Live the knowledge

It’s one thing to know a thing abstractly, or theoretically. It’s another thing to know it emotionally as well. And it is yet a third thing, the vital thing, to actually live what you know. As the guys said, a while ago:

[Monday, January 16, 2006]

It is more than a matter of writing a book, or of writing many books. More important by far is the need to live the knowledge. To some extent one serves as a model to others in anything one does, and that serving as a model can occur – must occur – in every aspect of life. If various aspects contradict each other, each aspect – and the contradictions among aspects – serves a different model. This is not to say that one is primarily a model for others. Is one’s life primarily lived for the sake of one arm, or one ear? Yet the arm and the ear are as integral as any other past of the whole

So – this is a time to be transformed. Clever phrasing, eh? It may be and should be read two ways. The times are to be transformed; you are to be transformed in these times.

It is more than a matter of writing books. But you always knew that.

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[Sunday, January 15, 2006]

6:45 a.m. So. Here we are again. I shied away from that discussion about TGU versus any one of you. Why? It is as if I wasn’t ready to hear it – or as if I hadn’t finished making up the answer! But in fact I don’t know why. So I guess I’m ready for you at least to tell me why I’m gun-shy, and then the rest if you can get it through the pipeline.

This is a bigger subject than you consciously know. You recognize that you almost wish the question had not been raised, but you don’t know why. It is because you know, too, that “here comes another hit on my belief system.” But that is a danger of exploration – that at some point you will find something that reevaluates – or forces you to do the re-evaluating, rather! – everything you think you sort of know from experience.

When you first go exploring, that is the easy part, at least for a certain temperament. You start, knowing that what you think you know is probably wrong and certainly inadequate. For the first long phase, it is all gain. Each discovery is an item, one more useful trophy. If it doesn’t seem to fit very well into anything, that’s all right, maybe it will fit better later; maybe further discoveries will demonstrate where and how it fits; maybe it will be the key to fitting in other things. And in fact this is your assumption, your reliance, and your experience.

But after a while you have begun to accumulate. You have begun to perceive patterns. You have worked at trying this fit, that fit, another fit. At some point impossible to predict in advance, you obtain a pattern that more or less accommodates your new data, and more or less fits in with older data – via a new interpretation – and you feel that you once again have found firm footing, firm ground.

At that point the temptation becomes strong to stop finding or stop recognizing new pieces that might require readjustment of the new footing. Small accommodations, yes, but not major ones. For one thing, it starts to look rash, given that perhaps a bit more data would reconcile the stubborn item with the rest. For another, it may be that the new item is wrong, and the more that has gone before it, and the better it has fit together, the stronger the weight of evidence has to be if you are to justify overthrowing it or even modifying it heavily. And there is sheer weariness. “I’m tired of never knowing where I am!”

Now, in this you will recognize what you have criticized in materialist science. But it isn’t peculiar to science or to theology either; it is a human response to the continual overthrow of the familiar and even the newly absorbed.

Beware premature clarity. Yet – as in all things in the world of polarities and duality – beware never coming to a useful conclusion, never proceeding with what you have, rather than waiting endlessly for a standard of completion and certainty that may be impossible to obtain.

So that is why you hesitated at the brink. And if you choose to move now in another direction, we have no objection. After all, there is a tremendous amount of material you have been given in just the past five years, still unexpressed though we will say surprisingly much of it absorbed and lived – which is the important thing.

Well, I think I’m going to surprise you – and myself, to a degree – and take you up on the postponement. I sense that I’m not ready for more uncertainty – or rather, more at-sea-ness, if that is a word. I need some closure first. I would like to get some of all this out into the world first, and I am rather filled with dismay at the thought of having to do it all again – and mostly the thought of having all that trackless sea around me again. The only reason not to defer this would be if it is in my best interest, or the best interests of the readers of the project itself – “project” meaning our on-going project of bringing light. In short, if it is better in your judgment for me to overrule my desire for some closure at this point, fine, let’s do it. And if it would hamper my future growth, the same. Only if it is a matter of preference between equally valid paths would I say let’s let the new material ride for a time.

