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Post by bewildered on May 13, 2011 2:46:50 GMT -6
Some things are very difficult to write about. I'm a very private person, and not given to revealing much that crosses "the line." The line, for me, encompasses those things I have seen that would disturb others by virtue of the strangeness of the experience. Most of what I have experienced in my life will remain untold for that reason.
Some things, however, should be told. I feel a particular burden to do that here.
I will see things that have an affect upon those whom I have a connection with. In this case, it was a summer day on the old farm where I was staying. I had developed a friendship with a friend's teenage sons...they were fatherless, and before they and their mother arrived at the old farm, they were delinquents and in constant trouble.
I felt it was important to be available to these guys. They needed an example without preaching, pressure, or authority. The older one was quite naive, and this would be the catalyst that would lead him into serious trouble in the coming years.
A visitor arrived on the farm that day. This was rather commonplace, especially during the warmer months. He seemed harmless enough on the surface...but the very moment I saw this man, I recognized something wrong with him...deeply wrong. It was so wrong, in fact, that I perceived dark matter all around and in him. His mere presence made me very angry, because I knew he was a predator.
What could I do with this? Walk up out of the blue and tell him to leave immediately? That was crazy.
I struggled with this for hours that day. I isolated myself and tried to quell the raging storm that was tearing me up inside. I could not rest, nor sit still, nor attain any peace at all. At one point, I walked up to the main house, fighting my vision every step of the way...and found him there, sitting on the porch swing with some children.
Our eyes met. He hated me quite intensely. He knew that I could see him. This exchange was brief but very, very powerful. He suddenly stood up and left the porch, entering the house without looking back.
I couldn't take it anymore. I had to tell someone what I saw. So I sought out, as I usually did, the man who in many ways was the father I never had in my youth. When I despaired and wanted to give up, he was always there. Sometimes, he didn't say anything. Other times, he would just smile, slap me on the shoulder, and we would go out to the barn and work on making tools in his blacksmith shop. I found great solace there.
I could find no solace this day, however. I shared it all with him. After I let it out, I left him alone in the shop, and made my way to the hill. I spent what must have been a few hours in my clearing, idly wasting the time walking amongst the trees and watching the hawks above. When I finally went back down the hill, I saw something that didn't surprise me at all.
The visitor was leaving in a hurry, with Ben (the man I described as my father) watching him go. His normally smiling face was grim and somber. Ben saw me, and told me what had happened during my absence.
After I visited him in the shop, he became deeply troubled by what I saw. After some thought, he decided to go into the house and check on this fellow. He wasn't to be found in the house proper, nor anywhere in the yard. He then thought of the basement, which had been renovated to furnish some bedrooms for young fellows...fellows such as the teenager I described earlier in this post.
He found this visitor laying in a bed with the troubled young fellow in the basement. Fortunately, nothing had taken place (yet)...but what Ben saw was quite enough. The visitor was sent packing, all the while proclaiming his innocence. He also apparently had things to say about me, despite the fact that he had never seen me before that day, and in fact didn't know me at all.
The aftermath troubled us all greatly. It troubled me in particular as what I experienced was exceedingly powerful. As it turns out, I wasn't alone in seeing this man that day. Two others, members of a very close circle of friends I was a part of, had seen him as I had. Like me, they were deeply troubled by what they saw, and did not come forward about it. I only did it with great reluctance.
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May 13, 2011 12:11:42 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 13, 2011 12:11:42 GMT -6
Something altogether curious happens directly preceding these events. I'm not exactly sure why this happens - or exactly what it is for that matter - but I will suddenly know that something is about to happen.
I have become aware of a "lag" between thoughts and actions. As difficult as it is to explain (most of this is), I have actually observed this in action. This might partially explain why I will "know" when something is about to happen, because I obtain a very strange external viewpoint of myself and witness the delay both in myself and in everything all around me. It is as if the flow of time alters. In fact...it is during such an experience that my awareness of what time actually is was shaped.
It is a convention of perception. It is an oscillation of parallel events in proximity to one another. Probability is the reality, not certainty (nothing is "certain")...and the only thing that is actually solid and real is consciousness itself. That is eternal and timeless.
This is also how I eventually was able to see other timelines. If you have never experienced such a thing, it is as if the barrier of reality folds and you experience another reality. There is another "you" there...and when this viewing unfolds, you experience everything in that timeline...the memories, the flavor of where you are, and the connections to others.
I didn't understand this for the longest time...I simply kept on experiencing it. I didn't know how I was able to do it...I just did it. When I finally understood that it all began as an exercise in attaining an external point of view, it came to me. I was disengaging from that "small window" of conscious awareness. When I did, I found myself in a room a thousand years wide...a room with others in there with me. If I wanted to, I could see with their eyes.
