Vicious Circle Volume One









Collected Blogs

June to November 2012


Research for Historical Novel



In Search of Secular Ethics

Volume One








Stanisław Kapuściński



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Peter & Paul is a work of fiction. Names, characters, titles, places and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously







Peter & Paul (#1)

YHWH and Peter & Paul (#2)

Peter & Paul and Omnipresence (#3)

Shavuoth or later, Pentecost (#4)

The Secret of Shavuoth (#5)

The Mystery of Yah and El (#6)

Is this Blog for You? A little Break…

from Peter and Paul (#7), Miracles (#8)

The Secret of Shavuoth (#9)

Can anyone perform Miracles? (#10)

Let the Dead Bury the Dead (#11)

What happened to the Gnostics? (#12)

Where did Yeshûa’s Gnosis come from? (#13)

A Secret Place? (#14)

Ye are gods? (#15)

Atheists or Believers (#16)

A Historical Novel or Murder/Suspense Story? (#17)

A Christian What? (#18), And what Paul? (#19)

Paul’s Visions (#20), Apostles and Demons? (#21)


It is time to start… (#22)

The Dark Days, cont. (#23 to #28)


Sanhedrin (#29), Sanhedrin (#30 to #32, excerpt cont.)


The Day Before (#33), Sheol—The Day Before, (#34 to #36)

CHAPTER 4 The Day After (#37)

The Day After (#38 to #40)



Inspired by Peter & Paul


Where am I?

History reaches beyond its time

The assumptions of Matrix

HEAVEN: Now or later?

Which way to Heaven?

Are we the living or the dead?


Unfolding the Mystery of SELF

Is there Death, or Isn’t there?

E Pluribus Unum, or… the Biggest Clout

The Universe is set on Automatic

The Irrepressible Law of Hedonism

No one is Born to Suffer

Are Men really Created Equal?

The Chicken and the Egg

The Difference between Science and Religion

What is the Meaning of Life?

The Apple’s, or it was All Eve’s Fault

Time and Miracles


****a short holiday****


Within and Without

Physical Universe

The Brain—a 100-billion neuron puzzle?

Nightmares—a Foretaste of Tomorrow?

Atlas Shrugged as do the Republicans

Survival of the Fittest?

Autism and other mutations?

An Alien amongst Us?

Secrets Dispelled

Killing is such fun!

The Innocent

Why Peter and Paul?

Peter and Paul, sequel to Yeshûa[+?+]

Immortality Now?

I and my Father


Not of this World

Was Jesus Married?

Something for Nothing



Point of view

Wanton Destruction

Black or White Magic, or Love

Green-eyed Monster

Visualize your Reality

On Suffering


The End Game

Aging is not Required

Reward or Punishment?

Economic Growth

The Pluto Effect

So, why the Pluto Effect?

Back to Peter and Paul

Blavatsky and other Esoteric Ideas

One Nation under What?

The Many and the Few

The Question of Balance

Peter & Paul, the Novel






intended as intuitive sequel to


Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus.



Is man merely a mistake of Gods?

Or God merely a mistake of man?”

Friedrich Nietzsche.



There is just one purpose to life and that is to enjoy it. To have fun. Lots of fun. Just making sure it’s not at someone else’s expense. The rest is free. After all, “heaven is within you”, remember?

Other than that, Nataputta Mahavira (599-527 BC), called Jina (Spiritual Conqueror), a contemporary of Buddha, was right. Even as seasons rotate in a Vicious Circle, so does the Procession of the Zodiac. We enter our bodies as babies, unaware of their potential, we live, we age, we leave our bodies, and await another turn. We call it reincarnation. Thanks to the Procession of the Zodiac, we are born into a variety of conditions which are propitious for our growth. Hopefully, the Circles of Life though vicious in their persistence, rotate along a gentle, upward spiral, though it’s hard to say which way is up. Nevertheless, each New Eden, hopefully, incorporates total wisdom gained in previous Circle. And so on, and so forth.


And now, our learned scientists have joined the crowd. Nothing can be destroyed, they say, in this, phenomenal world. Allow me to point out to you that the word ‘phenomenal’ not only means “perceptible by the senses, or through immediate experience”, but also:


marvelous, magnificent, remarkable, exceptional, extraordinary, amazing, astonishing, astounding, sensational, stunning, incredible, unbelievable, wonderful, outstanding, singular, out of the ordinary, unusual, unprecedented, terrific, tremendous, stupendous, awesome…”


…need I go on? Surely, this transient, ephemeral reality in which we experience our becoming is all of that and more.

And just imagine that this Universe ‘rotates’, or perhaps, continuously metamorphoses from one form to another. On and on, and on. Albert Einstein agrees with that as does Richard Feynman, both Nobel Laureates. As does Nikolai Tesla, whom Einstein once call a genius (more so than himself). So do most others.

All is energy. Vibrating energy.

Three more tiny step assure us of our immortality. All is all. Hence, let us accept that thoughts, love, and consciousness are also forms of energy. Thus we do not embark on a journey, we are on it. We always were, in one form of energy or another.

The process is relatively simple.

It is a matter of converting amorphous potential energy into polymorphous kinetic forms. By slowing down the vibrations, we create different elements, and, as the potential energy is infinite, the process is endless. We experience the potential energy as Consciousness. Ever developing, ever growing, in a Vicious Circle. Little gods are become bigger gods.

On and on and on.


It should be mentioned that the ‘awareness’ of the amorphous creative energy lied deep in our unconscious. To bring it to forefront of our awareness take a little effort. But most of all, it requires us to sublimate our egos.


The process is essentially that of trial and error. While the ideas in their unconscious form are always perfect, their conversion is not, and thus the conscious individualizations can be the sole judges whether the conversion fits into the matrix of that which is already created.

On occasion, when the creative process goes astray, it’s results are erased (their rate of vibration is increased to infinity) by reconverting them back into primary amorphous energy from which tangible (unsatisfactory) forms had been created. On the other hand, the successful results, those that fit into the ever-developing Master Plan, are stored at the vibratory rate of the energy we refer to as Subconscious. From there they can be drawn upon to be used as basis, as jumping boards for the creation of ever-new, ever more and more exciting realities.

To repeat, the process is, of course, endless, and we, you and I, are the instruments that can, consciously participate in this process. It is up to us.

The rest is history.




July 24th 2012


For while, I’ve been walking in circles. I’d never done a historical novel before. I decided to jot down ideas as they came. I began writing blogs (in earnest) on July 23rd, 2012. I numbered them, just to give them a semblance of order as well as to see how my mind worked. Later the blogs took off on their own, when I realized that all my books have been based on philosophical premises, often requiring some elucidation, particularly for people who have never read my books, fact or fiction, before. I hope you will find the blogs useful, and that they will encourage you to dig deeper, and read the whole book which develops the subject matter in a belletristic form (i.e. in the form of a novel).

You may find that fact, if presented properly, can be stranger than fiction. And… vice-versa.







I’m an atheist and I thank God for it,”

George Bernard Shaw.



Essentially, my blogs serve to discuss matters that are developed further in my books. As Socrates so aptly put, “I know that I know nothing”, thus I prefer to present my illustrations, or arguments, in a fictional form. Judging by my reviewers, some readers are not sure if they are reading fact or fiction. And that is as it should be. After all, fact is often stranger than fiction, and the Universe is more strange than we can imagine.

Luckily, as individualizations of the Potential Energy of the Source, our consciousness is indestructible. While all other forms of energy are recycled, only consciousness continues in a state of unchangeable Being. In the eternal Now.


My blogs began at the instigation of my wife, to break down my writer’s block. She thought that if I share with others the research needed to write a historical novel, my muse would guide me to dress those facts into tangible reality, into facts resembling fiction. That’s how Peter & Paul was born. The rest is history. I hope you’ll enjoy it as much I did writing it. After all, all the blogs had been published individually, as my gifts to my readers. Had you missed any, this collection will fill your gaps. As for the books that they illustrate, well, that’s up to you. You may or may not read them, but the blogs stand up on their own.

To quote another one of my reviewers, be prepared to laugh, cry and even be edified on a single page, and totally lost in a single book. Some people told me that it takes them days to recover from the shock of reading me. I can only suggest that they are not drinking enough wine.

One request.

Like it or hate it, please, share your impressions in a review. On the other hand… only if you like it…




Peter & Paul (#1)


A good way to celebrate a new blog (you can find my previous attempts on Author’s Den and at Goodreads) is by sharing with you the research I just begun for my new historical novel. My preliminary title is Peter and Paul. Yes, the biblical duo who were often accused by some accredited by others, for creating a religion, which conquered the minds of the western world.

Few of us know that Peter and Paul did not see eye to eye. In fact they differed greatly on the interpretation of Yeshûa’s teaching. Yeshûa, or more correctly Yehoshûa is the real name of Jesus, supposedly the Greek equivalent. And even then Jesus has been pronounced Yesus; thus when one attempts to “speak in the name of Jesus”, one ought to know what the name stands for. And that is, more or less, how the book has began. With the real meaning of Yeshûa, who never intended to create any religion. This privilege, apparently, was taken up, firmly by his followers.


You can find out more in http://www.Shakespir.com/books/view/29874



YHWH and Peter & Paul (#2)


Theoretically, the book should be called “Shimon and Saul”. The problem – most people wouldn’t know who those gentlemen were.

I need lots of research. To write about Peter and Paul, I have to get the feel of the man who influenced their lives. I touched on the subject of Yeshûa, the late form of Yehoshûa. Well, the name Yehoshûa is a rare Hebrew surname, but the etymological meaning gets to be more complex, though when uncovered, it throws a different light on the very principles of Christianity.

In Hebrew, Yeshûa (in Greek Jeshua) means “Jah is salvation”. Yah (or Jah), in turn, is a poetic form of Yehovah (or Jehovah), which as Yahweh represents the Hebrew YHWH (Yodh, He, Waw, He). This tetragrammaton is the expression of the male and female universal principles, and appears to be the equivalent of the Mosaic I AM THAT I AM.

Now the problems really begin.

So far, we have regressed from Yeshûa backwards to Moses. And, you will note that there is absolutely no mention of any god, with or without a capital G.


I am reminded of a Bergman movie “The Seventh Veil” wherein Max von Sydow makes this statement: “We carve an idol out of our fear and call it God”. We all know the story of the Golden Calf and the Ten Commandments.



Peter and Paul and Omnipresence (#3)

(Continuous research for historical novel)


I am beginning to see Peter and Paul’s problem.

The dogmas with which I have been brought up state that God is omnipresent. Thus, perforce, I am within God. However, since God is omnipresent, likewise perforce, He/She (It? The Universal Principles?) is (are) also within me. Interesting. I’m not sure how this fits in with the tenets with which Peter and Paul have been brought up. Hopefully, we shall find out.

Perhaps the fullness of this understanding explains the indescribable expressions of euphoria depicted by the old masters on the faces of mystics. The many martyrs of Peter and Paul’s days are said to have met their death with a blissful smile. It is as if they knew something we don’t. In a way, this book is an attempt to unravel this mystery.


Shavuoth or later, Pentecost (#4)

(Continuous research for historical novel )


Apart from Yeshûa, my outright bestseller, writing a historical novel is nothing like any other novel I’ve ever written. It is still “fantasy”, an expression of writer’s imagination, but, to be honest, if one describes real people of the past, one is obliged to do them justice as best one can. Is it not easy if they’ve been dead for some 2000 years.

I had to learn about Peter’s village, his life as a fisherman, perhaps even his state of mind. And then to retrace how his life may have unfolded. My book will probably start the day before the Pentecost. That Greek word meaning 50th. It refers to 50th day after Passover, the day the Jews commemorate as the day on which the Hebrews had been promised enlightenment. The Ten Commandments. Of course they didn’t call it Pentecost. That is the name the followers of Yeshûa adopted from the Hebrew feast of Shavuoth.

And, surprise, on that day a bunch of (with the possible exception of Matthew), uneducated, illiterate guys, hiding, scared stiff, cowering in their own shadow, suddenly got up and began preaching the Good News.

Coincidence? Myth?

Fascinating. Should be quite a book!



The Secret of Shavuoth (#5)

(Continued research for historical novel)


It is obvious that Peter and Paul could not benefit from later terminology to express emotions, metal states, deviations, and suchlike as we have now. Yet mental aberrations, deviations from the accepted norm must have existed. One can but wonder how P & P dealt with them, how they described them. It seems that symbolism to explain the unexplainable must have been in high demand. The apostles could not benefit from the achievements of Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung and a number of other psychiatrists/psychologists/students of human nature.

Yet they, P&P, managed to completely change the state of consciousness of tens of thousands of people, without driving them mad. Amazing! What fantastic powers of persuasion! And… what they offered must have been completely revolutionary. The question is what???

It is evident that something unexplainable must have taken place on the feast of Pentecost. What was it?

What was, what must have been, the secret of Shavuoth?




The Mystery of Yah and El (#6)

(Continued research for a historical novel)


I’ve learned about Yah, or Yahweh, but there is a new problem. There is also El. It is to be fond in compound names only. It stands for (symbolizes) the divine principle in human consciousness. You could say, your Higher Self. It is that through which we can contact the Existing One, the Jehovah or Yahweh. As such, (to quote from my Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism, see above), it symbolizes the union of the Father (masculine) and Mother (feminine) principles, making the Third, thus El represent the trinity or completeness. You can find it in Is-Ra-El: the feminine, the masculine and the unifying principle.

Interestingly enough, we all know where Is and Ra originate. Is – (I suspect from Isis) the feminine principle, Ra – (the Egyptian sun god), the masculine principle or our conscious mind.





And this is where the problem really drift away from any Christian teaching I ever heard. Names like Eliah, or Elijah, or Eliel, all biblical names, state that the two are one. They state that El and Yah (Jehovah) are inseparable, that they are one. Echoes of “I and my father are one” (John 10:30). Interesting? Not even close to Christian teaching. The problem is that long before Yeshûa was born, this statement applied to everybody. Not just to Yeshûa, later, as the Christian teaching proclaims. Hence, so many Hebrew names listed above. That is how we are made. Constructed. Created. It must have been equally as shocking, as blasphemous, to them, to the Gentiles as it sounds to us.

And yet? The Bible is supposed to be right. Right?

Peter and Paul had quite different problems than I ever imagined. They had to convey this knowledge, or philosophy to the gentiles.

Wow! Do you think they made it?



Is this Blog for You? A little Break… from Peter and Paul (#7)

(Continuous research for historical novel)


Half in jest, and I suspect half-earnestly, my friend asked me, “…can you explain to me why on earth I would want to blog through minutia of the making of a novel that I’m not sure I’m that interested in reading when it’s finished.”

Why indeed!

Well, there is an answer, but it will probably appeal only to people who may not have written any books, but always thought that perhaps, one day, they might pick up the quill… Don’t we all want to say something, sometime, without being interrupted? (This applies to married men only).



Such people might find it fascinating what research method would a writer use to write, e.g., a historical novel. I remember when writing Yeshûa, I went through a dozen thick books on philosophy, ancient customs, history and suchlike, before I wrote a single line on my trusty Mac. Writing the book took me about 7 weeks. The research about 2 years.

Not to the exclusion of doing other things, but it took about that long before I was ready to just sit down and write. You accumulate knowledge in your subconscious and then let it flow. Preparing to write a book is, sometimes, like studying the piano for 5 years to be able to play Chopin’s Minute Waltz in… 60 seconds. (Actually it takes just under 2 minutes; ‘minute’ stands for ‘small’, or ‘tiny’, but the sentiment is there).

