their time patting each other on the back, or buttocks, giving each other high-fives, often high-tens—not at the end of the match but after every point.

I left my TV to wait for a different sport.

An hour later I turned. The match was still on. Must have been—the behaviour of athletes was identical… only this time they were men. Tall, bearded men—patting each other on the back, on buttocks, giving each other high-fives, often high-tens, after every single point.

Girls will be girls, I thought.

On anther channel I found screaming banshees on the tennis court.

And then there were the masses. Having nothing to do, they roared. Why not, they paid for the privilege of seeing the best. And finally there was the closing ceremony. The indescribable noise made by male and female members of dubious species was the final stroke. Some 80,000 of them? Another billion or so, glued to their TV, with volume turned up. The enormous stadium displayed hundreds of performers devoid of any talent, but well suited to the mob, which wanted to be entertained at a manner they were used to. At a level that did not require listening, at which the noise they continuously generated themselves would preclude any semblance of art or music. Mozart is dead—God save the Spice Girls.

They were right. They missed nothing.

There was neither art not music. Just a vulgar, ear-splitting regurgitation of aural and visual noise. The ‘green’ Olympics were covered by a thick layer of smoke generated by the endless forays of fireworks. Children like that. Bedlam. For a moment I thought myself in Pandemonium, in the capital of Hell.

I clicked off my TV.

For a while I enjoyed the bliss of silence. Then, silently, I thanked the 10,000 athletes, the 10,000 supermen and superwomen, for their efforts.

Then I picked up my book.

The Final Frontier

To paraphrase Cpt. James T. Kirk, sooner or later we must all: “boldly go where few men have gone before.” Actually, we’ve all been there—we just don’t remember. And the Final Frontier is not space. It is Consciousness—endless, infinite, timeless, enchanting state of consciousness. Vaster than space, older than time, more beautiful than cosmos itself.

Consciousness: the realm of the gods.

It is also our ultimate playground. We, all sentient creatures, are created to explore its infinite scope. Within its boundless realm we, individualizations of the Omnipresent Consciousness, can claim our rightful place, to rule over the contribution we’ve made by adding self-awareness to its endless attributes.  Within its scope, we are gods.

In my Essay Beyond Religion I, I outlined three phases through which man goes in order to go “where few men have gone before”. The phases are called the Kindergarten, the School, and finally the University. It is only in phase three that man becomes fully aware to his potential. You might say, he comes alive, or as Buddha would say, he comes awakened. Contrary to popular belief, phase three is not the end but the beginning of life. Real life. Life of the awakened consciousness that resides within us.

When reaching this phase, we embark on our own, individual journey that has been promises us in the Age of Aquarius. We shall henceforth water our own Garden of Allah. For members of other faiths, Allah simply means The God. Perhaps the prophet was referring to the same consciousness which Yeshûa called Jah, pronounced Yah, the poetic form of Yahweh, the Existing One. The I AM THAT I AM. The Self within.

You can find the Essay in Beyond Religion I, available on both Amazon (Kindle), and Smashwords (for practically all the other e-reading instruments). You can decide yourself which phase you have reached. 

Heaven or Hell

I’d already written two essays on the subject of creativity (it deserves a book), but I’ll try to stay under 500 words.

The starting point is that everything already exists in its potential form. It is neither good nor bad, it is equally available to all who seek it. You might call it an inexhaustible building material of reality. In human terms, we’d call this Source the Unconscious, or the Universal Consciousness. In order to ‘create’ something new, all we need do is to bring it out into the subjective reality, then proceed to give it form in order to share it with others—in order to make it objective. But it is our memory storage that will determine whether we shall create heaven or hell from our creative endeavours.

On occasion our bodies have been compared to biological computers. We can compare our conscious and subconscious memories to computer terminology of ROM and RAM. We are, however, much more advanced computers then those we are attempting to construct in our image.

RAM, Random Access Memory, is where our programs which we use all the time are stored. This could be compared to our conscious awareness, where we keep all the useful information for instant recall. We continuously add and alter our memories here, and save them automatically for possible future use. The difference is, however, that everything which our senses (read sensors) perceive is stored at our subliminal level, just in case we might need it. As such, our consciousness can be compared to the Hard Disk.

ROM, Read Only Memory, is where we can add, but cannot alter what is stored there. It can be compared to our subconscious. The data is permanently committed to memory and as such it is what we take with us on vacating our bodies (some call it dying). Once committed to the subconscious, the data cannot be removed, erased, or edited. It is there and we are stuck with it. That is why both heaven and hell have been compared to permanent states of consciousness. Expressions such as “for ever and ever” come to mind, although a single ‘ever’ would probably last just as long.

It bears mentioning that once we vacate our physical enclosures (bodies), the ROM, or the subconscious become available to us as consciousness. All the memories we have stored in all our reincarnations are then available to us as though they all happened just yesterday. Hence, it is of vital importance that we store only such memories as we wish to enjoy for… ever. Once committed to the subconscious they cannot be erased. Under such circumstances the best we can do is to assure that we store an overwhelming preponderance of memories that we wish to spend eternity with. Then we can truly say that we are in heaven.