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Post by Deleted on May 13, 2011 12:31:38 GMT -6
And a good thing that you did 'share' your feelings or something truly horrific might have happened. I think we are given 'experiences' to share and the experiences are given to those who others will listen to.
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May 14, 2011 10:15:01 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 14, 2011 10:15:01 GMT -6
jo: One thing I desire most of all is the knowledge of when to act, or not to act. When to say something, or not to say something. This would require a much more encompassing vision and, perhaps, more experience. There have been times when I perceived that it was best not to say or do anything, even when my conscious cried out in rebellion against the flow. Or, inversely, I saw that it was best that I should do or say something, even when it appeared on the surface that I shouldn't. Back to timelines - this can be somewhat confusing if you aren't aware of bilocation (viewing one timeline while "occupying" another). It is of course completely possible to "jump" timelines...and is in fact something I have done before. Years ago, I occupied a critical point. I could see quite clearly the memories and places where I would be going...Ranger school, Air Assault school, and deployment with a Ranger Battalion. I knew I would eventually end up in Iraq (this was after the Gulf War), and I saw the brotherhood and reason for my doing this. It possessed a particularly potent "pull" on me. There was no question that I was quite capable of making it through Ranger school (at the time, some friends of mine in the Ranger Battalion were urging me to sign up), but something about the timeline didn't seem right to me. It was a path to excellence in the military, like many other critical points I have faced before. In the end, I began to view another timeline...this one, in fact...and I chose this one as my destination. I began to align my decisions and movements in harmony with this one, and as a result, all of the memories and life of that other timeline became just that...a memory of another timeline. I would not join the Rangers, I would not endure the Delta Force qualification course, and I would not go to Iraq. Sometimes, that timeline still haunts me. Something inside of me still feels that I should have been there. A complex suitcase of emotions.
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May 15, 2011 10:10:39 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 15, 2011 10:10:39 GMT -6
I understand the timeline Bewildered..but I don't think as a rule we're given a choice. I believe we are drawn to and end up where we are supposed to be. Or maybe..we are given those choices but guides 'encourage' us to a certain path. Maybe the ones who struggle so much in their lives are the ones not listening. I'm still of the opinion that our 'souls' select the path of 'education' here. That which they want to experience and understand. At the moments of greatest despair for me..I remind myself I could have opted to be a legless beggar struggling to exist in some harsh country. And in this I can't get past a certain 'split personality' feeling. The soul may have wanted to experience the bumps in my life but it's the id..essence that is Jo that has to deal with those freakin bumps. The wonder is that I'm not completely mad as a hatter
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May 16, 2011 12:01:06 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 16, 2011 12:01:06 GMT -6
I understand the timeline Bewildered..but I don't think as a rule we're given a choice. I believe we are drawn to and end up where we are supposed to be. Or maybe..we are given those choices but guides 'encourage' us to a certain path. Maybe the ones who struggle so much in their lives are the ones not listening. I'm still of the opinion that our 'souls' select the path of 'education' here. That which they want to experience and understand. At the moments of greatest despair for me..I remind myself I could have opted to be a legless beggar struggling to exist in some harsh country. And in this I can't get past a certain 'split personality' feeling. The soul may have wanted to experience the bumps in my life but it's the id..essence that is Jo that has to deal with those freakin bumps. The wonder is that I'm not completely mad as a hatter When I write about our existence, I make differences between the conscious and the mind. The difference is night and day: the conscious is a creation - it is Jo, if you will - but as we both know, Jo is not really you, but merely clothing that you wear. "You" are your mind, not its creation. This is not to say that there are different "yous," because there is not. It really is much like clothing. For example, when one goes to work, one dresses in work clothing. Along with that clothing comes a host of perceptions, actions, and modes of thought. It is reflection of identity...the "work Jo" differs from the "at home Jo." If this is beginning to sound like a discussion of frames of thought and perspective, then my point is being made. "Work Jo" is you, just like "at home Jo" is. The difference here is one of framing and perspective. That is what the conscious is: a frame of reference and a conglomeration of perspectives. It can be impossible to penetrate as long as we seek to understand it from the viewpoint of the creation itself: the conscious is what it is. It is a mirror looking into a mirror reflecting another mirror, sitting in a corner of an impossibly large room. That huge room is the mind.
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May 16, 2011 12:47:31 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 16, 2011 12:47:31 GMT -6
Well said bewildered. The wonder is that I'm not completely mad as a hatter ~clears throat~ Sings: "A....... very merry un-birthday to you!" "Doormouse! Pour the lady a cup of tea!"
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2011 14:30:03 GMT -6
Yes..I do get that..it's just one of those quirky things that I am sure has a very basic and simple message that I am over looking in my complexity
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May 18, 2011 8:53:04 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 18, 2011 8:53:04 GMT -6
There is no question to me that it is all about choice. We choose to bury ourselves as we do, dreaming dreams of forgetfulness.