Of course, most people won’t care how many years the pianist studied as long as he plays well. But some do. And when they find out they might, just might be in awe. Or they may decide to never, never attempt to write a book.



Miracles (#8)

(Cont. research for historical novel)


The Bible abounds in “miracles”. They are as much a daily occurrence as eating and sleeping. How come? Until the Shavuoth following the ascension of Christ into a reality where the apostles couldn’t follow, none of them could perform any miracles.

Again, how come?

When writing a historical novel one has to attempt to make it real by the standard of the prospective reader. How can a modern man, a writer, accept events, which seemingly deny the laws of nature?

I have two options. I can either write a book that would sound like a religious dissertation, or assume that magic of yesterday is the reality of tomorrow. Perhaps it is we who cannot understand, as yet, the laws of nature, as they really operate. Perhaps we did once, and lost it…?

Perhaps we have become too materialistic?

Below an excerpt from my book “Delusions”.


“[_ At the onset the last century, Sir Arthur Eddington, an British astrophysicist and philosopher of science, declared that, taking into account the distance between the nucleus and the orbiting electrons, atoms were mostly empty space. More precisely, he calculated that they were approximately 99.9999999999999% empty space.” _]


The Hindus claimed for thousands of years that our material world is an illusion. They called it Maya. Now science seems to confirm it. Miracles have a very different feel in the light of the above. Perhaps the apostles learned something the way many scientists claim when they say that he woke up with a new idea?



The Secret of Shavuoth (#9)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)


I think I’m beginning to get it. It seems that without the study of symbolism one is unlikely to uncover the secret discovered by the few, some 2000 years ago.

Going back to Is-Ra-El, I forgot to mention that Is, the feminine aspect, also stands for our subconscious, which is the sum-total of all the knowledge we have acquired over our individualized existence. That would account for billions of years.

We must remember that Is-ra-el is an androgynous concept. It applies in all its components to both men and women.

Now, perhaps the intense desire of the apostles, probably anchored in genetic memory of expecting the enlightenment associated with Shavouth, caused them to finally understand what Yeshûa had been trying to tell them for 3 full years. Was he telling his disciples that when you enter a state of mind wherein the conscious and the subconscious become unified (as in OBE or lucid dreaming), then you acquire powers that seem miraculous? We think nothing of performing miracles, in our dreams, outside the confines of time or space. Yet, when we wake up, we lose this capacity.

Well, at least for a while, the apostles didn’t. Apparently the Christ could invoke this mental state at will. Perhaps, one day, we all shall.


To achieve this end, however, we need a complete change of attitude, perhaps best explained in my Key to Immortality.



Can anyone perform Miracles? (#10)

(Cont. research for historical novel)


There are more things on heaven and earth, Horatio Than are dreamt in your philosophy.

Hamlet, Shakespeare, Act 1, scene 5.


Or could it be that we have the capacity to unify the two hemispheres of our brain? In my novel The Avatar Syndrome I discussed the possible consequences of such a union. The book is a novel, but, as usually, I’ve spent endless hours on trying to learn how our brain works.





This was getting intriguing. Did people in the past have abilities that were since lost?

Peter and Paul did not have my options on hand. It seems that they conquered the mystery by an effort of will, or of meditation – as eastern yogis are said to do. I’ve read of many cases of humans performing acts that defied physical limitations – yet, they have been confirmed by many unbiased witnesses. The problem is how to perform what we regard as miracles at will. How to create conditions which awaken within us our dormant, latent power.

And make no mistake about them. The latent powers are there, waiting to be rediscovered. As a species we are becoming more and more materialistic. Perhaps we ought to look back and see if there isn’t something we might learn from the past.

My job as a writer is to make this human potential real and believable to the readers of Peter and Paul, without using any modern terminologies that, obviously, didn’t exist in their time. And… to make the novel exciting.

I suppose you’ll just have to wait and see… (please, do!). But one thing I can promise you. You will get the answer to the quandary of miracles.




Let the Dead Bury the Dead (#11)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)


In the teaching imparted to Peter, the concept of death must have been quite different to that assumed by us. It seems that the dead were all who have not been, as yet, spiritually awakened. Yet there is no clear explanation what constitutes spiritual awakening.

Yet, it seems very apparent that something very fundamental must take place in our psyche.

We have two clues.

1. Let the dead bury their dead. (Luke 9:60)

2. Among them that are born of women there hath not risen a greater than John the Baptist: notwithstanding he that is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he. (Matthew 11:11)

It sounds as though John did not quite make it through the Pearly Gates. On the other hand, it seems that no matter what we do, or how good we are, this has nothing to do with entering the kingdom of heaven.

A mystery? Peter must have solved it in order to teach as he did. In my Beyond Religion series, I discuss Salvation and a number of subjects that weigh on the mysteries I must resolve for this book.

I must solve them by the time I write the novel! Mystery, suspense and magic? The science of yesteryear?



What happened to the Gnostics? (#12)

(Cont. research for Peter and Paul)


There are two ways to practice religion: through faiths or through knowledge. The inner knowledge is referred to as Gnosis. Faith is often regarded as a ‘gift’, as in ‘gift of faith’; knowledge requires effort. Lots of effort—as in this research for P and P.

It is my contention that Yeshûa was a Gnostic. His power and philosophy sprang from knowledge, not from an act of faith. Thus the Gnostic Gospels of Nag Hammadi (see my Key to Immortality ) must be closer to his teaching that the 4 gospels, written 100 years+ after his death, translated hundreds of times, rewritten by hand, and adapted to various predilections by various Christian churches. The matter is further discussed in the chapter Reviewing the Elements in my book Visualization–Creating your own Universe.




No matter.

While Bishop Irenaeus (2nd century AD) of Lugdunom (now Lion in France) had been canonized most probably for his infamous “Adversus Haereses”, (Against Heresies), might be forgiven in his day for attempting to destroy Gnosticism, we have no such excuse. The Gnostic Gospels survived in spite of his unholy onslaught on Yeshûa’s teaching, extended to this day by dubious ‘scholars’ of ‘established’ churches.

To put it differently, when you know something, it is easy to have faith in it; faith “greater than a grain of mustard seed.” (Luke 17:6). Indeed, you could move mountains…



Where did Yeshûa’s Gnosis come from? (#13)

(Cont. research for a historical novel: Peter & Paul)


Unfortunately for the so-called ‘believers’, unlike all the gods of the past (Krishna, Osiris, Zeus, Jupiter, et al.), Yeshûa was not born omniscient.

In Luke 2:52, the evangelist states that: “Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.” Surely such a process of amelioration is hardly necessary for a god.

In my novel Yeshûa – Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus, I attempted to show how Yeshûa, the apostles’ mentor, acquired his knowledge. It took him 18 years of hard work to prepare himself for his mission. Not many people, of whatever profession, are willing to spend such length of time to acquire their knowledge. In addition to external sources (books, teachers, universities), there are two principle sources from which we can draw information.

First, our subconscious, which supplies us with the knowledge acquired over, perhaps, millions of years of our physical or material existence.

And then there is the other source, which many tend to ignore. I’m talking about our unconscious. This latter source seems to give us access to ideas not previously experienced. Carl Jung’s archetypes of collective unconscious? We can but speculate.

But how can we access this Source? They say that few years of meditation (or contemplation) will show us. It took Yeshûa just eighteen short years. I suspect this is the Gnosis Yeshûa was trying to impart to his disciples. It couldn’t have been easy.



A Secret Place? (#14)

(Cont. research for Peter and Paul)


Peter asked Yeshûa, “Lord, where go you? Jesus answered him, Where I go, you can not follow me now; but you shall follow me afterwards.” (John 13:36)

The response Peter got implies that Yeshûa knew his destination, thus he must have visited it before. Likewise, it states that Peter will follow him, i.e. Yeshûa later. It suggests that Yeshûa was familiar with his impending destination. Where?

To quote Shakespeare, “that is the question”.

It seems to me that there is only one ‘place’ one can ‘go’ without physically leaving the earthly environs, and that is to go within. The travel takes place within your consciousness. There are ways.



Ye are gods? (#15)

(Cont. research for a Peter and Paul)


In Blog #10 I quoted the scriptures that, under certain circumstances, we have to power to “move mountains”. While the statement is probably symbolic, ‘mountains’ symbolizing raised states of consciousness (see Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism ), the statement assumes new meaning in the light of today’s knowledge of physics. Firstly, we already move mountains by ‘hands’, i.e. by our advanced machinery. The question is can we move them by the power of our minds – directly, without resorting to our heavy equipment? Modern physics state that matter surrounding us, indeed of which we are all composed, is… 99.999999999999% empty space (see discussion in Delusions – Pragmatic Realism). In the light of this fact, moving mountains is paramount to moving the lightest of feathers, indeed, a tiny spec of dust.

It seems that Yeshûa must have known of the illusory nature of the world we live in. But our faith, rather than the truth (which has been predicted to “set us free”) is much stranger. We know that the chair we sit on is virtually empty space, yet we believe it to be solid and thus it supports our (equally illusory) weight. Please note: all this is science, not religion. Pure 21st century science.




Atheists or Believers (#16)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)


By Gnostic standards, only those people are true atheists who have not succeeded, as yet, in performing acts with, or by, their states of consciousness. Whatever that might mean. It is a sort of, “Look, Ma, no hands.”

Yet this is, it seems to me, exactly what Yeshûa managed to convey to his followers. In those days, I assume, “to be born again”, (as the saying goes amongst some people today, like George W. Bush), did not consist of walking around singing Jeeeeeezus, or Looooord, but in discovering within us the infinity and the affinity of I AM. Apparently Yeshûa managed to plant the seed of immortality in his immediate followers (see Key to Immortality). It’s amazing what you can do if you consider yourself to be closely related to Mary Poppins.

BTW, I hate preachy books. Can anyone tell me how to write this novel without being preachy?






A Historical Novel or Murder/Suspense Story? (#17)

(Cont. research for a historical novel: Peter & Paul)


Could there have been a high-level plot to destroy all early followers of Yeshûa’s teaching? Particularly the apostles? If the answer is yes, then my historical novel might turn out to be a historical murder/thriller novel.

It was a question of business—of economics.

One gold talent was worth approximately 27 silver talents. At 3000 shekels per talent, that’s a lot of tithes (see Tithing, essay #39, in Beyond Religion vol. II).

Who would get the new tithes? How much would the Sanhedrin lose? We know how today’s politicians react to any diminution of their income. IRS is on your doorstep in no time at all. The Great Sanhedrin of Israel consisted of 71 members—that’s a lot of people to support. And then there were the priesthood. A whole tribe of them. Add to it all the other assemblies (each town had one) and you need a tax base. With the new Christian sect siphoning off people, the Christians couldn’t have been popular with the ruling classes. Somebody, somehow, had to protect the status quo. What best way is there than to get rid of them altogether. Dead men don’t pay taxes, but they provide a good example. Isn’t this what all the established oligarchies did do in those days? Or later days. Now?


A Christian What? (#18)

(Cont. research for historical novel: Peter & Paul)

In the beginning of the new era, the Christians were just another Jewish sect. The others were the Pharisees, Sadducees, Essenes, Zealots, and many we probably never heard of. By the end of the first century, “thirty sects of Christians might be reckoned in Asia Minor, in Syria, in Alexandria, and even in Rome” (_][_Beyond Religion vol. I, The Carrot and the Stick, essay # 28).

Peter had to find a way to establish his, or Yeshûa’s, followers as a recognized entity, which followed a similar set of rules, or at least the same teaching. With others competing for the hearts and minds of people around, it couldn’t have been easy.

And the teaching of Yeshûa was characterized by the Master’s often-repeated phrase: “Why do you not understand my speech?” (John 8:43). There is a touch of mystery there; perhaps even irony?

Do we understand the teaching today? Yet Peter had to. He was the ‘Rock’. What could have it been that was so incomprehensible even to his chosen few?

And what Paul? (#19)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)

Paul never met Yeshûa. He taught what he thought Yeshûa may have taught. Rather like the priests, padres and preachers of today, not to mention TV evangelists.

Researching the Nag Hammadi Library, it seems to me that Yeshûa imparted secret knowledge to his immediate entourage only. Perhaps only the apostles. Thus Paul’s knowledge was secondhand. Paul may have had his visions and inspired revelations, but not direct knowledge or gnosis.

There is, it seems, no substitute for the real thing. I wonder how I can convey this fact to my readers without diminishing his, i.e. Paul’s, contribution of the spreading of the ‘faith’. No matter how wrong he may have been. (see: Key to Immortality).

Paul’s Visions (#20)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)

Below a quote from my book Visualization—Creating your Own Universe.

All visions are subjective. Subjective religious visions are called Revelations. Subjective non-religious visions (unless held by famous people) are often referred to as hallucinations. Hallucinations can be subdivided into artistic, political, social, idealistic, and a whole array of inspired non-religious fantasies, delusions or insights.”

The problem is: Who is to decide which is which?

If I am right in my analyses, what should we think about Paul’s contribution to Christianity? Would he and Peter invariably agree?

Or could there have been a profound schism in their thinking? Historical novels are not as simple as I thought they would be. Not if one is to deliver the truth… as best one can.

And yet… did not Yeshûa’s gnosis come from within?

Historical novels are not only difficult to write, they are fascinating to research!



Apostles and Demons? (#21)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)


Not everyone realizes that the story of Peter and Paul is also, if not essentially, a powerful murder story. We know that eight of the twelve apostles have been murdered in vile, horrifying ways; echoes of the popular ‘thriller’ Angels and Demons.

At the beginning of the modern era, just following Anno Domini 1, things were tough.

A small group of people dared to stand up to the powers that be, against the mighty Rome, the Jewish oligarchy, against various factions, both secular and religious, which wanted to maintain status quo. There was no freedom of religion in those days. Remember Socrates some 400 years earlier? (I touch on the subject in Alexander – Alexander Trilogy Book II). He dared to think for himself and was forced to drink hemlock. Not much has changed in the Middle East since his day. Now that you mention it, in some mid-eastern countries, not much has change to this day. Could that be karmic justice?






It is time to start… (#22)


The time comes to start writing. Not that I have all the answers, but I think I exposed most of the questions; at least enough of them to start the story.

I may or may not continue with the research, although I usually do while I write. Below a short sample how the story could (but not necessarily will) start.







“I miss fishing,” he said out loud to no one in particular, his mind drifting back, far, far back to a different life, a different reality. His eyes wandered aimlessly, reaching beyond today, beyond the immediate, a wistful smile barely widening his mouth.

“I miss fishing,” he repeated, seemingly to himself.

They were all gathered, still together, in Bethany, were the Master had left them. Only one week ago. He didn’t say goodbye. No, not goodbye, just so long. In fact He’d said that He’d never leave them. Never.

It didn’t feel like it.

“I miss fishing,” Shimon said, once again, his tone filled with longing. It was beginning to sound like a far-eastern mantra the Master once told him about.

Then he sighed deeply. He always sighed when he thought of the Mount of Olives. That is where he escaped into memories of way-back-when. When he’d first met the Yeshûa. Then he relaxed and allowed his mind to retreat even further back. Back to when he’d cast nets in the Lake Gennesareth. The Lake of his childhood.

“I’ll make you fisher of men,” He’d said.

Only He didn’t. And now, He’d left. And I am still here. Alone. Quite alone. Why do they look up to me? I am nobody. I’m ignorant. I know nothing. I am a fisherman. A fisherman of fish, in my lake.

His eyes reached far from shore, fishing for memories.


