In my waking breath, I start again this day’s long pace. I have a choice to walk it right or throw the day to waste? I can stay captive to the mind-noise that yesterday I fought, or carry forth the truth set in unencumbered thought. I can busy myself in the deep ego-sea of me, or I can journey into a world of those around who are free. I can listen to nothing of importance and ignore beauty through my eyes, or I can linger in the sounds of peacefulness and see the splendor beyond the skies. If my heart is shallow I won’t hear the crying sound, I’m destined to the sadness of a horrid day gone down, And patterns that have made me Me, are repeating, repeating a losing strategy. The thing is we’re all built with truth and love and willing, it’s time to set a new stride and keep the dark from killing. It’s time to offer Gratitude and Loving arms that brace, it’s time to see that our lives are a wasteland but for Grace.
Having lived through the tumultuous 60’s I can say, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that it was one of the biggest shakeups in our history. The ego mind had tossed and turned until it skewed out of shape, and the pressure cooker of disfunction popped its cork. With the advent of psychotropic drugs, we started to see the world in a different reality. It wasn’t the same old, same old anymore. It was a time of [what-the-fuckness] and it birthed a new confidence, above and beyond the ego mind. It garnered truth in the face of deception. It bled lies that help actuate the facts laid out before us. In the past, we believed what we were told. Now we were unraveling the veil of deception with inner awareness, and heart and soul resonance. You could fool all the people all the time before then. By the 60’s, just some of us, some of the time. It was our Chrysalis bursting open.
And here we are. Back to a time when madmen can tell tales of insanity and bring us to our knees. Integrity has taken a backseat to 1% mucksuckers. The poor ego is so deluded that it will take a mountain of faerie dust to clear the poison spell it has come under. Pshaw!!!
In the light of our darkness, I thought it appropriate to remind us of why we are here in the first place. What do our souls want out of all of this, and why this way? I’ve read this Epilogue many times. It has been a balm to my worried mind. Its soothing explanation calms the frustration inside me and gives me a bright light to cast on the darkness that has taken the joy out of living. I’m throwing it out there to you, and pray that it will alleviate the pain that sits inside your belly.
We’re here for a damn good reason. Let’s make it all worthwhile.
Why Souls Come to Earth
“O, I’ve recently been reading about a theory that the Earth is like a training ground for souls. I have a question for you.”
“Hey, you’re picking up the lingo, aren’t you. According to this theory, we proceed through many incarnations, from the beginning as young souls, to an end-point as old ones.”
Indeed it is so.
“They say we have a hundred or so lifetimes on this planet, in which we gradually gather a full range of practical life experiences. Finally, we graduate out of the system and move on to something else. Well, when I thought about what I was reading, I began to have some questions about the future you’ve been describing.”
This is more than a theory to me. I am living it. I know the reasons we’re here.
“So, what are those reasons?” (more…)
Anger has become the overriding emotion among the citizens of this country. Moving into a rage, it is a sore that has festered to the point that it has infected us all. I’ve found myself so uneasy with this emotion that my smile has waned and my guts have erupted. It’s not pleasant and it’s not sustainable. Something will definitely blow. It’s for that reason I’m writing this post.
This blog is based on the possibility that we humans will evolve to a more enlightened state of mind. Under the present circumstances, it looks pretty grim that there is any possibility. In fact, the norm is erupting into a more abnormal normal. Minds are being blown apart by acts of insanity, bringing the common denominator of Common Sense to a level of Common Nonsense. Infantile brain-farts are dominating the landscape and, in some, the ego has become so infatuated with itself that it has blocked all notions of surviving the catastrophic murmurings of the world’s Mind-Sick Leaders. It doesn’t look good. (more…)
We are now in a state of total flux. Not knowing what or who to believe, we hear an echo of our inner voice, crying to be heard over the clatter of ignorance. The main champion of this flux is FEAR, our dear friend, wrapped in a blanket of emotional instability. Either it’s DESIRE, driven by fear and loathing, or GREED attached to apathetic money-mongers, whose coffers are filled with the killed dreams of pathetic believers.
Wake Up, People! Stop complaining about tomorrow and listen to the truths of today. You have traded sincerity and well-being for false promises. Promises which will turn the face of well-being into a scream of despair. Stop! Look! Listen! Do not step off that curb while the traffic is jetting by. There is time to action ahead, but first pay attention to that inner voice, telling you loud and clear, You’re Being Taken For A Ride.