We did not know what we were getting ourselves into. It began in such very small ways taking the tiniest of steps, never realizing that every journey is comprised of steps in succession, no matter how great or small those steps might be. Because we could not see, we fell into a ditch. Because we could not hear, we did not heed the warning. The truth is more complicated than most might think.
There are predators who understand us more completely than we do ourselves. These predators are our eternal foe - an infinite enemy - and they have achieved the most effective and chilling control scheme imaginable.
Their deceit has become our own. Their lies are our truths, their thoughts our thoughts, their control our own freewill. The deception is so complete and ingenious, there is practically no way out of it...for all paths lead back to the source of the control. What we like to think of as our own decisions are in reality those which we are intended to choose. In short, the predators do not need to control us. We control ourselves for them.
We are trapped in a crazy madhouse of distorted views and warped mirrors. There is only one hope of evading orbit and achieving escape velocity. We must "break the rules" and depart from what we know. The reason is simple: everything we know, have been taught is acceptable, accept as normal, and consider as reality is nothing but a lie. It is a lie dressed with some truth.
It begins in small ways. People will say one thing, do something else, then afterward say something completely different from either one of those. "Things" only have the value that you believe that possess. You "love" those who gratify your desires, and despise those who do not.
You wake up one morning and wonder: what's the point? Why do I work to eat, eat to work, scratch and claw to survive the day, only to scratch and claw yet again for another day of continued existence? Why do I live waiting for the day I die? Truly, that is what we do...we live in constant fear of the end, never realizing that in our fear, we have ended.
Why are we afraid? What is there to be afraid of?
Asking such questions are definitely against the rules, for they lead inevitably to a false horizon called nihilism. That horizon is false because it is a boundary fence erected to distract and contain...the edge of the world leading to free fall through the void of space. It's an illusion, one erected to keep you subdued and controlled. Nihilism is the anathema of the control...it destroys the bonds that hold us fast in this prison of not-life.
Something important is required to pass through this boundary. You must be courageous and focused, giving no quarter and expecting none in return. There is no passing beyond unless you decide to face fear. Fear profits a human being nothing.
You must accept the end...and in doing that, you are set free of the control program you installed yourself in your conscious. The ability to step beyond to an external point of view becomes possible. It is something we were meant to do.
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2011 13:39:08 GMT -6
Bewildered, your post makes a lot of sense.
However-
Fear is nothing more than an animal instinct. We all possess it and it controls our lives. The will to survive. The will to claw and scratch for food and resources. Our bodies need these things in order to survive. Without these things, we die. As the economists say, "There is no such thing as a free lunch."
We live in fear of losing that which we need. We also fear death because that is also programmed into us via animal instinct. The only reason why we are here and surviving in this dimension is because of this fear. That is why I always try to look twice before I cross an intersection.
The other day, I had a green light at an intersection and was turning left. There were no cars coming from across the intersection. I began to make my turn. All of a sudden, a red car appeared out of nowhere, from the right side of the intersection (from my vantage point) turning left. He had run the red light and I missed hitting him by about two inches. I was afraid... more for the other driver than for myself because I almost hit his driver side door. I should have been afraid too. If I hadn't been afraid, I wouldn't have slammed on my brakes and the driver behind me would not have slammed on her brakes.
If not for fear, people would drive like maniacs and get into car accidents far more often.
If not for fear, people would not invent new safety devices for automobiles.
If not for fear, we would not exist.
Fear is a powerful motivator. It is the one and only way to control the masses and prevent them for murdering and raping and destroying.
Mother: "Johnny, put that candy back on the rack!"
Johnny: "NO! I want M&Ms!!"
Mother: "If you don't put that candy back I'll whoop your bottom!"
Johnny: ~puts the candy back, sobbing~
It is a lovely concept though in theory, but it is not very practical for society IMO. Without fear, society would collapse.
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May 18, 2011 13:51:58 GMT -6
Post by skywalker on May 18, 2011 13:51:58 GMT -6
So who are all of these predators who are doing the controlling?
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Post by Deleted on May 18, 2011 18:23:36 GMT -6
I think I'm in a different orbit than you are Bewildered..but then I believe that people have individual paths..and different processes of achievement..or levels of experience. With each 'transition' I feel closer..each small milestone brings me nearer and I've seen that 'doorway' that can't be accessed until the right level is reached. I don't fear the transitions..or the hereafter because I already know..it's but a different classroom..the next reality. It's not a mysterious thing..people have been transversing it daily for a very long time...but the paths that some take to get there are considerably more arduous. It's my belief..that when enough ego is shed that a humble mind may approach..then a very big step is taken. There are those here..destined to incarnate for further knowledge and those destined to move to a higher level of consciousness. I don't see it as a mystery or surrounded by evil predators..I had to disagree with Time Travelers soul sucking aliens too. I think we invent the monsters..we give them life much as children give a pathway to poltergeists. I think once we are ready to shed this place..then fear isn't a factor any longer...instead it's anticipation..excitement. The fear becomes staying here...to the act of living to exist...to the sameness. It's funny to me..that for the most part..science denies God..yet science has named the particle they hunt..the God particle..I wonder if they recognize manipulation...