(to be continued)



The Dark Days, cont. (#23)


(Continued research for Peter & Paul).


I am trying to visualize how a simple fisherman from a village in the middle of nowhere, who’d since proven a man of relatively weak character, perhaps even with a yellow streak, would handle himself when tremendous responsibility has been thrust upon his shoulders. Surely, he’d take time to adjust… For a while, I suspect, he’d escape into his memories of innocence and youths.



Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


Shimon used to enjoy over-night fishing the most. Heaving off with the last rays of the sun dying over Mount Tabor, just missing the peek on the south side. Even from the shore the view was breathtaking. From the shore of Bethsaida—the Place of Nets; little more than a village. Soon after they cast of, they’d watch the night fires beginning to twinkle, afar, long, long ago, before Tiberias grew into a city.

He missed the western breeze carrying them to the middle of the Lake on a broad reach. Just a small sail, knit by his mother and sisters, was enough. They were in no hurry. They had all night. They didn’t have far to go.

His friends, in their prouder moments, liked to call it the Sea of Galilee. It sounded more important. Some sea—from every place on its near-lustrous surface you could see the shore, and not very distant, at that. But it was their lake. Theirs for generations. Sweet water where his father, and his father before him, fished for fresh-water fish.

He was a fisherman then. Carefree.

And then He came. Quiet, unimposing. Just his eyes. There was heaven in those eyes. Infinity? Andrew had seen him first. You couldn’t escape those eyes…


Shimon, He called him, long before He’d changed his name to Kepha. All too soon the Romans began to refer to him as Petrus taking their translation from pietra. The Greeks would give him their own version, naming his Petros, from their own rock or petra. Later, much later, some Gentiles coming from afar would call him Peter. Wherever he’d go, people would give him names of their own. Yes, he sensed the future and he was afraid.

Yet it all happened in just three short years. Just three…

When did He first call me Kepha?

What? Shimon, you must eat!”

Andrew proffered a wooden bowl of steaming soup.

Later? It all happened in just a few years. Just a few…

He didn’t feel like a rock. He felt weak, fragile, inadequate, scared… like that night on the boat when…

Shimon?” the sound of his name reached him from afar—perhaps the other shore? He ignored whoever tried to invade his memories. It was good to remember, even knowing what followed. After all, He did come back. He was real…

Shimon?” this time the voice was louder.

It must have been Andrew with something of no importance. It could wait. Back then he was happy. So happy. No decisions, few responsibilities… His mind drifted back, again, far, far back…

Shimon, you haven’t eaten for three days…”

(to be continued)



The Dark Days, cont. (#24)

(Cont. research for Peter & Paul)


It is hard to imagine how a group of men who never faced any challenges other than keeping “body and soul” together, were suddenly thrust into an existence well beyond their means to comprehend. I repeat, those early followers of Yeshûa were simple, (with one exception) uneducated men, who must have felt completely out of their depth.


Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


Andrew was worried about his elder brother. He’d aged, fast, during just these last few years. Already his short trimmed beard was showing signs of gray hair. Andrew suspected that since the Master’s departure Shimon felt great weight pressing him down to earth. Literally, down to earth. Perhaps he was trying to reconcile heaven and earth into a single entity, like two sides of a single coin. Perhaps it was all the decisions he had to make. Everyone wanted his opinion, his advise.

I’m a simple fisherman, Andrew heard him say. Many a time. A simple fisherman…

But no one believed him. He really had to be Kepha, a rock; strong; unbending; not to cave in under all the expectations.

Shimon looked up for an instant. The next moment his eyes lost focus and drifted back, to the world of his own. Then, a gentle smile broadened his mouth. Andrew wondered if his brother would ever share his daydreams with him.

The wind was rising…

Just sitting there, amidships, on the rough-hewn board spanning from side to side, his two friends stretching abaft. A gentle sway of the dying wind… then silence, darkness, the sky punctured only by the stars of Yahweh. We cast our nets and waited, he recalled, catching a few hours of sleep.

“Not I. I’d sit silent, listening to the stars,” he murmured, hardly aware of Andrew’s presence. And then he repeated softly, “I miss fishing.”

I miss fishing… It really did sound like a mantra.

The waters rose with restrained anger and instantly he began drowning. Have faith, He said. Have faith. Trust me. The power lies within you.

Yeshûa was standing, seemingly on the water. He watched the Master walk towards him hardly touching the waves. Almost floating.

Come to me,” Yeshûa tempted, his voice relaxed, encouraging him with a smile. “Don’t be afraid…”


(to be continued)






The Dark Days, cont. (#25)


It seems evident that Andrew, Peter’s younger brother would have to take over the role of Peter’s protector. Peter, or Shimon as he was then known, was trying to find his footing in the role of a leader of… of a bunch of men with an absurd, revolutionary idea, left them by Yeshûa.



Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


“Shimon!” This time Andrew’s voice was more insistent. It no longer sounded like the Master. Andrew didn’t like Shimon drifting off, so often lately, when there were decisions to be made. As the younger brother he felt the need to look after Shimon. Funny how roles change. Until the Master left them, Shimon was the one who looked after all of them.

“He hasn’t left us,” Shimon murmured. “He’s still within us.”

“What’s that?”

Andrew looked concerned. He was really worried about his brother since He’d left. Since He’d left them alone. It seems, Shimon missed Him the most. Still, they had to cope. And Shimon had a lot on his mind. The Master had left his brother in charge.

Shimon was really not himself, lately. Not since the Master’s departure or even before. He seems to have lost all confidence ever since that night he’d spent on the courtyard. Even now he seemed to grow weak and agitated each time some cockerel sang; even during his sleep.

Actually it’s been a while. Apart from Andrew, the others didn’t really know what had happened. Shimon had no inclination to tell them. Three times… three times the cockerel sang. Three times…

“Never mind.”

Shimon was tired of explaining it to his friends. He blinked a few times to shake off the images of Gennesareth. For a while they wouldn’t let go. Then he thought of the others, and the boat dissolved in the water. The others wouldn’t understand. They’d spend just as many years with the Master as he had, yet they didn’t seem to understand his teaching at all. “Why can’t they understand my words?” He’d asked them, many a time. Ah, yes, many a time. Why can’t they understand my words?

To understand that none of this is real?

My kingdom is not of this world…

Andrew drew back from his brother recognizing the signs when Shimon was in a morose mood.

“I suppose Stephen arrived?” Simon asked without looking up.

“Not yet, Shimon. We expect him shortly.”

Andrew just didn’t have the heart to tell Shimon that Stephen had been murdered. Stoned to death. In the days that followed the Believers have scattered throughout Samaria, yet preaching the Word as they went.


(to be continued)



The Dark Days, cont. (#26)


Continued research for my next historical novel: Peter and Paul.


Undoubtedly the conditions in which the early followers of Yeshûa lived must have been considerably more barbaric than we are used to today. While Rome was spreading its victorious legions across the Middle East, at local level riffraff must have held their own. Also, the Pharisees and the henchmen of the priests were a constant threat. Under such conditions implementation of Yeshûa’s teaching had to present a virtually impossible challenge.



Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


“You could never be sure, these days. The roads, such as they were, seemed the favorite haunt of the bandits in search of easy money,” Shimon murmured. He ought to know. He’d been beaten up, twice, by total strangers.

Love thy enemies…

Again Shimon’s lips widened in a wistful smile. His thought seemed almost like a joke; a joke that was painful and not at all funny. Yet, Yeshûa’d insisted.

“I’m sorry, I though he’d already arrived,” Shimon replied, another sigh escaping his parched lips. He still had time. Andrew would look after things. Shimon didn’t want to treat his brother badly, nor to ignore him. He loved his younger brother. And, after all, it had been Andrew who recognized the Master first. Back then, at the shores of Gennesareth. Before anyone even began to suspect who Yeshûa was.

Ah, yes. Back then, by the Lake. But now it was time for Shimon’s daily walk. The time he hated but promised himself to do no matter what.


(to be continued)



The Dark Days, continued (#27)


Continued research for my next historical novel: Peter and Paul.


While the challenges facing all the apostles, particularly whose of Peter, were extraordinary, life had to go on. Nevertheless, to reconcile the Teaching with everyday life was more than, at the time, than Peter could handle. His effort must have been directed at staying reasonably sane…



Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


He made a point of going out, every day, alone, even if just for an hour or so. He hated this commitment to himself, but knew that if he didn’t he’d crawl into a hole and pull the lid over him. He was afraid. He couldn’t even define of what he was afraid of. Not precisely. Perhaps just of not being able to conquer his fear. He almost smiled at the thought. Could it have be that simple?

Yeshûa was never afraid. He walked into crowds, hordes of total strangers, often showing signs of anything but friendly disposition. Yet, He was never afraid. How did He do it, Peter asked himself many a time. How on earth did his do it?

“It’s not real, Shimon,” He’d said. “None of it is real,” He’d often repeated, a mysterious smile lighting up His face, his sky-blue eyes piecing Shimon’s to his soul.

It’s not real…

He was always like that. Nothing seemed to matter much. Not really. Except loving one another. How on earth can one love a total stranger?

It was real to Peter. It was real and, most of the time, scary. That was why Peter went out every day. Since He’d gone, Peter had to conquer his reticence of meeting other people. Especially meeting strangers. His band of men went out to preach, daily, but not he. They understood. He was in charge. He had to hold the fort. Fort? What fort. A mud hut just big enough to hold a dozen people. Yet he did go out. Once a day. He’d never met anyone who’d given him a glad eye. Not since he’d left Bethsaida. His home. His lake. His family. Now?

Even surrounded by ten of his best friends he felt alone.


He looked left and right, and breathed easier. The street was empty. Yesterday he turned left; today he’d go right, wherever it led him. He promised himself that he’d stop stealing glances over his shoulder. At least for twenty paces at a time. It wasn’t easy.

He imagined that He was walking with him—that made him feel better. Much better. If he really concentrated he almost heard His steps—right there, besides him.

“I’m always with you,” He’d once said. Seems like so long ago. Just a few days had past since He left them.

I am always with you…

This time Peter was sure he’d heard His voice. He nearly spun on his heal to see His face. Then he remembered the twenty steps. Six remained. He smiled to his own thoughts. If only, he thought. If only my faith were stronger.


(to be continued) 439



The Dark Days, conclusion (#28)


And then, of course, there was the tradition of completely distorted Hebraic or Mosaic teaching, which not only the sacerdotal classes but the man of the street practiced. While Yeshûa’s teaching was intended to change all that, in those early days only the “believers” made an effort to love one’s neighbour, let alone one’s enemy. As for defenseless women, they didn’t seem to matter at all.



Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


It was a quiet late afternoon, hardly a breeze in the air. He was crossing the square, keeping close to the wall to take advantage of the shade. Half-dozen children were playing hide and seek, in the side street, using the merchants’ carts as hiding places. Nothing much happened. It was too hot for adults to take even a leisurely stroll along the dusty streets. And then they came.

Instinctively, Peter backed up into the penumbra of a doorway. Two men were dragging a woman, perhaps no more than twenty years old, by both arms. Five other men followed, grim smiles on their faces. Her bare feet were rubbing against the hard-beaten sand. Must have been sore, skinless, by now. It wouldn’t be long now.

Two of the men tied her arms, then legs, then pushed her against the stone wall, which was already splattered with blood from previous occasions. The other men watched, their smiles getting wider. Then one of the men picked up a stone and threw it at her. He didn’t have a good aim—it missed her by a handbreadth. She didn’t utter a sound. Resignation? The other men were better. Perhaps they had more practice? By the tenth stone she lay crumpled, unconscious—by twentieth, probably dead. Nobody cared. The men wiped their hands on their coats and walked away. No one even stayed behind to bury her body. She was left there as an example.

The children played on.

He would have forgiven her, whatever the transgression. The body doesn’t sin, He’d said, only the mind. Or, He would have stopped the men from doing anything. He had that power.

And I just stand here, cowering, Peter thought. A deep, tearing, silent sob heaved his chest. Oh Master, please give me strength. Give me courage. You called me a Rock, yet my heart is like putty.

Yeshûa was never afraid. Never. It was as though He was immortal. It was as if he could never die. And yet…

It all seems so very short time ago.



Sanhedrin, (Peter and Paul) cont. (#28 )


In addition to the vicissitudes of everyday challenges of survival, the Sanhedrin (meaning ‘Sitting Together’) was the chief opposition of the apostles’ activities. Perhaps it was a question of control, thus power, but more likely the prospect of loosing tithes. After all, the Temple had to be maintained, and the priesthood didn’t produce any marketable products. A little like the churches of today.




CHAPTER TWO Sanhedrin [(*]excerpt[)*]

(draft, continued)

The Dark Days, conclusion (#29)


And then, of course, there was the tradition of completely distorted Hebraic or Mosaic teaching, which not only the sacerdotal classes but the man of the street practiced. While Yeshûa’s teaching was intended to change all that, in those early days only the “believers” made an effort to love one’s neighbour, let alone one’s enemy. As for defenseless women, they didn’t seem to matter at all.



Chapter ONE (draft, continued)

The Dark Days (excerpt[*)*]


It was a quiet late afternoon, hardly a breeze in the air. He was crossing the square, keeping close to the wall to take advantage of the shade. Half-dozen children were playing hide and seek, in the side street, using the merchants’ carts as hiding places. Nothing much happened. It was too hot for adults to take even a leisurely stroll along the dusty streets. And then they came.

Instinctively, Peter backed up into the penumbra of a doorway. Two men were dragging a woman, perhaps no more than twenty years old, by both arms. Five other men followed, grim smiles on their faces. Her bare feet were rubbing against the hard-beaten sand. Must have been sore, skinless, by now. It wouldn’t be long now.

Two of the men tied her arms, then legs, then pushed her against the stone wall, which was already splattered with blood from previous occasions. The other men watched, their smiles getting wider. Then one of the men picked up a stone and threw it at her. He didn’t have a good aim—it missed her by a handbreadth. She didn’t utter a sound. Resignation? The other men were better. Perhaps they had more practice? By the tenth stone she lay crumpled, unconscious—by twentieth, probably dead. Nobody cared. The men wiped their hands on their coats and walked away. No one even stayed behind to bury her body. She was left there as an example.

The children played on.

He would have forgiven her, whatever the transgression. The body doesn’t sin, He’d said, only the mind. Or, He would have stopped the men from doing anything. He had that power.

And I just stand here, cowering, Peter thought. A deep, tearing, silent sob heaved his chest. Oh Master, please give me strength. Give me courage. You called me a Rock, yet my heart is like clay.

Yeshûa was never afraid. Never. It was as though He was immortal. It was as if he could never die. And yet…

It all seems so very short time ago.



Chapter 2—Sanhedrin (#29)

(draft, excerpt, Continued research)


Etymologically, Sanhedrin is a late Hebrew representation of the Greek word synedrion, meaning ‘sitting together’. In several aspects is it similar to the U.S. Senate, including the semi-circle seating of the senators. It resembles both the U.S. Senate and the Supreme Court. It represented the legislative body in Judea during the Roman period. Who knows what shenanigans go on in the “back-benches” of the U.S. Senate?

PS. This is the last commentary. Henceforth I’ll let you enjoy the novel in peace.



You could tell how important they were by the grayness of their beards—never cut, cultivated as though adding legitimacy to the tasks they performed. Their job was but one: to maintain status quo. To maintain tradition they’ve built up over the years, ever since Moses led them to the Promised Land. An ancient, proud assembly.

