"I of my own knowledge…"

Thursday, July 22, 2010

5:30 AM. Yesterday, as I was very aware, was Hemingway’s birthday. Who would have thought he would come to be so much to me? Finished Reynolds’ volume 1, and started re-reading [Jeffrey] Meyers, slowly, which is more interesting this time than the first time. Have not moved in Baker, waiting to get my questions [to Hemingway] in.

As I have talked to people about what I am doing, the question about certainty has presented itself, or rather, my old knowledge that certainty isn’t possible, only resonance. It’s still conceivable that I’m making all this up, regardless how convincing the contacts feel. And just as I could never prove it to anyone else, neither could I prove it to myself. I am left with Jesus’ test — by their fruits you will know them. So far the fruits are joy as I come to each day’s task, enthusiasm and joy, and insight. Or so it seems. But of course I am aware of the danger of leading myself and others astray.

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Friday, July 16, 2010

Almost 4 AM. Papa, more? Wonderful stuff yesterday.

Better questions get better answers, you were told.

And I keep seeing it. I also see that the more I know to start with, the more I can be taught.

Well, the more you’ll understand. Just because the information has to flow from non-physical to physical doesn’t mean the process is any different. In fact, that isn’t what’s happening at all. Let me give you over for a minute.

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

5 AM. I stopped at Barnes and Noble and bought five Fitzgeralds. Re-reading The Great Gatsby first, because it is an old friend, and perhaps will ease me into reading him as his short stories definitely did not. Also, the next volume of Nevins’ history of the Civil War arrived in yesterday’s mail. Quite a plethora of books to read; I’m a little bit overwhelmed.

Good morning, friends. Anything special on your minds today?

No? Then I guess it’s up to me. All right, Papa, let’s talk about F. Scott Fitzgerald and me. Yesterday I was moved to buy five of his books, after having been unable to read the book of his short stories that I had borrowed. Other than “The Lost Decade,” they seemed so shallow and even silly — just an impression from titles, and reading the first few pages of “A Diamond As Big As The Ritz” and “Bernice Bobs Her Hair” — that I returned the book and thought I was finished with. But then I return with Tender Is The Night, The Beautiful And Damned, This Side Of Paradise and Gatsby. I’m wondering: why.

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Unexpected reinforcement.

Because a friend mentioned looking up his own book via google, I googled The Sphere and the Hologram and found three very nice customer reviews that I had no idea were there.  Naturally, I’m going to share them with you. Seems like the least I can do. Thanks, the three of you.

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Received this heartening email from a friend, and thought I’d pass the encouragement along.

Hi, Frank,

I wanted to report an experience made possible by the idea in Sphere that there is no “there.”

Happy holidays.

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[Last Friday I posted the first in a series of edited excerpts from the book I am writing at the present. Do you think your life was wasted, because anything you did or thought will vanish when you die? Well, you're wrong, but it's going to take several Fridays to tell you why.]

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A friend sent me this beautiful image, which appeared in the Netherlands, and is said to be the largest crop circle to date.

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Saturday, July 25, 2009, from 1 p.m. to 4 p.m., I am going to host a workshop in which I will attempt to teach people how to get into touch with their own guidance — their own Guys Upstairs. I’m pretty confident that it can be done, but it’s sort of an experiment, so I already decided to give people their money back if they’re dissatisfied with the results. (At that, I’m going to lose money on this unless we get more at-the-door registrations than I expect.)
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Enigmatic title, right? Here’s a quote from the guys upstairs, trying to give us analogies so that we could get a sense of the nature of physical reality.

“The only things that come to mind now that are going to help are the sphere and the hologram, those two concepts. If you see yourselves as holographically part of the entirety of the universe, this doesn’t mean that you’re a tiny part of something huge, it means you’re an integral part of the whole thing, and size is not relevant. It’s just really not relevant. And the sphere again, is only used as an analogy of completion, of totality. It doesn’t mean that reality is literally a sphere.”

                                                                                    — from session 18, January 11, 2002