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Post by bewildered on May 19, 2011 8:12:07 GMT -6
skywalker: Those predators are beyond the boundaries of the conscious. That's a simplified statement, but it sums up the general state. I would say that John Keel hit very, very close to the mark with his hypothesis of "ultra dimensionals." The problem arises when we are dealing with the interpretations of the conscious. There is a great deal of room for gross error and filtering. We understand them as we think we should, based on the accumulated programming of the conscious. The concept "ultra dimensional" is itself such an interpretation...but honestly, I can't think of what to call it in language. Suffice it to say that these predators transcend all of our expectations in reality. There is also the rather confusing case of the mind itself. The imagery of the mind can seem very strange and nonsensical to the conscious. Most of it is "blocked" from conscious cognizance (dreams are an excellent example of this). A great deal of what we consider experiences with "other" entities might be in fact encounters with our own minds and elements of our own selves. The confusion enters where we consider the conscious and how it interprets internal and external stimuli. It is a sophisticated animal - a cellular organism on "steroids" if you will - and it imprints a linear order upon everything it encounters. It is nearly blind and deaf, and spends most of its time dreaming. It extrapolates and creates, "filling in the blanks" where it cannot perceive. This extrapolation and filling in the blanks is easily seen in practical demonstrations of the oddities and shortcomings of the conscious. It literally plays tricks upon awareness. @lorelei: Learned behaviors - particularly inhibitions such as you describe in your post - are a double-edged sword. On the one hand, external consideration is a very desirable attribute we all should cultivate...and some of us had that imparted to us in childhood early on. Others develop it later in life, each to varying degrees. It is part of what makes us human, possessed of empathy and consideration for others. The good result is that we consider the consequences of any action we perceive of taking - such as what would happen if we decide to run a red light at an intersection. That action would likely result in injury to others, and that is not acceptable. External consideration can be defined as placing ourselves in the shoes of others...seeing through their eyes, experiencing their pain and emotions. That is part of the reason why we exist, in my opinion. We should do this. A capacity to "walk in the shoes of another" is involved in that. This is healthy, but honestly does not reside in the scope of fear as I discuss it. Fear is something else.
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2011 10:06:33 GMT -6
My husband has evolved into a licorice based life form. A couple of months ago he quit smoking..head products on the market make the chore within his scope and the zombie effects only last the length of the prescription. With no more drugs in the system..the mind needed fodder and fortunately he likes licorice. I quit smoking 3 years ago when I had the heart surgery. Smoke..or die. I haven't touched one since but I know that the second I leave the house the newly hatched licorice based life form I reside with..sneaks a couple of puffs. Of course I remain igannant in the face of the good it's still doing his body. He has Congestive Heart Failure and Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease ..he has serious breathing problems and actually serious living problems..so who would mind licorice as a substitute? The point here is..what motivates people can be and usually is entirely different. Having someone tell me I had a choice (albeit a stacked one) convinced me: bad..don't do..cease and desist. He's been told the same..but it took much more to break the habit. We are NOT alike in this universe and we don't respond to stimuli alike. One person might take a very long torturous route to a destination..one might drive off of a cliff. Running into the creepy dudes convinced me of a few things..one being that there are more surprises in this universe that we could EVER possibly grasp..and the biggest favor we can do for ourselves is to find ways to remove the limitations put on us as children by parents as limited. What ever it takes..we enter right NOW into a future where all bets are off..dimensions..dimensional creatures..beings who drive across the expanses of space as we do to the grocery store..all exist..it's real and welcome to the now of our lives. But we'll never see it if we don't open our eyes
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May 19, 2011 13:15:16 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 19, 2011 13:15:16 GMT -6
My husband has evolved into a licorice based life form. A couple of months ago he quit smoking..head products on the market make the chore within his scope and the zombie effects only last the length of the prescription. With no more drugs in the system..the mind needed fodder and fortunately he likes licorice. I quit smoking 3 years ago when I had the heart surgery. Smoke..or die. I haven't touched one since but I know that the second I leave the house the newly hatched licorice based life form I reside with..sneaks a couple of puffs. Of course I remain igannant in the face of the good it's still doing his body. He has Congestive Heart Failure and Chronic obstructive pulmonary disease ..he has serious breathing problems and actually serious living problems..so who would mind licorice as a substitute? The point here is..what motivates people can be and usually is entirely different. Having someone tell me I had a choice (albeit a stacked one) convinced me: bad..don't do..cease and desist. He's been told the same..but it took much more to break the habit. We are NOT alike in this universe and we don't respond to stimuli alike. One person might take a very long torturous route to a destination..one might drive off of a cliff. Running into the creepy dudes convinced me of a few things..one being that there are more surprises in this universe that we could EVER possibly grasp..and the biggest favor we can do for ourselves is to find ways to remove the limitations put on us as children by parents as limited. What ever it takes..we enter right NOW into a future where all bets are off..dimensions..dimensional creatures..beings who drive across the expanses of space as we do to the grocery store..all exist..it's real and welcome to the now of our lives. But we'll never see it if we don't open our eyes So you quit smoking for fear of death and painful suffering? That's still fear... isn't it? ~shrug~ ~imagines a giant licorice stick smoking a cigarette and smirks~