They sat in a semicircle, mostly straight, some with a pronounced stoop as the hair got grayer. There was no perceptible expression on their faces. It was as if they were frozen in time, perhaps ready to be reawakened when the time was ripe.

They where the Sanhedrin. The wisest of the wise.

The Sanhedrin met in the Lishkat Ha-Gazith, known to the Greeks and other gentiles as the Hall of Hewn Stones. The vast chamber was built into the north wall of the Temple Mount. Half of the hall was inside the sanctuary, the other half projected outside. Access to the chamber was both from outside courtyard of the gentiles and from the Temple. As its location suggested, the Sanhedrin dealt with civil and sacred matters alike.

Usually twenty-three elders met to deal with everyday affairs. On such occasions, behind the columns there was ample space for the members stretch their stiff bones, before resuming their deliberations. On special occasions, to deal with matters of particular importance the Great Sanhedrin would swell to seventy-one members.

When the session called for full complement of sages, they often spilled down the broad steps onto the courtyard to discuss matters, before resuming their seats for the vote.

At the head of the Council, exactly in the geometric centre of the semicircle, sat the President, or Nasi, with the Chancellor, Av beis din, sitting on his right hand. When in session, the other sixty-nine general members took their place on either side, embracing the inner space with two long, curved arms. The number seventy-one precluded the possibility of a tie in their judgment. Usually one of guilty. The innocent had no reason for being here.

The members of the Sanhedrin were not elected. Anyone proving superior scholarship of Jewish Law could displace any current member of the assembly. The Greeks found it a strangely democratic notion.


No one, not one sane man or woman would want to stand facing the semicircle of judges. Only one Man dared, and He is dead now. No matter, the Sanhedrin continued to sit together. Their eyes were cool, indifferent, without feeling. The Law was supreme—or their interpretation of it. The Law descending directly from Yahweh. Neither love nor mercy entered into their deliberations. Just justice. The old, traditional, heartless, absolute justice.

(to be continued)




Chapter 2

Sanhedrin (#30, draft, excerpt cont.)




Judge not that ye might not be judged…

Shimon was regarding the assembly from the courtyard of the gentiles, a misnomer, as usually only Jews could get access to it. He recalled the Master exchanging words with the sages not so long ago. They had been stunned by his knowledge of the Law. Have the Essences instilled such proficiency? He never said. He just knew. Perhaps the knowledge always resided within him?

Yet, He too has been found guilty.

On the way here Shimon played with the idea of challenging the Sanhedrin declaration that the believers were not true Jews. That they didn’t conform to the Hebrew Law. He approached the Council through the southern gate, keeping close to the sides of the pillared court, taking advantage of the shade offered by the red-roofed Royal Stoa.

He walked slowly, alone, unwilling to expose his brethren to the wrath of the Council. He’d spent the night in prayer, asking for the courage to intercede for the believers. No matter what.

Only he didn’t make it. His knees gave way as he slid down, his back against the column, his legs trembling, refusing to support his gaunt body.

Master, willst thou not help me?


Silence reverberated across the courtyard. It surrounded him and pushed him against the stone floor. He could actually hear the stillness. Intense absence of sound. An emptiness. Like in his heart.

Master, willst thou not help me?

Not yet…

Not yet?


The sounds he heard were not from outside. They were born inside his head. Or was it just vein hope? He knew that help was coming. It had to be soon. Shavu’ot. It had to be that. All his brethren were waiting for Shavu’ot to come. They were counting the days. They were holding their breath.

Shavu’ot. The day of hope. Of redemption.

Of help.

Sitting, his back against the column, Shimon shrugged. What could one man do against seventy-one? Even the Master couldn’t convince them of his righteousness. They, the judges, were set in their ways. A thousand years of tradition was on their side.

Recently they were loosing more brethren. After Stephen was murdered, stoned to death, two other believers died in similar way. Seemingly in an act of robbery but Simon and his friends know better. You cannot be robbed when you have no possessions on you. No money, no silver, no gold. Not a single shekel. All their wealth was only in their heart. Yet they died.

The believers, still but few of them, were all leaving Jerusalem. Too close to the power of the Sanhedrin. Who knew what went on in their midst?


The Sanhedrin was in full session. They got through the usual complains about abuses against the Jews by the Romans about which they could do nothing about, and got down to the more pressing matters.

There were many sects springing in Judea, and even right here, in Jerusalem. They had to be dealt with. They knew what to expect from the established Pharisees, most of them were Pharisees themselves, but there were the, often difficult to deal with, Sadducees. Also the Essenes kept insisting to be heard with their prophetic bias, and the Zealots were raising their rebellious heads. Zealotry was mostly political, but its members were practically terrorists, inciting people to rise against the Roman occupation. Didn’t they realize how powerful Rome was? Didn’t Jerusalem suffer enough strife and mayhem in recent years?

And then there were the followers of Yeshûa. They were the most enigmatic, refusing to be categorized in any recognizable fashion. Yet, the council felt instinctively, they were the most dangerous. They were the most likely to upset the established ways. The ways dating back to Moses himself.

Their ways. Their power.


(to be continued)



Chapter 2

Sanhedrin (#31 draft, excerpt, cont.)




Nasi, the President, raised his hand. He had to do it three more times before the assembly came to order. He motioned the Chancellor to rise and present the remaining Order of the Day to the Assembly.

Most listened.

But the moment the Chancellor sat down, at the two extremities of the semi-circles whispers resumed with rising ferocity.

“You can’t leave it to the old man.”

“You’re right, he’s much too gentle.”

“Not here, let’s go ouside…”

“And if we let them continue with their preaching, people will begin to listen. They can be pretty convincing,” the younger Pharisee said, stroking his beard. He was an expert in Law, though his beard didn’t show any signs of gray. He looked more like a successful merchant, which he also was, then a member of the Sanhedrin.

“My men got rid of three of them. But it’s not easy. They cannot connect their actions with us…”

“Of course not.” His interlocutor leaned closer his colleague and lowered his voice. “I got the fellow who got Yehuda to sing for thirty shekels.”


“Judas Iscariot, you’ve heard of him?”

“Ah, yes… he’s pretty famous now…” the councilor confirmed sarcastically. He really meant ‘infamous’, although he’d served their purpose.

“Anyway, the man I have in mind is a truly low-life character. He can do a lot of harm to them, but he’s now asking for fifty.”

“Fifty?! For what?”

“For getting, ah… to get rid of three more. Maybe four, if I press him hard enough.”

“Couldn’t you threaten to expose him, to, ah… to us?”

“What, and let him recognize me?”

“Hmmm. It’s never easy, is it…” His hand reached up to stroke his lengthy beard. “I’ll see if I can get you twenty five.”

“Fifty. I did the Yehuda thing all on my own.”

The younger councilor gave him a dirty look. After a short while, he replied. “Fifty it is.” And began turning away to put some distance between himself and his interlocutor. It didn’t pay to be seen talking to men who did the necessary but dirty work.

“In advance,” he heard behind his back.

He nodded without slowing his pace.


During the session of the Sanhedrin men moved around a lot, exchanging opinions, arguing, before taking the vote. Three other exchanges similar to the one above took place concurrently on the other side of the steps. Similar deals have been made. There was an atmosphere of success in the air. The dozen murders wouldn’t put a stop to the Yeshûa followers’ ramblings, but it would scare them out of Jerusalem. No one wanted troublemakers on their own doorstep. Romans were problems enough.

(to be continued)



Chapter 2 (conclusion)

Sanhedrin (#32) draft, excerpt, cont.


Next installment of P & P


Shimon raised himself slowly to his feet. Then he sank back again. Another day, another failure. His chest heaved in protracted, silent sob. More like a whimper, really. He was who he was, no matter what Yeshûa had called him.

Why won’t you help me?

He got to his feet again and slowly made his way home. It was a long walk to the mud-brick hovel he and his band of men called. His mind drifted to that day, that Thursday, when Yeshûa was betrayed by Yehudi.

That whole period immediately preceding Yeshûa’s arrest, judgment and even the Crucifixion was heavily mixed in Shimon’s head. Perhaps it was necessary to protect his sanity. Too many things happened too quickly. He, whom Shimon considered invincible, suddenly allowed the lower forces to sweep Him in their current. None of this made sense. At least not then, not at the time. And even when He returned for those few days, forty short days during which he saw Him only a few times, did little to alleviate the painful longing he felt for his Master.

Yet now, but a few day before He left them again, the echoes of judgment returned to him with a force of a tornado. The court of the gentiles filled to the brim. No, not by the gentiles. By Jews. By Jews all waiting for the Sanhedrin to pass their judgment.

He saw bunch of old men, old tired men and their aspiring assistants who accomplished little in their lives, pass judgment over a man in the prime of his life, who taught, unflinchingly, the philosophy of love. A man, who’d never hurt a fly. One man against seventy-one. One man, His hands tided behind his back. And they dared to pass judgment?

In the name of what. Tradition?

Even Pontius Pilate absolved Him. Gave Him his dispensation from any wrongdoing. But not they. They demanded His blood.

Yes. This was a true Sanhedrin trial. The trial of death.

Shimon blinked as he saw, again, the image of Yeshûa standing relaxed, almost nonchalant, if perhaps with just a trace of compassion for those who judged Him.

None of this is real…

“None of this is real, Kepha. Do not be afraid.” The words lingered in his ears, his mind, his heart.

None of this is real? Then why can’t I, Shimon, go and face the judges and declare the Truth taught by you, Master?

Thursday night and then again on Friday morning. Once wasn’t enough. Not to sate their pride, to fill their cups with bitterness that would follow their lives to the end.

“We demand his death. He claims to be the King of Jews. In the name of Rome, you cannot allow this!”

They cried and the masses, the dumb, ignorant masses picking up the chant. Death… death… death…

Fools. His kingdom is not of this world.



Shimon shook his head. The images were becoming too real. It was as if he was about to face the same horrors once again. He quickened his pace. He hardly noticed that he left the Sanhedrin far behind.

Let the dead bury the dead, he whispered through clenched teeth.

It was getting dark. More dangerous. Not from the priests or the corrupt sages; not from the members of the council, but from ordinary, honest riffraff, who couldn’t make the ends meet. Yet, at the same time he knew that nothing would happen to him. Not now. Not yet. There were things he had to do first. Only… only he needed courage. And in that very moment, for the first time since Yeshûa had let, he felt, he knew, that that too would come. Soon.

He didn’t even know how very soon.


(Chapter 3 will follow)




CHAPTER 3, Sheol

The Day Before, P & P

(#33, draft, excerpt cont.)


Fifty days. Fifty day sustained by faith, slowly waning. Yes, he came to see them on the third day, though it wasn’t really He. It was Yeshûa as He’d said He was. It was Yeshûa that seemed to walk through walls. We have been gathered in a small room, scared, all doors tightly shut, locked, and then, without a warning, He was with us. The next moment He was gone. Or it felt as though it was the next moment. When He came, time seemed to have stopped.

The women saw him to. Mary Magdalene and others. In fact, they saw Him first. Imagine…

“He was with us, He really was,” John assured the doubters. “For an instant of eternity, He was with us,” and then his eyes filled with tears. “He really was…” he seemed to beg for confirmation, looking at Shimon.

John truly loved Yeshûa. We all did, but John was special to Him.

“We all were,” John cut in, evidently reading Shimon’s thoughts. Or it could have been the expression on Shimon’s face. They all missed Him badly.

And then Didymus came. Later they called him the Doubting Thomas.

Put your finger here… put your hand into my side…

You all know the story. Thomas believed as we all did. Yeshûa was real. Real and yet…

Perhaps He was more than real?

After all He did say He’d never leave us.

I’ll never leave you…

Those words still reverberated in their ears.

In a way, He still was with them in their thoughts, their minds, their hearts… He filled every moment of their waken day; often their dreams. Only it was so hard, so very hard to accept it with one’s emotions. They all missed His presence. His physical, presence. The sound of His voice, the look in his eyes. The touch of his hand.

Still… He did come back, if only for a while.

And now, or soon, His spirit would descent on them. So it was from the time of Moses, so it will remain. Fifty days after departure from Egypt Moses brought the tablets from Mount Siam, and now, fifty days after Yeshûa was murdered He’d send His spirit to them.

It had to be thus. It had to be. Or we’d all die of sorrow.

It had to be thus.


For the Sadducees, Shavuoth always fell on Yom Ree-Shon, on Sunday, the day after Yom Sha-Bat. The Pharisees celebrated it on various days of the week. They were always different. Superior? They thought so…

The Believers, as most people in Judea, followed the same tradition as the Sadducees. They chose to celebrate this day on Yom Ree-Shon. Jews came to Jerusalem from farthest corners of Judea, Idumea, Perea, Samaria, and even Galilee and Decapolis—though the journey was hard for many. People would travel for days, on foot, carrying their food, to be at the Temple on the Feast of Shavuoth. It was a national celebration of their glorious past; of the evidence that Yahweh was their One God, One Protector. That Yahweh was that which unified them all.

For Shimon’s friends, all ten of them, the last few days felt like living in the antechamber to Sheol. More brothers have disappeared, without any explanation, seemingly without a justifiable reason. They were not even active proselytes—hardly ready to take on new responsibilities of the New Teaching yet, it seems, that the powers of Sheol were mobilizing against them.

Sheol—the abode of the dead.

Sheol—where the dead buried the dead, never allowed them to come alive again. So the Master had said. Or at least He warned against the dangers. But some didn’t listen. Some didn’t believe that none of this world is real. Not even Shimon, though he’d never admit it.

Shimon the Rock. Kepha, would never admit it. But he tried to believe. He tried hard.


(to be continued)



Chapter 3,

Sheol—The Day Before, (#34, draft, excerpt cont.)

(Next installment of P & P)


There was only one hope. Tomorrow. Hope always lies in the future. The present is not acceptable. It is fraught with danger. If the present continues, Master’s teaching would fall on deaf ears. On the ears of the dead.

We must all wait another day, or really, another night.

Tomorrow the count will be over. The fiftieth day. Since the beginning of time, since the day Yahweh promised Moses that forty-nine days after they left Egypt they would be given the Law to live by, the Jews expected new revelation. Since those early days, generations have counted the days from the Feast of Passover, hoping for New Revelation. Tomorrow it will be over. The light will come upon them. The light of Torah.

And even as thousands gravitated towards the Temple, so did the one hundred and twenty believers, intermingling with others. In the midst of them, moving with the crowd, advanced the disciples led by Shimon, followed closely by his brother Andrew, who never allowed Shimon to stray too far. He really felt protective about Shimon, particularly since Yeshûa’s death. Shimon just wasn’t the same any more.

Andrew also kept his eye on James, son of Zabedee, who became known as James the Greater. He was much taller than the average Galilean, towering over the crowd surrounding him. Andrew repeatedly motioned him to keep his head down, only to receive a broad, ear-to-ear grin in response. James never accepted that anyone could possibly wish him any harm.

A few steps behind them came Jude also known as Thaddeus, who tried hard to restrain Simon the Zealot. Simon would rather fight the Pharisees then convert them to the New Teaching. When, on that fateful Yom Hah-Mee-Shee, that Thursday, after what became their last meal together, Yeshûa led them to the Garden of Gethsemane, Simon tried to cut Malchus’s other ear. He would have succeeded if it hadn’t been for Thaddeus restrained him. Even Shimon had to be restrained by the Master himself from attacking not so much the Roman soldiers, but the treacherous servant of the High Priest.

Thaddeus has been looking out for the young, explosive Simon ever since.