The alternative has been best put some 2000 years ago:  “…whatever a man sows, that shall he also reap”. Or as Newton would say, “To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction”. Oh, and that reminds me, the same applies to actions by women.

Benevolence

Let’s face it. If the universe were not saturated with benevolence, then surely, by now, after billions of years, it would have fallen apart. Stars would explode on a regular basis (not just very few and very far between), we, the earth, would have spun out into the eternal coldness of the interstellar void. The roses would no longer be beautiful, nor would be wild flowers where no one can see them, nor would a butterfly carry such gorgeous designs on its wings or a fish, in the depth of the ocean, on its flanks.

Beauty, benevolence, order, harmony, and particularly love, which continue to keep us together, would have disappeared from the earth long ago. Yet they all seem as intrinsic to the nature of the universe even as mother’s love is for her newborn child. And not just a human mother’s. Love seems built into the genetic system of all the biological life forms that makes our relationship to those needing our care automatic.

Perhaps this is what makes us mirrors of the universe; mirrors of the omnipresent benevolence. Let’s face it—if the universal benevolence manages to maintain the universe in good working order, how much more so it knows how to protect us, who seem to have evolved to reflect its traits? No wonder the great avatars of the past advised us to relax, not to worry about tomorrow; to leave everything to unfold itself as it should.

After all, our true nature is not physical at all.

Our consciousness is immortal, indestructible, assured of eternal becoming. To be in harmony with the universe, we must avoid destroying or abusing that which has been given to us freely; and, if we can, to leave this place of our becoming a better place. In the light of the bounty and protection which we receive daily, is that really too much to ask?

Even the air we breathe is free…

How do we reconcile this attitude with building our own heaven (see my earlier blogs)? That’s easy. All we need do is to do our best, and never, never, worry about the outcome. The future is beyond us. We think we control it but we don’t. We must leave the future to the omnipresent benevolence of the universe. A single hurricane, or tornado, or fire, or a meteor, or a deluge, or a dozen other events can destroy all our plans. And if we don’t trust the benevolence of the universe, it just might. Our thoughts are part of the creative process.

Let’s just do the best we can—today. Leave the worrying to the omnipresent benevolence. It is better equipped to handle them.

And now I repeat, is that really too much to ask?

Origins of Material Reality

 Let us pretend that the compendium of knowledge people call the ‘Bible’, which really means ‘the books’, is not a mambo-jumbo compiled for the benefit of people who want to create religions, but rather the sum-total of what the ancient people put together to define reality as they saw it.

Part of their knowledge came from observation, part from inspired ‘thinking’, or ‘listening’, rather as Albert Einstein did when he claimed to have visualized the universal forces as “muscular shapes”.

The first few verses attributed to Moses, in the book referred to as Genesis, is a good example how this happened. I’ll attempt to give the original meaning, before it was distorted by others bent on controlling other people’s minds.

“In the beginning god created heaven and earth”.

The word ‘god’, in Hebrew “objects of worship”, is plural. So much for monotheism. In my view (please come up with your own), Moses having no idea how to express his visions was referring to the creation of duality, or the potential for the subconscious and the conscious reality presumably ensuing from the unconscious—from the indefinable “objects of worship”. There was nothing there, (void and without form), but an infinite ocean of the mind—in search of self-awareness?

“And god said let there be light.”

This is where the scientists took off on their own angle. According to Moses, energy preceded matter. No big bang, no special definition of any matter, but energy. Light.

An infinite ocean of a diversity of wavelengths.

Or… you can stick to big bang! One can but wonder what would scientists come up with if they took the biblical premise into their theoretical considerations. Alas, they dismiss the Bible as mambo-jumbo.

For those who read some of my books know that the visible light, which human eye can perceive, is but an infinitesimal part of the totality of light that, even now, permeates the universe. Omnipresent vibrations of massless waves… it begins to sound like the ‘string’ theory.

If we continue to analyze the Bible in a similar way, we shall find that it contains more scientific knowledge than present-day scientists would care to admit.

Parenthetically, I must add that in biblical symbolism, ‘light’ often represents knowledge (as in my novel Alexander, of the Alexander Trilogy). Thus, if you prefer, you can accept the omnipresence of knowledge (consciousness?). Your choice. I doubt this would make the scientists any happier.

This is not a dissertation in defense of the Bible, but an attempt to open the gates to a fount of knowledge lying there, dormant, protected from ‘unholy’ (meaning still dead or un-awakened) eyes, by a veil of symbolism. The same can be said of Esoteric Buddhism by H.P. Blavatsky, who tried to do raise the veil of other sources of knowledge ignored by ‘scientists’ with equal passion.

If we are to free ourselves from the pathological need of priesthood to impose their interpretation of various scriptures on the gullible, mentally lazy people, then we must make an effort. Freedom, as we have learned in recent political events in Iraq, Afghanistan, and all countries undergoing the so-called “Arab Spring”, cannot be imposed but must be earned. The same can be said of mental freedom. My Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism can help in this endeavour. But only if one makes an effort. Otherwise the wisdom of the ancients will remain lost. If anyone does choose to venture upon the road of discovery, they will soon learn that they have taken the first step towards the new era, namely the Age of Aquarius. The beginning of building your own state of consciousness. Your own heaven. As glorious as only you can make it.