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Post by Deleted on May 19, 2011 13:51:33 GMT -6
No it wasn't fear..nothing about the surgery caused me fear..and it was from that that I woke with the 'message' that I keep trying to pass on. What it was instead was I suppose..common sense. If you smoke, the tiny veins will collapse and the surgery will have to be done a second time at great cost not to mention it's physically limiting and a bloody waste of time when I could be in here babbling happily away. Not everything is conditioned fear response. There is only one thing..that causes me fear and it's something that no matter how hard I try I cannot set aside. I'm absolutely terrified of letting my family down..of not keeping a roof over my husband's head..of not providing well enough. I know...in my mind..that on this point God has never let me down..someway..somehow it's always been there and many are the problems that dissolved with that faith..but..because there is nothing more precious to me than my family..it's my weak zone...it IS my Achilles heel. Everything else in life is as we write it. The rules I think are simple. Treat others as you would like to be treated, live within the rules of society and government and pray a lot. I think we all have the 'talent' of drawing that which we need to us..but the hows are not in the manual. Negative..does draw negative and positive does draw positive. Haven't you ever wanted something so desperately and have it happen..if not exactly as you wanted..darn close. I have dozens of times. I know that each and every day we need to take the time to be grateful for the positive things in our lives..health..job..the right to complain..our families..love..the spiritual we hold in our hearts and above all I remember the 'message' I woke up with..that life doesn't end here...there is SO much more.
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Post by auntym on May 19, 2011 14:44:46 GMT -6
No it wasn't fear..nothing about the surgery caused me fear..and it was from that that I woke with the 'message' that I keep trying to pass on. What it was instead was I suppose..common sense. If you smoke, the tiny veins will collapse and the surgery will have to be done a second time at great cost not to mention it's physically limiting and a bloody waste of time when I could be in here babbling happily away. Not everything is conditioned fear response. There is only one thing..that causes me fear and it's something that no matter how hard I try I cannot set aside. I'm absolutely terrified of letting my family down..of not keeping a roof over my husband's head..of not providing well enough. I know...in my mind..that on this point God has never let me down..someway..somehow it's always been there and many are the problems that dissolved with that faith..but..because there is nothing more precious to me than my family..it's my weak zone...it IS my Achilles heel. Everything else in life is as we write it. The rules I think are simple. Treat others as you would like to be treated, live within the rules of society and government and pray a lot. I think we all have the 'talent' of drawing that which we need to us..but the hows are not in the manual. Negative..does draw negative and positive does draw positive. Haven't you ever wanted something so desperately and have it happen..if not exactly as you wanted..darn close. I have dozens of times. I know that each and every day we need to take the time to be grateful for the positive things in our lives..health..job..the right to complain..our families..love..the spiritual we hold in our hearts and above all I remember the 'message' I woke up with..that life doesn't end here...there is SO much more. thats beautiful jo....
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Post by bewildered on May 24, 2011 15:38:16 GMT -6
The title of this thread sums it up pretty well, I think: viewing. Consciousness is a view. Obfuscation obscures the view by introducing dampening objects in the field of vision, diversions and dalliances that distract and divert. The curious property of obfuscation is the waste of energy and effort it encourages. Obfuscation is a con. The conscious is rife with such walls of illusion, pitfalls that generate containment and effectively dictate parameters of awareness.
Consider the state of being inside looking out. Add to this being inside looking outside through a very, very small window. As if this weren't enough, there is yet another layer to this scenario: being inside looking outside through a tiny window that has been painted and tinkered with in order to present a mostly artificial vista.
If one never steps back to see oneself looking through this skewed portal, one will never see the first layers of the delusion. If one never sees oneself looking through this tiny window, then one will also miss the fact that they are sitting in the corner of a room looking through that window. The depth of obfuscation is only beginning to become apparent, for there is much, much more. This room has a door, and the door leads to a hallway...which leads one to stand before the door to the outside.