Approaching from another direction so as not to attract attention came John, brother of James, thus also son of Zebedee and Salome. He led Philip and Bartholomew, and Matthew, and Didymus, yes, the Doubting Thomas.

Finally, as the self-appointed rear guard came James the Less, also known as the Just. He darted here and there, making sure that no savory character, such as the High Priest’s spies, would get near any of his friends.

They all walked slowly, mixed in with the crowd, so as not to be indentified. They all knew that danger was lurking, but the spies of the Pharasees couldn’t spot them in the darkening day. They all, the masses, looked pretty much the same. Just simple people. Simple, ordinary folks.


(to be continued)




Chapter 3,

Sheol—The Day Before, (#35, draft, excerpt cont.)

Next installment…


Soon after sunset, more than a hundred believers, mixed with some three thousand travelers—tired, disheveled—converged on the Temple courtyard. As many as could, tight, shoulder-to-shoulder, pressed inside, to spend the night under the Temple roof. For many it was their first time in the Temple. First time in Jerusalem.

Tomorrow thousands more would come, spread across the court of the gentiles, and even further down the slopes. They all came in the hope of Shavuoth bringing new hope, new revelation, new guidance as it has done throughout history. They all needed help. With the Romans around, they needed all the help they could get.



As soon as the sun has set, the protection of darkness emboldened the disciples to press closer together, surrounding Shimon all sides. When it was definitely night Shimon rose to his feet and recited the ancient blessing:

“Baruch atah A-donai E-loheinu Melekh Ha-olam asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tzivanu al S’firat Ha-omer.”


Not all of his friends understood Hebrew. A some, perhaps many, have been born and raised far north, and seldom visited Jerusalem. With a gentle smile he repeated the words in Greek, which most people understood. It was the lingua franca even for the Romans. Yes. For some disciples, even such words as Sheol were meaningless. They gave it the Greek name. They called it Hades. The place of those not yet awakened.

“Blessed are You, Lord our God, King of the Universe, Who has sanctified us with His commandments and commanded us to count the Omer.”

Some heads looked up even as he spoke. They seem to draw strength from the ancient promise. The words gave them renewed faith in a greater tomorrow. Counting the Omer, they knew, was counting the forty-nine days that brought them to this day. Which brought them to Shavuoth.


(to be continued)




Chapter 3, (P & P)

Sheol—The day before, (#36, draft, excerpt cont.)


For Shimon the night was strangely relaxing. Even as Morpheus embraced his tired bones, his mind seemed to reach back to happier times. His eyes, under his eyelids, drifted back, until he saw vague reflections of a dying fire. Yeshûa was standing in the middle of the circle of his friends, his lose robe swaying a little in the shore-bound wind. It was a warm, balmy night. All his friends, the disciples, often spent the night, outdoors, together, at the sandy shores of the Sea of Galilee.

A smile displaced the almost permanent frown on Shimon’s tired face. He felt the gentle breeze on his cheeks; Yeshûa’s voice, gentle, persuasive, removing all worry from his mind.

Shimon was happy. Again.

They sat in a circle, listening to Yeshûa talk. It was very different from the times when the Master talked to the masses of people who, for some time now, were following Yeshûa wherever He went.

When he preached to them, he preached how to live, here, on earth, how to manage their life, how to overcome difficulties that arose between various people. Essentially, he taught them that when they eliminate strife and selfishness, and greed and selfishness, life would become easier. For everyone. For them and for others. He taught them how to live. How to conduct their ordinary, everyday life.

His teaching was very simple. If you love one another, He’d said, then you eliminate all enemies; you become surrounded by friends, and friends, He said, help one another. What can be simpler?

But when Shimon and the chosen few, the twelve of them, and Yeshûa were alone, away from being overheard by others, He talked of different things. He talked of His Kingdom. He taught that whatever we think of, whatever we feel deeply about, creates an echo in a reality which is akin to a dream. And that is why, He’d said, it is not what we do that matters so much, but what we think and feel. These are the two foundation stones of my Kingdom, He’d said. This is where we become masters of our own domain, where we are truly in the image and likeness of our father. Where our will is the most powerful force in the universe. On earth and in heaven. This is where Ye are gods, he repeated, many a time. This is where ye are gods.

None of this is real… He repeated often, though only when they were alone. Unless you accept this truth, you cannot enter the Kingdom of Heaven, He’d said. He insisted on that. Heaven is within you. In the Kingdom where we are all gods.

Heaven is within you…

Shimon didn’t understand most of His words. That last statement, about heaven, was the hardest to understand. He doubted that his friend understood any better. Not with their mind. But what did happen was a strange feeling that Yeshûa was telling him what he already knew. What he’d always known, deep, in his heart.

As so often, when Yeshûa spoke time seemed to stop. Perhaps He did transport them, if for but fragments of eternity, to a different realty which He called his Kingdom.

The fire was dying now. A spark flew, here and there, Yeshûa’s contour dissolved in the ripple of the wavelets of Gennesareth. Gradually the water became lustrous, perfectly still.

And then Shimon heard a great wind rushing at him from above. Yet he didn’t wake up, though he could swear that his eyes were wide open. He also felt Yeshûa’s presence. Just as He’d promised.


(Chapter 4 to follow)




CHAPTER 4 The Day After (#37)

(draft, excerpt) Next installment…


It took Shimon the whole of the night to recover. Whatever happened on Shavuoth, on the southwestern hill of Jerusalem, was not only beyond his expectations, but it didn’t make any logical sense. Not with logic as he knew it.

Frankly, his recollection of that day was hazy. Fragments went well beyond real, yet they were as vivid as some of the things Yeshûa did and said when still amongst them. Others, other things he, he himself, has said, other reactions from the crowds, seemed veiled with a haze of improbability. Yet, again, throng of people seemed to sway with his every word, as though grasped in a gigantic wave of Truth spilling from his mouth.

In a strange way, it was a humbling experience.

Those were fragments of events, or recollections, Shimon couldn’t quite accept, quite reconcile with the way he’d always regarded the world.

Just imagine.

Twelve frightened men, deprived of will of their own, taking to thousands of people coming from different parts of the world; talking to total strangers, in the strangers’ own tongues, in their local vernacular, telling them of things which completely upset the usual, accepted norms of behaviour. And the men, those foreigners, seemed to be accepting the new world-view, accepting the new concept of reality; accepting, absorbing, making it their own.

“Does this make any sense?” Shimon looked at his friends, his co-conspirators, who stood throughout the long day, from sunrise till sunset, sharing the Good News.

His colleagues all knew what he meant. They all returned smiles of understanding. Whatever they did yesterday, on that incredible Yom Ree-Shon, on Shavuoth unlike any other Shavuoth, was as much beyond their understanding as beyond any logical process that could be explained by human mind.

“Does this make any sense…” Shimon repeated softly.

To Shimon it didn’t. He was a stubborn man. He wouldn’t give up his established mindset easily. In that sense, he really was Kepha. And he might be persuaded to compromise on any matter, other than the Master’s teaching. On that he was immovable.

Yet, at the same time, it was he, Shimon the Rock, who was no longer afraid, who stood proud in the midst of the hornets’ nest, on the broad steps of the Temple itself, steps leading to the Hall of Hewn Stones, to the Sanhedrin, to the Holy of Holies beyond, who preached to the swaying masses.

He stood and spoke the words Yeshûa put in his mouth, with priests looking on, unable to do anything, unwilling to show their true colours in front of the milling thousands who seemed to hang on Shimon’s ever word.

The same was true of all his friends. Every one of them. They just couldn’t reconcile their own memories of that day with the way they regarded reality of everyday life. It was as if the Master had been there, standing amongst them, speaking through their lips.

And then, with the rising sun, the fire lit his heart again.

Ignoring the danger inherent from the priesthood, Shimon and John returned to the Temple. People, hungry for the Word, were already there, waiting. They both delivered another sermon. It wasn’t quite like yesterday, but the remnants of fire still burned within them. This time close to five thousand people heard the Word. This time close to five thousand people accepted the Good News.

These were the most incredible days. Had someone mentioned them a week ago, not one of them would have believed it. And yet it had been promised by Yeshûa.

At nightfall, after the second day of preaching, of sharing the Good News, sanity prevailed. Shimon led his men, in small groups of three or four, back to their hiding place. There was no need to tempt the priests and the Pharisees any further. The News has been announced. It would spread. Those who heard it would go back and pass it on the others.

(to be continued)



PETER & PAUL, Historical Novel in the making…

Sic transit gloria mundi…


Lo and behold, after some seven weeks, the first draft of my new novel is finished. I gave it another once over and now it is entering the circle of volunteers who kindly offered to read it, proofread it as best they can, give me their editorial input and constructive criticism.




In addition to being grateful, I always hope that when the novel is finally published, they will be kind enough to write a few words (hopefully of praise) on Amazon Kindle and Shakespir. If not, they’ll be forgiven and I’ll still be grateful. If you’d like to be on the receiving end of my gratitude, I can sent you a Microsoft.doc or a PDF copy. The book is under 80 K words so is doesn’t go on forever. It can’t since Peter and Paul and Nero… all died.

Hoping to hear from you…

(Below, first attempt at paperback cover)



Human Potential


Recently, I have been told that I am a prolific writer. Perhaps so. Some 30 books since I retired from my architectural practice could give that impression.

The next question usually is: “What motivates you to write so much, when you could be lying on your back, in Florida, sipping Martinis.”

That’s easy.

My sole motivation to write is sharing a secret with others. I don’t mean in the goody-goody sense. I don’t tell people what to do, nor how to do it.

My whole motivation is to try to open peoples’ minds to the infinite potential welling within their consciousness. ALL my books, fiction or non-fiction, will attest to that. That is why I consider “Human Potential” the two most powerful words in the English language. If you read my books, you’ll see why.

Only don’t expect me to preach. That I leave to others.




PETER & PAUL, research blog continued.


Chapter 4 The Day After (#38, draft, excerpt cont.)

Next installment…


Go and teach all nations…

Shimon remembered those words. He has been told by Yeshûa to go to Jerusalem and await the Holy Spirit to descent upon them. At the time, he has no idea what the words meant. Even now it all seemed unreal, although his concept of reality was undergoing profound changes. And yet not only Yeshûa but also the prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel and Joel, they’d all spoken about it. They’d all said that such a day would come. They said so years and years ago.

The pouring forth of the Spirit…

Teach all nations…

All nations? Well, they came from far and wide. His job was to plant the seed in the minds of people. There, once heard, the News would spread. To all nations. Even as the wind carries the seed to more and more fertile ground, so the thoughts, the ideas, would grow, ripen, and then be transferred to others. To all nations, until they repaired the erroneous mindset.



Andrew, always the cool-headed, the practical one, stood leaning against the mud-brick wall, examining his broken nails. He watched Shimon from the corner of his eye: the completely changed brother, who not only seemed but was a different man. He became, once again, the brother he once new, on the shores of Gennesareth. There was no fear in his eyes any more. There was determination. Almost confidence. Once again, he was the brother he loved and admired.

Shimon’s transformation had began the day before yesterday, at the Temple, when the priests began morning prayers at sunrise. It was as though his brother was awaking from a dream. The first thing he did was to appoint Matthias to join their motley of Galileans, to make up the holly number of twelve. He’d take the place of Yehuda, of Judas Iscariot. The poor man. He knew not what he’s done…

Shimon chose Matthias because, after all, Matthias had witnessed, with the rest of them, Yeshûa visiting them on that day, three days after He was murdered. Matthias saw Him and believed. He was a good man.

As for the rest of the day, Andrew was as uncertain of events as was Shimon. It felt as though some force, some albeit benevolent power, had taken over his very being and used it for its purposes. He felt like an instrument devoid of his own will, yet willing, indeed more than willing to be used. It was like bathing in an endless ocean of abundant love and… and he knew not what else. It was euphoric, inexplicable, yet intensely real.

All he knew was that, but the end of the second day, some eight thousand people would never be the same again. Nor, for that matter, would any of them.


(to be continued)



Chapter 4 (P & P)

The Day After (#39, draft, excerpt cont.)


Andrew knew that it was time to move. While Shimon was their spiritual leader, the Kepha upon which their faith could lean on, become strengthened, Andrew felt responsible for their physical wellbeing. He knew that the Pharisees couldn’t and wouldn’t let them get away with taking over the Temple, the courtyard, and practically the whole of Jerusalem for the day of Sanhedrin. They, the Pharisees and the Priests, always regarded that day as ‘their’ feast, and, of course, the Temple, as their domain. Not the peoples’ but theirs.

Thus, it was time to move.

He’d already made some arrangements.

He’d suggested to his brother that all twelve of them should break up and go to different places, to spread the word. They would all be sent away, become apostles, emissaries, of the Good News. He knew that while Shimon was still their leader, whatever it was that happened yesterday imbued them all with strength, with still incomprehensible nevertheless tangible power, with knowledge, and most of all with courage to do their duty. Their duty to Yeshûa. They duty to Yahweh?

Shimon listened in silence.


Shimon, the newly restored son of Jonah, hailed from the village of Bethsaida in the province of Galilee, as was his brother Andrew. He’d gladly return to his village to preach the Good News, but Andrew and others, thought that even Bethsaida was situated much too close for the far reaching arms of the Pharisees.

“Not if you want to stay alive long enough to spread the word,” Andrew muttered. He didn’t like to contradict his older brother, but, well, Shimon was never the practical one in his family.

Shimon nodded.


Andrew knew that now that the seed of success has been planted in Jerusalem, for the Pharisees, not to mention for the priests, for all the ungodly traditionalists, the murder of Shimon would be a prize to aim for. And one couldn’t travel anywhere in Galilee or in Judaea without coming into contact with their powerful organization. They were as politically strong as religiously uncompromising. And more than anything, they protected their own.

Andrew knew that. That was how they’d lost Stephen and a number of others. All innocent of transgression of Yeshûa’s teaching.

The persecution had started in earnest.

The group spent the night talking, often in heated tones, to assign various parts of the world to specific people. They’ve already made the decision to spread out, and preach the Good News to heathen, not just to Jews born outside of Palestine. Having decided for others, Shimon listened to his friends and decided set out, tomorrow, on foot, to as far north as Antioch. There was no point delaying their departure. For all they knew, assassins hired by the younger members of the Sanhedrin may be waiting already outside their doors.

They all agreed, and then Shimon rose to his feet.

“We must stay,” he said. There was a surprised intake of air. “We must stay and preach. Our families must go. Soon. Now. But our duty lies here.”


And then Shimon heard muted sobs.

Caught up in their deliberations, the men completely forgot about the women. Till now, they’d taken them for granted. The meals, such as they were, have been prepared. The floors have been swept, their clothes washed. Never did anyone of them hear a single word of complaint. Not a whisper. Yet, here and now, they made decisions completely ignoring the women’s likes or dislikes, their wants or desires or aspirations.

True. They were not making plans for their own benefit. They may well have been risking their lives in the projected endeavours. Yet… yet not one of them could imagine living without the women ‘their’ women being around—without their wives, sisters’ or even cousins’ help. The Master has never ignored the womenfolk. He treated them with the same respect He allotted to every human being that walked this earth.


(to be continued)



Chapter 4 (conclusion)

The Day After (#40, draft, excerpt)


Shimon felt deeply ashamed.

He stirred heavily, then got up, walked up to his wife and stroked her hair. “I am sorry,” he whispered. “I’m very, very sorry. I didn’t know what I was doing. Will you forgive me?”

It may well be true, in fact probable, that all the womenfolk would be much safer with the men far away. The priesthood wouldn’t bother them. Neither the priests nor the Pharisees had a very high opinion of women in general, and women outside their own household in particular.

