"I of my own knowledge…"

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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