Along the way, cleverly positioned mirrors will reveal themselves...mirrors designed to foster the illusion of infinity in a finite space. The walls of the room and the hallway are mirrors in their entirety, reflecting infinitely into one another...locking awareness into a perpetual loop, repeating motion endlessly. It is infinite from within the loop...inside looking out.
It is not unlike a radio signal captured within a container and bounced to and fro off of reflective surfaces within. The movement itself might be infinite, but the space is very finite and controlled. This generates the illusion of freedom and unlimited movement when in reality, the signal never leaves the source of transmission.
Inside looking out is precisely where we are intended to be. We are powerless and utterly helpless from such a view, blinded and dulled to the point of effortless submission. The predators who utilize us as a food source thus are able to achieve maximum effect for the least amount of energy expended. It is the reptilian economy of motion: extreme conservation followed by a movement of sudden ferocity. This strike is overwhelming, lethal, and final.
We ourselves are familiar with this economy of motion, for in the scheme of things we are possessed partially of the predator's mind. There is an illusion of necessity and survival associated with the predator mind that all but ensures our compliance with the directives. It is a lie hidden beneath some truth...a diversionary mechanism that is nothing but an engine of self-destruction.
Fire is required for survival...and is also an implement of destruction. If it is not understood, controlled and therefore contained, fire will destroy. This is the quality of the predator mind, for elements crucial to survival become the tools of our destruction. They transform into such things in the absence of sentience and awareness. The absence of sentience and awareness is precisely what the predators engender within us by introducing their own creation of sentience and awareness as the kernel of the conscious. It is how "they know us" better than we know our own selves.
That is a simple illustration of the control scheme wherein the predator may conserve energy and practice the economy of movement while the prey positions itself appropriately for the killing blow. This may be seen in examples such as confidence schemes like Harold Camping's religious programming...numerous Ponzi scams in history...pyramid schemes, phishing scams, and the like. Those are practical illustrations of the predator mind: psychopathic and pathological at the core.
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Post by bewildered on May 24, 2011 15:46:31 GMT -6
I think I'm in a different orbit than you are Bewildered..but then I believe that people have individual paths..and different processes of achievement..or levels of experience. No worries, Jo. I am not seeking to "convert" anyone to my points of view, nor am I seeking to be "converted" myself. Derive what you will from what I write: if there is value, then well and good. If not, no harm done.
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May 24, 2011 16:45:44 GMT -6
Post by skywalker on May 24, 2011 16:45:44 GMT -6
Harold Camping is fooling himself as much as he is fooling anybody else, but since he is causing himself to profit from his foolishness I suppose he could be considered a predator. But only because the people are allowing themselves to be preyed upon. They are a bunch of sheeple following a wolf in sheep's clothing while he claims to be leading them to enlightenment when in reality he is keeping them locked up in that same tiny room staring at the illusions that he has set up outside the window. If anybody needs to view themselves it would definitely be them...both Camping and his followers.
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May 24, 2011 22:14:47 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 24, 2011 22:14:47 GMT -6
I am sad for those Harold hurt but I don't think it's up to us to judge him. I can't speak to what was actually in his heart..his motives. I do think I understand his followers a bit better. I understand the feeling of trying to make sense of these times we live in. I know the frustration of wanting to KNOW what is beyond door number earth. I do chafe against the idea of existence just for the sake of existence. I wouldn't fall prey to a Harold..I pretty much try to corner God himself..but I've always been that way. If some small fool in a store upsets me I hunt down the CEO of that company and *bleep*...so it's not a stretch for me to want no middle man between myself and God. I understand they are tired and afraid of being here and terrified for their children in the times ahead. I think most everyone now is sensing..change coming and they are afraid. Their faith is strong enough to believe they will get a Rapture ticket and move on to heaven leaving all this BS behind. It's just not so written yet but I can understand a charismatic Harold and his offering of everlasting wonder..being a hot item. I feel hurt for them in their loss but sad that they backed a man instead of the head of the company. I know there is a lesson in this for them and for Harold. Sadly..it's the second go around for Harold..he did not learn the first time..nor this time as he's just changed the date...THAT is the sad part.
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May 24, 2011 23:43:04 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 24, 2011 23:43:04 GMT -6
This is but a reflection of what is being faced. Where's the blame? Was it intentional or not? Who knew? Does it really matter?
Those are the questions that arise, and they have no answers because none are required. Neither matter. No sense is to be made of it, unless as Carlos Castenda wrote, the shadow is viewed. It is only in the shadow of something that understanding is ever achieved...never by directly viewing the object or thing itself. The illusion is not the shadow but the object itself. The conscious perception is smoke and mirrors, an assumption that replicates upon assumption. Unless this is abandoned one will keep going in circles endlessly, traveling great distances while never actually going anywhere.