Yet, Shimon insisted on them staying. He stood by his wife, seemingly unable to move.

Other men approached various members of their own families with equally as contrite words. Not one of them realized how much they would all miss their wives, the gentleness of a woman’s touch. Suddenly they didn’t want to leave.

“Let’s all stay and fight, right here,” exclaimed Jude the Zealot, rising to his feet and drawing a knife from his belt that looked more suitable for pealing an apple than fighting off Pharisaic assassins, let alone the Roman Legions.

“Later,” said Thaddeus, “later my friend,” he promised pulling Jude back to sit on the floor next to him. Then Thaddeus walked across the room to make peace with his own wife.

“B-b-but…” suddenly the young Jude’s chutzpa evaporated and he sank to the floor. He was the youngest, but living with unrequited emotions tired him more than others. Nevertheless, his heart was in the right place.


Later, much later, they did leave Jerusalem. Most of them. First for Judea and Samaria, then much farther afield. Shimon’s work took him as far as Antioch, though his wife remained in Bethesda.

At long last, various parts of the civilized world have been allotted to the most suited for each mission. They were each given a task, and a time period for reporting to Shimon of their successes. There was a lot to do.

Shimon, from his base at Antioch, would take on scattered communities of believers including the Jews, Hebrews who later called themselves Hebrew Christians, in Asia Minor, in Pontus, Cappadocia, Galatia and Bithynia, among others. The remaining eleven had equally as varied assignments to share the Good News with Scythians and Thracians, and farther out, as well as with the Parthians, the Medes, Persians, Hyrcanians, Bactrians and Margians, all the way to India, and a number of towns in North Africa.

Ultimately of course, in time, some would return to Jerusalem.

If they survived.

If it was the will of Yahweh.

It was an incredible, taxing assignment, an enormous territory to cover, for just a few men. Twelve men with no previous experience of teaching, of sharing the Good News were about to embark on changing the mindset of the world. Virtually, of the whole world known to them.

No experience—except for the Shavuoth.

That single, supreme experience of submitting completely, unreservedly, to the inner voice that used them to perform inhuman or even superhuman deeds. That single day would last them, each one of them, a lifetime. It was their baptism of the Holy Spirit, which they neither could, nor would want to, forget. Even if they, most of them, still weren’t sure what exactly had happened.

Though unwittingly, there were more tears; quiet, undemanding, yet hard to control. And not just women’s. But they all understood. They’ve all been chosen.

And women would have to wait. In spite of mutual sadness, no one suggested any compromise. Men would have to cope without the women—women, without men. Neither had any choice. They’ve all been not just called—they’ve all been chosen. The select few. Men and women. Both.

(Chapter 5 to follow)




While my book Peter & Paul is being edited, I want to share with you a point of interest.


Although the Polish writer and Nobel Prize laureate Henryk Sienkiewicz had written the book “Quo Vadis”, on which a famous Hollywood epic of the same name has been based, both, the book and the movie perpetrate great historical error. Although they present a lot of the action taking place in the Rome’s Coliseum, in fact, the arena has been built only two years after Nero’s death, in 70 AD.

My novel corrects this mistake.



June 12, 2012


Just a note to share with you: the thought that Amazon isn’t all bad. After small successes in the sale of my books in the UK and Canada, USA being the main market, last month I sold a number of books in Germany. In the meantime I also had (miniscule) sales in Australia and New Zealand.

And today, for the very first time, I had a sale in Italy. Only the first, but… we live in hope. Finally, at long last, I can claim to be an international author, while writing only in English.

As I was saying, life is good. Three cheers for Kindle!!!







First some general notes. Later blogs will attempt to define the philosophy illustrated in a number of my books.



June 15, 2012

Where am I?



I retained the title “Peter & Paul” (my new historical novel) for this blog because, on closer examination, Peter and Paul represent two different approaches regarding our reality. The book, of course, discusses this in much greater detail. Here, however, I might mention that the principal difference between P&P is how they regard the world we live in, and the ensuing consequences. And make no mistake about it, there are consequences.

We must begin by deciding if the world (the physical reality) is something into which we were “dropped” by the gods (Elohim is Hebrew by Gods (also “objects of worship” — note: plural in both cases), or if we are the creators of the world we live in (Ye are gods).

Depending on which (biblical or any other) model we espouse to navigate the vicissitudes of our lives, the choice we make will affect our reality for… eternity? Even if, ultimately, there is but one reality. Enigma?


June 16, 2012

History reaches beyond its time.


In my next 4 blogs I shall discuss 4 interconnected subjects. They all began (strangely enough) with my new novel, “Peter & Paul”, but within the novel, they could not have been advanced beyond their historical context.

1. The fallacy in one of my favourite films Matrix.

2. Who decides if we attain (aspire to) heaven before or after death.

3. Does technology advance or retard our evolution.

4. Does reality consist of matter or of energy (i.e. is it static or malleable).


You are welcome to make comments.




June 18, 2012


or the chicken and the egg.

1. The fallacy in one of my favourite films Matrix.



If Artificial Intelligence is advanced enough to build a reality depicted in the movie, then it would not need the humans to provide the electrical input necessary for them to function. There are many other, much more efficient methods of producing electricity, already present in nature.

And surely, they, the AI machines, wouldn’t keep us around for any other purpose. Ergo, I like the film (#1 only) but philosophically it’s a bit shallow.

Once again, the idea is based on the assumption that our, i.e. human intelligence is derived from our biological structure (brain and nervous system).

Not so.

Remember, we, our bodies, are made up of about 10 trillion cells, and about 100 trillions other living entities (bacteria, viruses and other micro-organisms) that use us as their farmlands to propagate and sustain their own lives (read Delusions). Under the circumstances I prefer the view that we, you and I, are independent, non-physical discrete units of intelligence, which use the physical human bodies to advance our need for evolutionary becoming.





Sorry Messrs. Larry and Andy Wachowski, but you both have it the wrong way round. Biology and/or technology do NOT produce intelligence, but intelligence produces the material-biological-technological reality we all enjoy. Should we, the incorporate units or intelligence, find a more advanced entity, be it technologically or biologically produced, we’d simply use the more advanced entity through which to advance our becoming.

I (humbly) suggest you read some of my books; and I mean just… fiction, like your movie Matrix.




June 20,1012

HEAVEN: Now or later?


2. Who decides if we attain (aspire to) heaven before or after death.


In order to decide, we have to have some idea what heaven is, or what is meant by heaven. What are the benefits or obligation of heaven. Unless we know, what is the point of being there?


This very question prompted me to embark on my last historical novel, Peter & Paul. Unbeknownst to most, they, Peter and Paul, had to deal with the same subject some two thousand years ago.

Yeshûa, who later became known as Jesus, (a meaningless translation of the inspiring Hebrew word meaning ‘deliverance through Jah’), taught that heaven is within us. The actual phrase, I believe, was “Kingdom of God is within you”. Since God is generally reputed to be in heaven, I find that close enough. By the way, God being omnipresent makes consciousness omnipresent too. We are only individualizations of that single consciousness. (“I and my father are one”, “I am within you, you within me…” et al, remember?).

For some reason various religions obliterated all that. I suppose there is no money in a heaven that is here and now. All religions advocate that to reach that kingdom we have to die first. That may or may not be true, but it has NOTHING to do with the teaching of the Bible.

Look it up.

And thus, in spite of what priests, imams or any other assortment of padres of all faith told me, I decided to enter my Kingdom here and now. And once you try it, you’ll find it quite easy. After all, heaven is neither more nor less than a state of consciousness—albeit, a glorious one! And, after all, this is what, in fact, what we all are: individual (indivisible) units of the Omnipresent Consciousness. Our reality depends simply on where we place our attention. The stuff we experience with our physical senses is just a transient, ephemeral, dream. I also play the game, but I don’t take it too seriously.

As for entering the awareness of heaven, in my case it took about ten years of daily contemplation—just ten, or a little more, minutes a day. It’s worth it.


PS. Re “individual units”: individual, in Latin, means indivisible. Thus, in a way, we are all One.




June 22, 2012

Which way to Heaven?

(Which way is up?)

3. Does technology advance or retard our evolution.


Are we Evolving or Devolving?


Not a pleasant thought to contemplate.

Someone once said that: “All great labor-saving devises are invented by lazy men.” Of course. Why else would they invent them?

What we must also ask ourselves is whether were are better disposed toward survival in the 21st century then we were, say, some thousands or even millions of years ago. Or at least before the industrial and technological “revolution”.

I gave it some thought.

If there were a sudden climate change, how would we cope? Wouldn’t we, the preponderant majority of us, wait for the government(s) to tell us what to do? Where to go? How to get there?


Because 99.99% of us are reactive. Everyone who identifies with his or her physical body depends on reactions to/from their senses, other people’s senses, ideas. Only a tiny percentage of us act on our own cognition. About one person in a thousand. Probably fewer.

We have become so interdependent on each other, on other people—even on other people doing our thinking for us—that we would sit by our TV sets and wait for instructions. Then… we would complain that those came too late, and most probably were not very smart.


And now imagine living without your everyday toys. Electric lighting, heating/air-conditioning, stoves, TV sets, radios, i-pads, automobiles, airplanes, and a plethora of other technologically advanced gadgets. Without our toys we would be lost. By now, we have regressed to a state of being babes in the woods.

Evolution has taken good care of other species. They can run faster, lift heavier loads, fly, swim under water, and, yes, and even survive another ice age. We wouldn’t.

Some years ago, I read about a Tibetan monk who wanted to advance to the next level of the esoteric Buddhism ladder. He was told to take a eight wet blankets, sit outside on the snow, and dry them by the morning. He had to do it by generating heat from his naked body. No… no gadgets. The monk succeeded. Who would you say was more advanced from the evolutionary standpoint? He or us?

If evolution is the art of physical survival, then we are already dead. Well, the vast majority of us. Unless, of course, unless real evolution has nothing to do with our bodies, with the physical universe, with our physical survival. Unless, in the event of another ice-age we, the real we, would simply wait for ‘things’ to improve, and then look for the best animal we could enter to continue in our need for becoming.




June 24, 2012

Are we the living or the dead?

4. Does reality consist of matter or of energy (i.e. is it static or kinetic).

You are welcome to make your comments.



Whatever is omnipresent has nowhere to go. It is already there. That would include whatever anyone calls God, with all Her or His attributes. (At least in Hebrew YHWH represent both the masculine and the feminine principles, which would make She/He androgynous). We can only assume that those attributes include consciousness, intelligence, benevolence, and a few other traits without which our physical universe would have disappeared long ago.

Here we shall tackle consciousness.

It, in its omnipresent state is static, and dynamic when individualized. The individualized unit of consciousness expresses itself in movement. This movement can be in space or in time. This movement we refer to as life.

That’s you and I. We are individualized units of consciousness in movement. When our bodies are ‘dead’, they are no longer conscious. The consciousness had left our bodies. Where did it go? It was here a minute ago…

Most of us still appear to think that the state of consciousness is generated by our physical bodies. Ask any scientist. They have no idea how, of course, but they insist that it is.

Not so. Our physical bodies are essentially dead until consciousness enters them. I say ‘essentially’, because there is a rudimentary consciousness generated by biological/physiological form as in all animals and plants. That is why the discussions regarding abortion are so abortive. Try my article “Blood Bath” in my collection of essays Beyond Religion II.

In some ways the “lifers” are right. A fetus is moving thus life is in it. Even as it is in sperm. Or in a blade of grass. But aren’t we taking about a different sort of life? Different consciousness?


We are talking about self-awareness. Or… the awareness of Self. Of our REAL SELF. Unless we are aware of Self, we are not… not really alive. As yet. Or as Buddha would put it, we are not yet awakened.

The mystery of life is that we are both, static and dynamic. For a little while, we abide in a state of duality.

So… life is consciousness?





In the physical reality, life means only one thing: change. Or movement. A transient condition which only stops when we vacate our physical bodies. Unless we were more than our bodies, we would never inhabit them, giving them Life. Note the capital L. Life having the potential of becoming aware of Self. It seems like a fair arrangement.




June 26, 2012


If you wait long enough and I don’t die in the meantime of old age, or be otherwise terminated by one of my many religiously inclined friends who are probably convinced that I am an emissary of the devil himself, then TRUTH will be my next book.

The purpose of the book will be not to tell anyone anything they don’t already know. It will only serve to remind us all of the knowledge that resides deep within our subconscious.

Also, it seems only fair that having written DELUSIONS, which questions our perception of reality, I should also try to share with you all what I consider to be real. In fact REAL is an alternate title for the book—if it ever happens. There are so many subjects (an infinite number?) that could be included that, without further ado, I shall tackle some of them right now.

It seems that I have already started. Some of these blogs will serve as the skeleton on which to hung my personal, often very personal, reality.

In my book I shall discuss items that, I consider, have been distorted from the original sources, on which various religions claim to draw their authority. The same will apply to the scientific theses, which I find ridiculously dogmatic.

My book will owe a great deal to the many scriptures of ancient past, which, in my view, have never been intended to act as basis for forming secular religions—religions based on power, fear, reward and punishment, mind-control, and, most of all—money. Likewise the veracity of scientific research if not related to the amount of public money third-rate scientists spend in their laboratories.

It seems that I only disagree with about 5 to 6 billion people. Of those that remain, perhaps some will share some of my views. If they do, I feel they will be happier for it. For now, I shall continue to impose on your peace of mind until there is no one reading my blogs any more. At the moment, the numbers are growing. Perhaps my efforts are worthwhile. You alone will judge.




28 June ‘12

Unfolding the Mystery of SELF

Self is the opposite of Ego. At all times Self is using, or attempting to use, its powers to enrich the Kingdom of Heaven. That’s right. Kingdom of Heaven is not a dead place where dead people, the ‘good’ ones, retire to do nothing forever after. Surely, that would be hell! If I must, I would rather compare heaven to an immense Disney Park where people can do whatever they want, for (almost) as long as they want, without ever any harm coming to them.

Back to Self.

Our Self programs us—the biological robots—to gather new experiences. As we know, computers can be programmed to function for hours, sometimes days or even longer, without additional human input. It depends on the software, of course, or in our case on our subconscious. More about that later.

Thus we, the biological computers, can work for a while on our own, yet without an occasional input from Self, we soon degenerate into walking in ever decreasing circles.

People continuously confuse ego with Self. Ego is what separates us, what gives us different personalities, while Self is what makes us one. Self gives substance and makes the wonderful statement In Pluribus Unum possible.

Yet, as entities possessed of ego, we have duties.

Even if we do not identify with our body as the only source of our awareness (the scientists do), we must still look after it, even as we look after our cars, computers and other material possessions, without actually identifying with any of those extensions of our personality. Some people seem to. They identify with money, position, fame, etc., although such are all imaginary and transient.

The climatic changes that are coming—the onset of which is already observable—will place enormous pressures on human survival. Inundations, tornadoes, hurricanes, flooding, earthquakes, tsunamis, forest-fires, arid spells, runaway pollution, global warming, and various pandemics are already here. In time mass suicides will ensue—also already visible—which will grow and continue until at least some of us will learn to treat what we experience as observers. With profound, benevolent indifference, while simultaneously making a greater effort to work for the common good. Until we learn that we are in this world, but not of this world, yet hold some responsibility for it, even as a child has for his or her toys.

Until we learn that as Self we are immortal, and as such create our own heavens and hells. 