Good luck. 

The Dangers of Ego

So what of our ego, of our personality?

That’s easy. We’re proud of what makes us different, what sets us apart from each other. That’s fine, as long we enrich the reality in which we have our becoming. As long as we make the world a better place. As I wrote some time ago, the world is set on automatic. Within the physical laws of the universe we enjoy free will to do almost anything we want. Only we must make sure we known what the laws of the universe are. The last time I looked the theoretical physicists were still trying to define them.

I don’t blame them. They say the universe has been around (and round and round) for some 14.6 billion years. Give them another 100 years, and they will double that number. Then triple, and so forth. They can only determine the age by what they can see, and, let’s face it, they don’t see much. Not yet. Copernicus and Galileo only began ‘seeing’ a few hundred years ago.

As for defining the ‘final’ size of the universe, I doubt they ever will. As for universal laws, well, the universe is so indescribably huge that there is no reason why there shouldn’t be variations of laws in certain parts of it. And secondly, the universe is in a continuous state of flux. Everything in dualistic (material) reality is subject to unremitting, ongoing change. I don’t mean that the universe is merely expanding, but new galaxies are constantly formed, old ones die, a multitude of Biggish Bangs takes place simultaneously all over the place (they call them supernovae), and the light (photons) proving me right will probably reach us a few million years from now.

In the cosmic vastness of space, no two microseconds are alike. Remember how far light can travel in a single second? You’ve got it—186,000 miles in a single second. Second. Not minute, not hour, but second. And so does every photon in the universe.

So what can our ego do? What can we, who define ourselves as personalities, as men or women proud of what makes us different from each other do?

I repeat, we can do anything we want. After all, isn’t that what we are doing? We are competing with rabbits in a race to overpopulate our planet (and winning). We out-eat pigs, competing for unparalleled universal obesity. We kill, and steal, and do all sorts of unsavory things, against the advise of countless teachers who, over generations, got a glimpse of truth. Yet, they have been ignored. Still are. And our efforts create realities that we shall, one day, call heaven—personal, made to measure, heaven.

Good luck!

And please, let us not expect any help from ‘above’, or wherever we place the omnipresent consciousness, which some of us probably don’t admit exists.

As I said. Physical universe is set on automatic.

The Straight and Narrow (Part Three, conclusion)

[Please note, to enjoy Part Three, you should read Part One and Two of this blog first].

When we succeed, we not only gain access to the totality of our memories stored in our subconscious, but also we do so in full command of our awareness. We retain not only control of our senses, but such are enhanced beyond any expectations we may have had. We can smell a rose a mile away, touch the clouds… if we so choose.

Furthermore, as our subconscious stores our memories all the way back from our primordial stages when our awareness was limited to that of an amoeba, and through all the evolutionary stages in-between up to our present incarnation… within our ‘heaven’ we can fly, visit the depth of the deepest ocean, and perform all tasks, which only some members of today’s, or yesterday’s, animal kingdom can or could perform. Even distant stars are but a blink away. A ‘fantasy’ based on the above theme is illustrated in my novel NOW—Being & Becoming.

It bears mentioning that within the reality of the subconscious, we enter the realm in which we are beyond limitations of time and space.

So why do we need beta waves that define our physical reality? We must temporarily detach ourselves from heaven to gather new experiences, which will enrich the heaven we’ve created, and continue to create, until we decide that “we need go out no more”. However, I doubt anyone would choose to do so. Surely, those who achieved relative perfection would join us here, on earth, to help us along the way. They did in the past. The Buddhists call them Bodhisattvas.

According to the expert in the field who went under the name of Yeshûa, only the omnipresent consciousness (he referred to as ‘father’) is perfect, and ‘he’ always remains in potential form (“my father is in spirit”). It seems that once an actual definable form is achieved, such is limited by the characteristics of whatever it became. Let us never forget that there are as many heavens as there are conscious beings aware of them. Any creature, any “individualized unit of consciousness”, possessing the subconscious, is building its heaven.

Every creature. Even before it becomes aware of what it is doing. Long before.

The amazing thing is that we can all learn to gain access to this exalted state through this narrow gate. It takes time and practice. And, of course, we have to define our priorities in ‘earthly’ life. If we concentrate solely on material reality, sooner or later we shall have to leave it, and all its trappings, behind. All we take with us is our state of consciousness.

Yet… only a few find it.

What’s even more amazing is that most, the vast majority of us, seem to deny the narrow gate even exists. Never mind the Bible; never mind science; never mind proof of thousands who found it.

 It’s too much effort to learn?

Probably.

Yet, every single one of us can find it. If we try. If we keep seeking. And… we don’t need any religion to find it. Neither Buddha nor Yeshûa ever went to church, yet, they both found it. We didn’t believe them either. 

Not much has changed in the last few thousand years.