The illustration of a mirror is helpful. When you look into a mirror, you perceive the reflection of your perception. Everything conforms to your perception to the point that everything is as you perceive it to be. Awareness is artificially contained in the image. You are the perception, rather than the perception being a view.
The problem is not perception itself. The problem is the view. With an artificially contained viewpoint, one is trapped in the loop, a prisoner of the predator mind. Gratification, itself a function of survival, becomes an imperative that is interwoven by pathology into all levels of cognizance. What was a survival function becomes a tool for self-destruction, an imbalance that is like a careless whirling dervish armed with sharp scimitars. Having identified with our perceptions, we have no actual free will nor self-determination. We don't see because we believe the lie.
It is similar to hypnotic suggestion installed at the most elemental of levels...the mind itself, which is the creator and master of the conscious. It is fallacy to believe that the mind is somehow impervious to harm or above injurious influence, because this very thing happens on a vast scale. The conscious is a golem, a composite assembled of tonal perceptions experienced through the body machine. When it comes to that tonal realm, the conscious is admirably equipped to deal with virtually anything. It possesses defenses capable of protecting itself from trauma and injury.
What conscious cannot do is be what it is not - the master of the mind. It is a perception and nothing more. The mind, however...it is what views perceptions. When the assault originates from its maker the conscious is powerless, for it is designed to comply. Thus, the predator mind is interwoven into the conscious to varying degrees.
A con may be intentional or completely unintended. A psychopath may murder, and so may a non-psychopath. An honest man may steal bread for his family, and a thief may steal for his own largesse. A psychopath may lie to manipulate and deceive, and someone else may lie to manipulate and deceive. Both have apparently different motives, but the end result is the same: manipulation by means of deception.
The predator mind is a chimera, morphing and shifting form in order to adapt to wherever and whenever you may find yourself. Immediate gratification is its directive; the feeding of itself its reason for existing. Whether you lie to spare a child's feelings or lie to gain access to someone's life savings, the mind of the predator is involved.
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May 25, 2011 0:06:47 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 25, 2011 0:06:47 GMT -6
I am sad for those Harold hurt but I don't think it's up to us to judge him. I can't speak to what was actually in his heart..his motives. I do think I understand his followers a bit better. I understand the feeling of trying to make sense of these times we live in. I know the frustration of wanting to KNOW what is beyond door number earth. I do chafe against the idea of existence just for the sake of existence. I wouldn't fall prey to a Harold..I pretty much try to corner God himself..but I've always been that way. If some small fool in a store upsets me I hunt down the CEO of that company and *bleep*...so it's not a stretch for me to want no middle man between myself and God. I understand they are tired and afraid of being here and terrified for their children in the times ahead. I think most everyone now is sensing..change coming and they are afraid. Their faith is strong enough to believe they will get a Rapture ticket and move on to heaven leaving all this BS behind. It's just not so written yet but I can understand a charismatic Harold and his offering of everlasting wonder..being a hot item. I feel hurt for them in their loss but sad that they backed a man instead of the head of the company. I know there is a lesson in this for them and for Harold. Sadly..it's the second go around for Harold..he did not learn the first time..nor this time as he's just changed the date...THAT is the sad part. The fantasy is a typical one. The fantasy involves being "saved" somehow, rescued from fear and the arduous task of living and the hard work required to live fully. Everything has a price, every action has a consequence...and there is absolutely no escaping reality. Fools and the wise both share something in common - they both will fall. The fool, by lack of consideration; the wise, by the assumption that they know. There is precious little difference between a fool and one who is wise. I feel no pity for those who indulged their fantasies and believed what they wanted to believe. They did what they wanted to do, and have discovered that reality and their expectations were unrelated. That some ignore reality and instead continue to destroy themselves is a testament to their twisted desires. Camping is not a tragic figure deserving of anyone's pity nor compassion. He is deluded to the point of sucking others into the pit with him, for as they say: misery prefers company. My pity and compassion are reserved for those who had no say in the matter: the children of the fools who indulged their fantasies. They had no choice but to be along for the crazy ride. Those are the ones that compassion should be reserved for. They had no choice.
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May 26, 2011 18:50:44 GMT -6
Post by casper on May 26, 2011 18:50:44 GMT -6
I agree Bewildered. Its not the kids fault they have parents who believed a nut. People should think for themselves instead of following other people.