When the dust settles in your mind, and you have a chance to see the clarity of righteousness, you will again make decisions that nourish the heart. At that special time, the bliss of gratitude will rain down Grace, and we will be free of the tyranny that plagues us now.
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
― Abraham Lincoln,
The following story was presented among friends on a private Facebook page that is dedicated to the lives and trials of ex-disciples of another, less than honest, Indian Master. We have gathered on this page for verification and support. Some of us were there at the beginning but left after 5 or 10 years. Others spent almost a lifetime on this path and have joined this Facebook group to regain their sanity.
Their stories are remarkable. Some are so chilling that one wonders what would make them stay under such mental and physical abuse. All in the name of God.
But stay we did until the forces of madness were broken and the road out was made clear.
This short story isn’t about the abuse that was suffered there but about finding the true guide within ourselves. There are no names attached to this story. I do not intend to shame anyone, his karma will take care of that, or maybe it won’t. Who knows. He’s no longer on this planet. He’s bound to incarnate back into a lesson to be learned. So be it.
The story is as follows. The reference to Mike is in answer to a question he posed:
Mike, I think the path to anyone’s personal realization or personal truth is absolutely one’s individuated process.
Nothing Guru tried to pass on to me has worked the magic I thought it would. Not that I haven’t practiced some of his exercises, like invoking Peace, Light, and Bliss while meditating. It was good. It made some impression, but my mind was the thing that related to it.
After eons of ?’s I finally came to terms with my seeking life. What I mean is, all my formative years, and even into my late forties, I always sought a mentor of sorts to guide me up the next mountain path in my life. After those who had mentored me had passed on, and I was left to my own devices, I shockingly discovered that the mentor I should have listened to was residing on the other side of my heart wall. It wasn’t a huge realization, it just slipped in, calmly and quietly, upon the scene. Once I recognized that the director of this experience was a sensation, I let it in and began to watch it. Within that watching, I discovered I was not just watching from my mind’s POV, but I was witnessing from a much higher level. One that seemed free of needs. Needs of the mind and the ego, separated, in a way, from the mind and ego. I had no judgments in this space, just a Witnessing. The more I recognized the Witness as my larger self the more fulfilling the relationship became with it. No external guru, no teachers, no mentors, just that personal sensation from my Witness.
Of course, this may just be the first steps, but I’ll take it. It’s far more gratifying than the time I spent in the center. I know this Witness sincerely loves me, unlike Guru, because it sends me a feeling, a caressing, an unconditional love that makes my knees shake, my heart cry, my tears flow, my forehead tingle and my body feel like it has dived into a pool of absolute freedom.
I know there are those on this site that don’t see it my way, and that’s fine. Like I said, it’s my experience. I don’t expect everyone to align with it. Those who do align with it understand where it’s coming from. I’m a romantic, a dreamer and a lover of those “Pathways Through to Space.”
So this is the ego named Stefan, the dreamer. This is the way I see things. And it is this way that I experience the opening of the Inner Space. That’s why I came to Guru. After my first encounters with him, when I became more comfortable in his presence, I saw him as an exemplary guide to the other domains. He was a beacon of ‘purity’ that I could emulate. I thought, to follow in this way I was on the right track for realization. I became a loyal soldier. In this loyalty, there could be no wrong. I could excuse the petty goings-on because that was only exhibited by the disciples. His reactions to these petty things were nothing more than a parent’s disapproval to the actions of his children. He had the upper hand because we didn’t know better. He was our guiding light and everything he brought was the genuine thing. Who knew? When did we start to see the cracks?
When we left the center Guru was still a god to us. And then the testimonials. WAKE UP CALL! The holy shit moment. But we didn’t suddenly go from believer to not. It was a long transition. Conversations with some friends who knew lots about it. More information pouring onto this forum. Wow, we took a long time baby.
Now what to do about those lifers who have been loyal to the bone. It’s doubtful they will sway from their belief in him. Actually, it might be too dangerous at this time in their life. Most of them don’t have safety nets. What will they do, where will they go? They need to know that the path they travel is still safe. The camp counselor may be discovered as a fraud but the camp is still a good place to be.
With all the guru upheaval going on now, all the pretenders to the yoga thrones, we are seeing the truth come out in extraordinary ways. People might be waking up to these false gods and taking charge of their awakening solely on their own. But even with that, those deeply loyal to Guru will say that he is the one true Avatar. In the long run, they will be just fine. Because that’s just the way life is.