Don’t think for a moment that we do not appreciate the willingness to take the less comfortable path. “Your will not mine,” Jesus said. “Let the decision be made by the total self,” Bob Monroe said. Three versions of the same willingness to let the lesser be guided by the greater. This very willingness is the most important contribution that anyone can make, because it puts the center into the center.

There is no reason not to pause, or rather – knowing you – to lay down this particular set of strands so that in a while you may pick up others. You do, in truth, have a daunting amount of work to do.

Yes and let’s talk about that. I feel utterly physically inadequate to the task. It is that I have years of accumulated physical work to do, that is actually getting in my way. So much material, just from my journals! It isn’t like I’m researching elsewhere. It is so much that I’m starting to shrink from it.

Don’t forget to routinize. Get yourself a work schedule – again! – and hold to it. This includes a non-work, even an anti-work, schedule. There wouldn’t be anything wrong in taking that painting course.

(8:15 a.m.) I smile at your methods. “Go have a quiet cup of coffee and watch the sun rise.” Sure, and while there, sit in the white chair that is the only one that faces southeast. Sure, and on the table where you laid it – how long ago? – just happens to be The Secret Vaults of Time, by Stephan Schwartz, that I published but have never read. And – well, the rest of the story follows from the first. James Bligh Bond –a kindred spirit if ever there was one – and his explorations into Glastonbury, and I find my courage renewed. I am not the first one to tread this path, and the ground indeed has been broken for me. It is true, what Smallwood says, how soft we are next to these older ones.

David, is it desirable and possible to speak to James Bligh Bond?

Desirable, no, not on a whim. Possible if you have a reason for the contact. Would you just be wanting his autograph?

I was wanting reinforcement, I suppose. But it is true, I don’t have specific questions. I don’t want to do automatic writing in the way he did – that seems cumbersome to me, next to just sitting down and writing.

Maybe you are farther along than he was, because the times are farther along. “The veil is thinning, as you say.

– A little parable. I was lighting a fire in the stove, watching one spot intently to see if it would catch – and suddenly realized that although it hadn’t caught, it didn’t matter, because all around it was aflame. That’s like my work, here, in a way – concentrating so on this or that difficulty, and not seeing what is being accomplished at the margins.

(9:45) Seems clear that Bond was connected in a strong way – a “past life”? – with at least one monk at Glastonbury in the 1500s. Something kept him on the line. Johannes Bryant, perhaps. His love of the place being great enough to keep him there certainly seems congruent with Bond’s similar attachment – from which he had to be blasted out by the malice of others, perhaps really for his own soul’s good.

I have been re-reading my book Chasing Smallwood, because I gave it to someone who hasn’t any background in altered-state communication, and wondered how it would strike the unprepared reader. It had been some time since I’d looked at it, and so I could look at it from a detached perspective.

My first reaction was, I needed a good editor! The editor who edits his own copy has a fool for a client. I was so close to the material that I couldn’t see that some things needed spelling out.

My second reaction, though, was, “wow, what good material this included! What great communications!” And that’s still my reaction. Here’s a little dialogue with Bertram, an English monk — well, he’d have called himself Norman rather than English, I suspect — from the 1200s.

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Dealing with depression

[Saturday, January 14, 2006]

7 a.m. Always, it seems, I wake up with a slight sense of depression. Can’t blame that on having to go to work! Can’t blame it on having to live with someone else that I’m out of harmony with! Probably could blame it on the usual apprehension that is the background to my life – but that doesn’t solve or even explain anything.

Well, I’d like a companionable chat. Which of my friends shall I talk with today?

You call me Joseph. [The Egyptian.]

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It wouldn’t surprise me for a second. In fact, my deepest intuition has told me, for years, that this is exactly the case. This world, the physical 3D so-real-seeming world, is only a projection from a realer world that underlies it.

I once, for a matter of moments, “appeared” in that realer world and conversed with some of its inhabitants. I perceived them as sitting around a table, but of course, who knows what the reality was. The mind  has to interpret things somehow, and it  seems to prefer to pick something as close as possible to be the symbol for the incommunicable.