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May 27, 2011 9:47:55 GMT -6
Post by Deleted on May 27, 2011 9:47:55 GMT -6
The majority of people want a religious leader. Generations have taught them that ministers, preachers, popes..etc are a link to God. I don't subscribe to it..but I do understand it. God doesn't exactly talk to people anymore (burning bushes are apparently out of style) so a spiritual leader fills that gap. It's reassuring to people having someone to talk to them about God. In my little universe it also by passes faith to a certain extent. These people have placed faith in man rather than God and that's almost always a bitter disappointment. Man is full of opinion and conjecturer, colored of course by our beliefs. Faced by a 'mysterious' cloud..I doubt ten people would decipher it the same way (if we did would we be individuals?) These people were only looking for something to hold onto..to believe in as the times become more of a trial. Maybe because most of us here are a touch 'psychic' we see with very different eyes
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May 27, 2011 12:12:18 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on May 27, 2011 12:12:18 GMT -6
I once wrote about how we walk around submerged mostly in a dreamworld of our own design. We encounter people...form an image of them, assign whatever attributes we like to that image, and proceed to interact with that image instead of the actual person. When they speak, we hardly listen - we hear what we want to hear and believe what we want to believe. This is the root cause of the terrible state of communication between human beings. We pay attention to la-la land more than we tune in to the world around (and within) us.
The same applies to God. We take an intrinsic understanding of the existence of the Incomprehensible and create an image that conforms with our perceptions and ideas of what the Incomprehensible should be. We call this "God." This is partially to blame for the rise and iron grip of religion and belief upon our race.
Much like the simulacra of other people in our dream world, the God of our imagining only exists between our ears. The illustration of the Golden Calf was pointing this out: that we consume ourselves with our own vain and petty imaginings, propping them up as our gods. We serve these. That is the meaning of idolatry.
God most certainly speaks (if you could rightfully call it such), and anyone can hear the Incomprehensible. There is a great deal of nonsense surrounding God and hearing God. You do not have to be anyone "special" or "talented" to hear God. You needn't wear robes, dress in rags, drive Ferraris, fast for 30 days, nor endlessly chant mantras or prayers. The problem is God is not what you expect at all, because God really is Incomprehensible, far beyond anything we can possibly imagine.
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Jun 22, 2011 17:41:16 GMT -6
Post by bewildered on Jun 22, 2011 17:41:16 GMT -6
Being the workplace subordinate of a flesh and blood psychopath can itself be a paranormal experience, particularly since psychopaths prey upon human beings and often have the edge in their "hunting ground" of choice - in this case, where you work. They can only do what they do when empowered by circumstances beyond their prey's control. In my case, management status elevates this psychopath to a position where it is very, very difficult to fight back effectively. The most effective option - leaving the nest of vipers - is not an option, not in this economy. If it were simply myself and no one else involved, I would do that in a heartbeat.
This is where things become extraordinarily difficult. When your livelihood (and others) depends upon your job, you have little choice but to endure the vampiric assault upon your soul by such a disgusting, vile predator. Taking the psychopath to task by exposing their sick games to a higher authority might accomplish something in the very long term scheme of things, but the immediate effect - being fired - means no roof over the head and no food on the table for those I am responsible for.
I am poised to take my grievances to the state and federal levels, as the HR department has proven their complicity in the perpetuation of horrific management practices. I drafted a long, detailed grievance letter very clearly identifying the substance and pattern of abusive practices by the highest level of management and submitted it to the HR department, but to no avail...they left the disgusting game intact with no interference.
This is where I have to stop and search myself deeply: is it worth it? Will it change anything? This sort of thing has been going for many, many years where I work...in fact, it is the norm in all parts of the operation. Surely I am not the only one who has tried to take these vile troglodytes to task for their illegal and injurious treatment of the human beings who dedicate their time and lives working for them. I am not the only one.
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Jun 22, 2011 18:17:24 GMT -6
Post by skywalker on Jun 22, 2011 18:17:24 GMT -6
BW, that is the most eloquent way I have ever heard anybody say "Take this job and shove it!" ;D Perhaps you should look for another job and delay quitting that one until after you find new employment. In the meantime, gather up as much evidence as you can to document their abusive practices and then, when your financial status is secure you can take the vile troglodytes to court and sue the crap out of them.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2011 21:08:27 GMT -6
Bewildered...Knowing the type of work you do, makes it particularly hard because I side with the the 'innocent' every time. Given the times we're in, I do understand how hard it would be to turn your back on the support of your family but I have to ask this...can you continue there, knowing what you do and not have it lessen you in some way? Would you begin to resent what keeps you anchored to a place you are disgusted by? Am I wrong in remembering that two of you work in the same location? I hope that something happens to solve the problem, maybe a wonderful offer from elsewhere. Can't say that I'm really surprised that your letters haven't helped, when you have the opportunity..maybe sending them to other sources might help. I hope it works for you Bewildered...far as I'm concerned..that's a slice of hell to deal with
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