How do we recognize actions inspired by ego versus those inspired by Self? That’s easy. Whatever is for the greatest good of the greatest number is inspired by Self. We are One, remember?

No one will convince me that man’s genius, which put man on the moon, is not capable of redirecting clouds from causing floods in some area to discharge their moisture over forest fires instead. The latter would have been inspired by Self.

Putting man on the moon was 100% ego.

A further discussion of the subject of Self is in my Beyond Religion Volume 1, illustrated above.




30th June 2012



In 1953, Arthur C. Clarke wrote a short story entitled: “The Nine Billion Names of God”. In it he proposes that when all the names of god are recited, the world will end.

That would be a good exercise for atheists. It would keep them busy.

My favourite name, though not strictly identified as god, is Tao. Lao Tzu says that “It is always impartial, it is always on the side of the just man. “

God, by any name, is whatever we decide it is.

There is this great presumption, particularly on the part of the self-proclaimed atheists, that if you believe in anything at all, you are ‘believer’, and thus a religious person. What balderdash! (Sorry Dr. Dawkins). Every scientist believes in science, thus no scientists could be considered an atheist. To them, science is inerrant and thus divine.

Poor Stephen Hawking. Most count him among the greatest scientists of the modern era. And he, this great mind, has stated that there is no heaven. That heaven is a fairy story. Obviously he never looked into a newborn baby’s eyes.

Semantics. It’s all semantics.

I suggest many deny heaven because of what religions have done to the concept. If you haven’t already, I suggest you read my blogs about heaven. Or read a less serious version in Beyond Religion vol. III.


In the past, all we had to do was to exclude the Old Man with a long beard, a god created in our image and likeness, to be counted among the enlightened people, who freed themselves from the Big Guy up there, and stood on your own two feet. Ah, yes, two feet is still mandatory. A prerequisite. Any more than two and we are not “in the image and likeness”, or, the other way round. How do you know that god doesn’t have four legs? Or six? I would have thought god can have any number of legs hesheit wants to, and it’s none of our business.

I suggest that dismissing the Old Bearded Man, does not make one an atheist. It just means one began growing up. I firmly believe in the benevolence of the Universe. The Universe(s) is not god, with or without a beard, but if the universe weren’t benevolent then why would there be flowers in such diversity of colours? No, it’s not for the bees—they can see only some colours. What would instill in us the awareness of beauty that is not necessary for our physical survival?

So few of us seem to realize that the so-called scriptures (which simply means “something written down”) seldom if ever dealt with religion. They were the inspired thoughts of those before us who listened to their unconscious. To the Self within them (or without, if you will) and tried, with such means as were at their disposal at the time, to bring them out into the open.

That’s all folks!






July 2, 2012

Is there Death, or Isn’t there?


Death is a very misunderstood concept. Surely we know that everything that ever held a physical form must have also held previously a non-physical form. Anyone who ever designed anything knows that we must have an idea, then a mental concept, before we can make anything. Also, mental and emotional forms enjoy much longer shelf life than the physical. Just think, Buddha, Socrates, the Christ, have all left their physical bodies, but their ideas live on. They also inspire emotions in billions of people.

And it all happens in our consciousness.

When our consciousness leaves our physical enclosure as e.g. in sleep while dreaming, we translate our essence (consciousness, awareness), our real Self, into a less destructible form, which nevertheless closely resembles the physical body we temporarily vacated. Why? Because the body we’ve just left is the image of the sum total of our spiritual, mental and emotional development to date.

It is the end product, a sort of impression we make on the matrix of the universe.

Some people can take charge of their dreams. Those are variously known as lucid dreams, soul travel, out of body projection, or by some other, more esoteric names. The funny thing is, whatever we believe in, we all do it. Dream, I mean. And we can all learn to have ‘lucid’ dreams. Why is it important? Because in our dreams, regardless what we dream about, we are immortal. Our consciousness outside our body, outside the confines of material shackles, is indestructible.

Isn’t it fun?



July 4, 2012

_*E Pluribus Unum,_ [*or… the Biggest Clout]


Since 1786, this beautiful and powerful maxim adorns the Seal of the United States, let alone many US coins. Now few, very few, know what the sentiment means. It proclaims in Latin what I am sure the Romans would have liked to achieve in the days of Peter & Paul.


Also, many parts of larger political entities seem to harbor a desire for political separations from whatever unified entity they belong to at present.

Don’t they realize that the bigger we are the more clout we have? Economically, culturally, politically, militarily? Virtually, in every way.

I refuse to pass judgment on the USA, the European Coalition, the “freedom fighters” of Afghanistan or other countries. Their actions will be judged by generations to come. But, it seems to me, not one of them can justify the commandment: Love thy enemy, let alone: Thou shalt not kill. Not even those who have the Biggest Clout.

We are not really Christians, are we?

Only these days there is a problem.

It takes only one man’s, or woman’s, little finger to press a button to make a home-made A bomb go off in the biggest cities of the world. At long last, we all have the power, the clout, to convert all our cities, the world over, into Sodom and Gomorrah.

A single man, or woman, created into the image or likeness of their God, or Satan, can convert our way of life into hell. In this Age of Aquarius, a single person has, or can have, more clout then all the governments put together. Those men and women need not account to anyone. They are free to kill, murder, in whatever name, even as those who, heretofore, had the Biggest Clout.

Some 2000 years ago a Man said: love one another. Even more so, love your enemies. We were asked to become good shepherds. Sheep symbolized our thoughts, emotions. We had to learn to control them.

Did we?

Perhaps that Man foresaw that soon, in just two millennia, a single man, hating, could destroy millions. Many millions. We have all been given the gospel of love—have we’ve learned anything? Did we stop killing each other?

Perhaps it is still not too late.

“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.” – Eleanor Roosevelt




July 8, 2012

The Universe is set on Automatic


The universe is set on automatic and, as such, it evolved to protect itself in all its integrity. We can think of the Universe as a giant computer, in which the memory storage are the Universal Laws, and which correspond to our subconscious mind. Add all the subconscious minds—and I don’t mean just human—together, and you have the memory storage of the universe. There is no other. Remember, everything in us is a mini-version of the universe, thus the totality of the universe corresponds to the totality of the subconscious.

Now, why automatic?

The subconscious contains or stores everything that already happened. It is the past stretching back so far that the human conscious mind with its inherent limitations cannot conceive of such a distant history. We can think of it as stretching back to infinity. To a time before time came into being.

[If you can’t imagine such past, read NOW—Being and Becoming]





There have been countless races or even species before us, both incarnate and discarnate, which brought about evolution. While the subconscious is the law, none of which can be broken, it can be developed. It operates on the maxim “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”. Hardly surprising considering how long it took to develop those laws.

But no one is perfect. Hence mutations or, in other words, us. We are the departures from the automatic. We endeavour (almost always unsuccessfully) to depart from the old and tried. But sometimes, just sometimes, some of us succeed. You might call those people the chosen ones. Although, I strongly suspect, they are the ones who interfered least with their destiny. 

The Universe is a continuous process of self-discovery.


When things go wrong as, for instance, with our climate, (or at the personal level: obesity, pandemics, inexplicable stupidity), the “universe doesn’t know” what happened. It notes and records, but it does not possess self-awareness. We, you and I, and countless individualizations of the Omnipresent Consciousness are the self-awareness of the universe. Self-awareness serves to give evidence of the consequences of any departure from the Universal Law. There is none other. We are the tips of icebergs, which are capable of seeing above the waters and, on occasion, saying NO. No, I will not follow the established route. We are and we create anomalies. We are the mutations, which veer off from what is normal. And thus we are also the indispensible entities, which assure evolution of the Universal Consciousness. Quite a job. 




July 8, 2012

The Irrepressible Law of Hedonism


There is a secret, seemingly hidden from us, about a specific law of the Universe. If we, as in our ego, make ourselves useful to the Universe, in whatever way, the Universe will take care of us. All my life I have been doing almost exclusively that which has given me the greatest pleasure (I kept my Self happy). And now, I am comfortably divorced from the vicissitudes of everyday life, yet again doing what pleases me most. Writing.

You might say that I am in this world but not really of this world. I am a passer-bye.

We can all do that. Our prerogatives may change from time to time, but the essence is that we must do what gives us the greatest pleasure. If what we are doing is wrong, e.g. at the expense of another, the universe will soon cast us away. If not, if what we are doing is right, we’ll abide in peace and pleasure and we’ll taste the ambrosia of the gods, which the Universe will exude at us in her spellbinding generosity.

Of course, some of us might find my particular modus vivendi uninteresting, perhaps outright dull. Isaac Asimov said that he was happiest when holed up in his attic while his wife and children went on holidays to the seaside. Stephen Hawking has written: “Apart from being unlucky enough to get ALS, or motor neuron disease, I have been fortunate in almost every other respect”.

Fortunate in almost every other respect.

Well, so have I. And I don’t even have ALS. Note, however, that Stephen Hawking is, to my knowledge, doing exactly what gives him the greatest pleasure, regardless of apparent circumstances.

It seem that he knows the secret of the Universal Law of Hedonism.




July 10, 2012

No one is Born to Suffer



How can anyone believe in a god, who/which would allow extended suffering of the innocents? The suffering of animals that feed on each other; humans, who murder other people; people who wage wars?

Well, ‘god’, doesn’t allow it. We do. The world in which this suffering supposedly takes place is not real. It only exists in our minds.

You see, we are not our bodies.

Once the self-awareness (our true Self) is withdrawn from a physical body, human or animal, no pain or suffering can be experienced. And even before, the Self is little more than an observer.

Just to illustrate this truth, we don’t feel pain when we faint; in extreme cases when we’re in coma. Our organism releases endorphins (endogenous opioid peptides produced by the pituitary gland), automatically, to protect us from pain. And we all experienced instances when we cut ourselves, and remained unaware of it until we saw blood flowing… And, please, let us not complain about pain that is there to protect us. Otherwise, in we next life, we might really suffer from congenital analgesia.

Consciousness is all. It is our life. Our physical body is only a consequence of the creative process. Like the physical Universe. It’s not real. It is essentially… empty space.

Nothing exists, even in our dreams, until we became conscious of it. The real Self, the I AM, never suffers. It cannot. It is not flesh and bones. And flesh and bones have only a rudimentary awareness necessary to sustain the image we created in our minds. That’s all. And even that is withdrawn soon after the Self separates Itself from its creation. Like a cockerel that soon ceases its dance after its head is separated from its body.


Of course we, humans, think we know better.

When our bodies are ready to be retired (and recycled), and our Consciousness is ready to leave, we resist. We even developed a name for it. We call it instinct for self-preservation. Only we’re wrong. There is no such thing. There is fight-or-flight built into all biological entities—it is necessary to sustain the illusion of physical reality. While the Self is immortal, indestructible, what we want to preserve is our ego. Our ‘personality’.

But don’t tell that to the medical or priestly professions, or to the scientists, who insist on treating us as physical entities. The same people wouldn’t dream of keeping a computer or a car that doesn’t run well any more. But dilapidated bodies?

Of course, that is ‘all’ we are, they say. Are we not our bodies, they ask? Are we not bags of water? Are we not farms for 100 trillion vermin doing their thing at our expense… sorry, at the expense of our bodies?

Give me a break!


Does this mean that we should not try to maintain the bodies we have created in a good working order? Of course we should. And we should always try to assist physical evolution to improve the instrument through which we experience our becoming. As long as our physical envelopes are the expression of our contribution to the Universe, to the Whole of which we are an indivisible part, we ought to look after them.

They are our mirrors, created in our image.




July 12, 2012

Are Men really Created Equal?


First, we must define ‘man’. Do we mean generically, i.e. men and women? Are we are referring to our ego—that trait of our personality that sets us apart? Or do we refer to our Self—that which makes us one. If we try to judge men on the first count, then all men (and women, of course) are born with divergent genetic traits, which make them extremely unequal.

If, on the other hand, we think of them as immortal entities individualized as Self, spending a brief stint in a condition of becoming, then, indeed, we are equal. We are endowed with the same, limitless potential, to fulfill the role we decided to perform while in a dualistic reality.

After all, as Self, “Ye are gods” comes to mind. There are no limitations of Self. An extraordinary proposition.


The roles we are to perform, however, are also unequal. They are dependant on Karma we acquired through the mischief or waywardness of our ego. We should never forget that a tad of ego is necessary for survival in a physical reality. All animals have it. But animals, other than human, conform to the dictates of nature, we don’t.

Problem? Not at all.

The difficulty lies in discovering why Self had picked a particular vortex of traits, which we can call ego, or personality, to advance Its becoming. When I first came to Canada, I read about an uneducated couple, settled on a small farm in Ontario. Apparently, they began adopting children some years before. By the time I read the story they reached 26 adoptees. Those children may or may not have been ‘created’ equal, but by the time they were adopted they all shared a single trait. They were all disabled. Everyone of them. In some form of another, ranging from paraplegic to blind, and everything in between.

The adult couple didn’t ask for help. By the time a new child arrived, the previous adoptees were so imbued with love for one another that they took it upon themselves to help out. And so on.

No one will ever convince me that that couple, living on a small farm, hardly making the ends meet, were less advanced than a multi-billionaire who makes his billions by exploiting the child labour in the far-eastern countries. You might say that the couple is “far more equal then others”. I’m sure they fulfilled their Karma, whatever it was.


Though we may not always understand it, everything in our lives always happens at the right time, in the right sequence. Sometime we might succeed in disturbing that flow for a little while—but once left alone, it will right itself. We must never forget that we have our becoming in a very benevolent Universe. None of the above is an attempt at preaching. It is merely the conclusion I’ve reached after many years of observation.


Similar subjects are discussed in my Beyond Religion series, this particular one in Beyond Religion Volume II.




July 14, 2012

The Chicken and the Egg



The ancient dilemma. Which came first?

Years have passed since I wrote an essay by that title. Anyone interested will find it in Beyond Religion vol. III. Hopefully, I have increases my knowledge since. Scientists, like ostriches, are hiding behind the minutia of atoms and ever smaller sub-nuclear array of particles, which obscure their vision of the big picture. Like the Universe, for instance. Or the essence of man.

They study the chicken having, apparently, no idea where the egg came from. I don’t been physically. They probable peeked. No. I mean they have no idea how can an egg, human or otherwise, possess all the knowledge to create a chicken—or a human being, for that matter.

They think that our brains generate our thoughts. And lots and lots of thoughts make up a mind, I suppose? They think that when we change our minds it is because the neurons have changed their relationship to each other, or the axons began firing along a different protocol. They always take the result as the cause.

They chicken always comes before the egg.

Now, for just a moment, let us forget about the chicken. Let us think of a human body… and the human egg. While still a fetus, a women has more than 7 million eggs. By the time she’s born the number falls to 1 or 2 million, and by the timer she reaches puberty, the number of eggs falls to about 300,000. But not to worry, she might well be able to produce more eggs after she’s born.

That’s not my point.

My point is that a human oocyte, or egg, in spite of the profusion of its numbers, is about 100 micrometers in diameter. That’s quite large as cells go, but try looking at it this way:


1000 micrometers = 1 millimeter

so 100 micrometers = 0.1 millimeters.


Enough said, the egg is about 0.1 of a millimeter.

Now take sperm. (Well, don’t take it, just think about it).. A man ejaculates, on average, some 280 million sperm in the hope that one of them will reach and penetrate an egg. It seems like a lot until we realize that while a mouse ejaculates only 50 million sperm at a time, a pig leaves us, humans, well behind with 8,000,000,000 sperms in each ejaculations. So when you hear that some men are pigs that is not true. It takes almost 30 men to match a single pig. Although, I am told, that our obesity has already surpassed that of a pig.