Anyway, for the short time I was “there” I knew without question that it was realer than this world, and if you don’t think that’s a funny sensation, you need an imagination implant! But I could only hold myself there very briefly, before I ran out of the energy it took to maintain myself there.

I had that first-hand experience years after having become convinced that this world is spun from an underlying non-physical one, but years before being given the word from the other side, as related in The Sphere and the Hologram. So it’s nice to see that science is catching up, or at least considering it. That said, I admit, I understand very little of what is said in this article. Science is not the altar that I worship at.

This, from the New Scientist, was called to my attention by a friend. http://www.newscientist.com/article/mg20126911.300-our-world-may-be-a-giant-hologram.html?full=true

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Perhaps it is as well to say explicitly that the purpose of these extracts of my conversations with the other side is to provide hints to help you live more effectively and joyously.

Setting your dials

[Friday, January 13, 2006]

Well, I don’t know how well connected we are at the moment: I feel pretty drowsy, distracted. But I think it is a way of putting off the question.

Then, if you wish, ask something easier.

That’s interesting. I do see, it is a matter of “ask something easier” for me to allow, not, for you to say.

Precisely. In practice it amounts to the same thing but the distinction is important.

Okay. I have questions of everybody, really; it’s impossible to figure out where to start. I could start “at random” but that seems dumb, or – maybe not so dumb. Maybe that implies that the easiest to access would sort to the top unhampered by my opinions or expectations.

That is one result of choosing by “randomness,” yes. It is a sort of deliberate deferring to the forces of the moment. Yes, equivalent in its way to Monroe letting the total self decide. A good plan when you don’t have your own priorities.

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This text keeps coming around. I have emailed it to friends more than once. But it’s a great text, and worth preserving, so here it is again. I will just add this. Jobs says, rightly, “Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life. Don’t be trapped by dogma – which is living with the results of other people’s thinking.” I would add, don’t waste it in fear or in hatred, fearing  the future or hating other individuals or groups. Life is too long and too precious to be spent that way.

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Henry Thoreau’s words and example deeply influenced  my life since I first read Walden at age 24 and wound up writing my M.A. thesis on his early social views in the light of his personal religion. This is a man! And his stalwart, straightforward life is such an example of virtues lived that an earlier age would have named him as a saint. (That is, as a person whose life displayed virtues worthy of emulation.) I never thought, in that long ago, that  I’d be able to talk to him.

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As on every Friday  for the past four  months, another excerpt from my on-going conversations with various disembodied beings.

This series hopes to illumine for you, as it did for me, aspects of the interconnections between this side (3D reality) and the other side (outside of time and space). My ultimate goal is to nudge you (as I have been nudged)  toward an understandable concept of our place in the universe, one that helps us see meaning in our lives.  God knows, materialist reductionism doesn’t!

But the language and concepts of traditional religions as traditionally expressed are dead to us, and need reinterpreting. That’s part of what’s going on here. And, in the process, the guys upstairs are happy enough to knock some dust off long-repeated concepts, and at the same time throw out some bathwater, while holding on to the baby. So — part 18 of the series.

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It was, if I had only known it, the beginning, finally.

It was 1987. I was 40 years old. I was writing editorials for the Norfolk Virginian-Pilot, a  job that paid well and had rescued me from the world of computer programming. But my primary interest in life, besides writing, was psychic exploration, if I could ever figure out how to do it.

For reasons I have set forth in my book Muddy Tracks, suddenly there I was, attending the first of Shirley MacLaine’s Higher Self Seminars in nearby Virginia Beach. When I came home, I wrote up a piece about it, which appeared in the Commentary section of the largest newspaper in Virginia on Sunday, February 1.

This article turned out to be the end of some things and the beginning of many others, including my chance to participate in the creation and growth of Hampton Roads Publishing Company. What Shirley MacLaine did was a good thing. The sentiments I expressed at the end of the article remain true today.

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