(In parenthesis, I wonder who took the trouble to count 8,000,000,000 pig sperm. Still, I suppose this is what scientists do).


Here, I must apologize. None of the above has anything to do with what I want to say. What I am leading to is that a single sperm the size of some 40 microns in length (a rat’s is 4x longer!), that’s 0.001574” for those imperially inclined, and a single egg of 0.1 millimeters (in diameter, have all the knowledge necessary to build you and me, and every other human being on earth. It doesn’t take much, does it.

Got it?

A bit of virtually invisible bit of biological stuff knows exactly how to build an Einstein, a Mozart, a Leonardo da Vinci and a 1000 other geniuses who all sprang from this bit of stuff. At least, the scientists would have you believer that.

Allow me to suggest to you otherwise.

As I already mentioned, the world is set on automatic. All women have eggs, all men have sperm (well, most of us). What those eggs and sperm know how to do is how to created a biological computer, which, thereafter, and under strict though subconscious supervision, the geniuses of our species can use to do their thing.

Otherwise we’d all be geniuses, and not stupid. Well, most of us.




July 16, 2012

The Difference between Science and Religion


Science and religion are both trying to solve the mysteries of the Universe. They are both trying to tell us how to live, stay healthy, happy etc.. They are both telling us that they, and only they… are right. They are both as stubborn in their views, only in science the theories change, and in religions, well, new religions come up.

Everyone seems to be doing his and her best—on both sides of the equation.

From the mental, or better-said, intellectual point of view, science wins hands down. And this, although, science even as religions, fall into the trap of fundamentalism.

Religions, with passion equal to the scientists, proclaim truths derived almost exclusively from the practitioners’ emotional need. Science satisfies the mind, religion—the heart.

They are both wrong.

Reality, I dare say, is greater than both, religion and science. We, humans, on the other hand, are a very primitive species. In a few thousand years (don’t forget scientists tell us the Universe is many billions of years old), some of us (them, if you don’t accept reincarnation) will laugh at ourselves how incredibly stupid we were way back then. The vast majority, however, will continue to proclaim how clever they are. Both, priest and scientists. Just like today.



For now, there are two functions the scientists can engage in. One, to observe—Darwin is a good example of this (he made an enormous contribution to our understanding), and two, to bring out into the open all that has heretofore been hidden. That’s it. What scientists, in my view, should not do is to make up stories (they call them theories), which are completely unprovable, while spending billions of our dollars to do so. We, “ordinary people”, can do that for free!

Today, on CBC program, I heard that the medical profession still has no idea how Alzheimer’s comes about. The only thing that’s vital, they said, is that millions of dollars continue to support the research.

Wouldn’t you rather have religion? At least they build beautiful churches…

If you’d like a deeper discussion on the subject matter, please look up my DELUSIONS—Pragmatic Realism. You just might like it. (You might also have a good laugh).




July 18, 2012

What is the Meaning of Life?



Please sit down. Now take a deep breath. Ready?

Life has no meaning.

What is the meaning of a rose?

Life itself is a process of becoming—the ultimate trip—the ultimate exploration of the universe already created and the universe that, by also participating in the process of becoming, it is yet to come.

Pretty much forever.

The problems start when our ship is driven by our ego. Then unfriendly gales fill our sails, and we cry, how could He or She, let it happen? He or She didn’t. He or She has little interest in the consequences of our mistakes. He or She judges no man. Nor woman. We and we alone bear the consequences of our actions. We the minuscule nascent units of awareness emanating from the physical form we created.

Nevertheless, there is no punishment. There are just consequences.

Remember, one cannot separate the individualized unite of consciousness, the Self, from the Consciousness that is Ubiquitous. If you were a religious person, you’d say that a part of God cannot be separated from the rest of omnipresent God. It just cannot be done.

When we miss the mark, we try again. In this incarnation or the next one. Or the next. There are a lot of chances in Infinity. Just imagine visiting every piece of real estate throughout the universe. Even the universe we are used to, never mind all the others the scientists now talk about. Multiuniverse? It would take a while, wouldn’t it? And then, by the time we finished, new intergalactic clouds would collapse into new galaxies, new star systems would evolve—become shaped by angular momentum—which would acquire new planets… need I go on? And throughout all this, Life, the Process, would sustain our becoming. Our exploration.

Life has no meaning other then life itself. What has meaning is how we manifest our lives.

Life is the process of becoming. We are the means. The idea is not new, nor is it mine. It’s been around a long time. Read Key to Immortality. You’ll see.





And this book, the “Key”, reminds me that I started this blog in an attempt to penetrate the minds of Peter & Paul, the two protagonists of my historical novel that is soon to be published. In a way, it will be a sequel to my Yeshûa, which met with modest success. It seems evident that even in those days, more than 2000 years ago, people have been preoccupied with the same problems as we are today. I wonder if today we are more advanced in our mental peregrinations then they were.




July 20, 2012 rev.

The Apple’s, or it was All Eve’s Fault


We live in a Universe of symbols. An apple is not an apple when in Eve’s hands. We, humans, convert all things into words, which symbolize different things to different people. The animals can’t do that. They have an advantage in that—an animal cannot sin.

An animal cannot act contrary to the program imbedded in its genes. It can do the best it can within the boundaries established for its species, but it cannot step outside it. Unless nature makes an error, of course. The scientists call this mutation. Contrary to the perfection of the potential, once the idea enters the realm of duality, only probability can assure its survival. Hence—mutations. Each one is an evolutionary error. If it works, nature takes it over as a new prototype and protects its integrity. If not, it dies with its progenitor.

Not so with the human species.

If truth be told, we, the physical entities with which most of us identify, i.e. our ego, also do not suffer from excess of our cherished free will. If we stray from the straight and narrow, we pay our dues. We get sick, or broke, or are in danger of losing our limb if not embodiment, which we call life. But we can say no. We can disobey. We can sin. And we have the ‘apple’ to blame for that.

On the other hand, if it weren’t for the ‘apple’, we would not be able enrich the fabric of heavens. Heaven, to recapitulate one of my previous blogs, is the sum total of our experiences from the beginning of time. Assuming time had a beginning. In a way, time, like space, is imaginary. It is a construct of our mind. In heaven we can relive all of our experiences, only we do not have to pay the piper for our errors. In heaven we are indestructible.

So what of the ‘apple’?

[You might be amused by an essay I wrote called “Apples”, in Beyond Religion III. They seem to have a very rich history. Try it and tell me what you think.]

Apple, and indirectly, Eve, who in the Old Testament symbolizes our subconscious, enabled us to say NO. To stray from the prescribed direction. The subconscious, our base of operations, cannot grow without the input from the conscious mind. Nature (the expression, or manifestation, of the omnipresent universal intelligence) discovered that without mutations to advance its growth it would relegate evolution, to quote James Burke, to “somewhere between dead slow and dead slow”. Hence the Edenic apple. Since mutations are nature’s errors, (I suspect the scientists will deny that), the apple allows us to oppose nature’s laws, in the hope that some errors—if they didn’t kill us—would result in more progress. In evolution.

The jury is still out.

There’s a problem, you see. Self, the real indestructible, eternal Self, cannot make an error. Hence we enter the process of incarnation. We—Homo sapiens—are equipped with egotistical eccentricities, with propensity towards saying no, almost on principle; that’s how, indirectly of course, we can enrich heaven. Otherwise it would forever remain static. Like Omnipresence. Like the Unconscious—The Infinite Potential.

Thank you Eve.




June 22, 2012

Time and Miracles


Consciousness, being omnipresent, is static. As I mentioned before, it is already everywhere, thus has nowhere to go. It also incorporates everything in its potential form. The one thing that is missing from it is self-awareness. Being omnipresent, it cannot regard itself from the outside of itself. There is no such condition. If it were to exist, it must be created.

Hence ‘Self’.

‘Self’ is the attribute of the universal consciousness enabling it to individualize itself for the purpose of regarding itself from ‘outside’. Try a mirror. Look deeply into it and you’ll see what I mean. The image is not you, but it tells you a great deal about you. What you’ll see is a fraction of what is. The distinction is very important. And please note, the image disappears when you withdraw your presence.


Every single fraction of mater is always in a constant, continuous, process of decay. The scientists know that. They call it the Second Law of Thermodynamics, or the Law of Increasing Entropy. Whatever the name, this process is one of constant change. Ongoing decay applies to stars millions of light-years away and to the tips of our noses. Thus what scientists study is never what is, but always what was. To put it differently, they always study the effect, never the cause.

Would you like to know why? Read my blogs.

All of them.

The changes in physical reality, such as studied by scientists and practiced by physicians, are subject to passage of time. While scientists study what was, the physicians attempt to restore what ‘was’ (they call it ‘is’) to an even older condition of becoming. By that I mean that doctors are tempting to reverse time, which is impossible, and thus, instead, they try to restore the condition of the patient as close as possible to the one extant before the onset of the ‘disease’. Before imperfection set in.

‘Miracle workers’ are quite different.

They create from the infinite potential that which they desire to manifest. They do not restore, they create. In my definition of the word, this book, this blog, is a miracle. A miracle is always the consequence of intuitive thinking, as against instinctive, which, although often very much improves conditions or ideas, is derived from existing data. Before I wrote this blog, it didn’t exist. After I saw it outside the bounds of time, I brought it out from its potential form to a manifested form. From the subjective, existing only within me to the manifest, or objective form, which I can share with others. I didn’t change anything that already was, or has been. What I write, now, didn’t exist before I wrote it. Now—that is a miracle.

Scientists and/or physicians can’t do that, although, in a way, Einstein could. There are exceptions to every rule. There is only a probability.

Artists can. Although some ‘artists’ merely try to copy what’s already there… Again, probability.

If we accept my thesis with the same intensity, with the same conviction as we accept the false reality of the material universe, then we’ll perceive the illusory nature of time and we shall be able to create reality at will. Why?

Because true reality exists only in the present.

If/when we do that, our willpower becomes the most powerful force in the universe. In the instant of ‘now’, we become one with ‘Self’. One with our limitless potential.

In the creative process we do not repair or rearrange the components of dead matter. We leave that to scientists; to learned doctors of medicine. We create new, brand new, from the perfect potential that is ever latent in the Universe. The potential is always perfect. We, in the process of bringing it out, might not succeed in maintaining that perfection. That is why artists always, always, continue to try.

To do that, to perform miracles, we must accept the truth. We must step outside time. When we do, we shall perform what others call miracles. For us, it will be just reality. As natural as the smile in a newborn baby’s eyes.


The subject is discussed at length in Visualization—Creating Your own Universe. You might like it.



Here I took an extended holiday,

no electronics within sight.



August 20, 2012

Within and Without


There is a single most fundamental difference between the religious and beyond religious relationship to reality. Those who conform to religions, always externalize the divine. They invariably place their ‘god’ up there, somewhere in the clouds.

This is probably the saddest part of religions. They also assure everyone of the necessity of suffering (Buddha didn’t help in this), of heaven being some nondescript location in the esoteric cosmos, of the existence of eternal hell, or heaven for that matter, and last but not least, assuring everyone that they are all incurable sinners for which their most merciful loving God will punish them with eternal damnation.

I wouldn’t believe in such a horrid god if you paid me, nor would I want to settle for an “ever-after” in a heaven where for all eternity I’d be bored to tears, if only I had eyes to excrete them.

Contrary to all this religious propaganda (sorry padres and madresses), none of the above has anything at all to do with the teaching of the man they call their saviour. When accused of blasphemy of calling himself the “son of god”, Yeshûa replied simply that all who do the will of god are, by psalmist’s definition, children of god. And, he hastened to assure them, the “scriptures cannot be broken”. I never heard a single priest asserting this truth.

The saviour part comes from Yeshûa’s name, which in Hebrew simply means: “Jah is salvation”. Or, to put it in our lingo, the god within is the only god that can save you. And the god within, it has been established, is I AM.

We have all been bamboozled for 2000 years. Please, please, let us wake up. We are all children of the “most high”, who is not up there, somewhere, but tries hard to be recognized within you and me, within our hearts. The “most high” refers to an elevated state of consciousness, not to the moon or distant planets. Please read the original, not the twisted half-truth perpetrated by career-oriented clergy. And since you and I, are individualized states of consciousness, the “most high” is our ultimate potential.



My mother spent 100 years in her body being a “good Catholic”. She was also a good person, doing good for others. No priest ever told her that the material world was set on automatic, nor that the will within her was the most powerful force in the universe; nor that to leave her body she had to identify with that power within, and that, in fact, this power is divine. No one told her any of that. And I, at the time, didn’t know it either.

She spent the last three years of her ‘life’ flat on her back, periodically in her own excrement. She deserved better.

I once wrote a book about it. It is called The Gate, subtitled “Things my Mother told me”. You’ll find sadness but also humour in it; and an inexplicable smile. Her smile. Yes, she could smile even then.

If you want to avoid her fate, I suggest you read it. It might help.






August 22, 2012

Physical Universe



Nothing, absolutely nothing, can exist in ‘heaven’ unless it was formed on ‘earth’. Or on any other physical, ‘material’ planets that proliferate the material universes. This is what, unfortunately, Peter had failed to explain to Paul.

Heaven, like Hell, is nothing more than a state of consciousness. To give it substance, we must create it. It must be created from that which originates in the source of infinite potential, and then split into an illusion of duality. It is the duality that ultimately gives the intangible source a tangible reality, at least in our consciousness, a reality that can be experienced again and again. This is why the master of reality, Yeshûa, is reputed to have said: “I would that you were cold or hot”.

He was advocating duality.

He was referring to the necessity of the material world in which we, the sole-creators of heaven, must live fully, must immerse ourselves in the life of the material universe completely, and live lives filled with new experiences, yet always knowing the none of it is real. What we are really doing is enriching our consciousness. Finally, while immersing ourselves in ‘materiality’, we must never forget that this is not our true home, that here we are merely passers by.


Light is white, yet aren’t all colours contained within it? Dualistic reality is what prisms to do light. The same is true of everything that emerges from the source (you can think of it as the unconscious). Only when split into its infinite diversity can we fully appreciate its richness.

There is another problem. While we are all individualizations of the Omnipresent Consciousness, let us never forget that at a higher level of perception the concept of ‘you’ and ‘I’ tends to diminish, if not actually disappear. This is a little hard to understand, but by making the material reality a ‘better’ place, we enhance the inner reality for everyone. Some say that is the only reason why we were born: to make this a better place. Now we know why.

Nevertheless, each time we enhance the material reality, we enhance our own ‘private’ home (our subconscious) that some call heaven. It is our individualized way of looking at reality that makes the heaven ‘private’. Not the consciousness itself. The riches are available to all, but not all can perceive them.

Does this make things any clearer?

And of one thing we can be quite sure. People who spend endless hours ‘praying’, or, I am sorry to say, who keep running to their churches, are wasting their lives. That is not why they were born.




August 24, 2012

The Brain—a 100-billion neuron puzzle?



I had the pleasure of listening to a Charlie Rose program, which displayed the opinions of learned doctors, including a Nobel laureate, analyzing the workings of the brain. Charlie is good. He managed to put together a team of people who in smiling unison chose to present an abundance of ‘what’, but not a single ‘why’.

Just imagine. A group of distinguished specialists in the field of neurology, with a good dose of Ph.D.’s, all sharing with us their years of study, years of research delving into the mystery of our brain.

The human brain. The same structure as the brains of other mammals, a bit larger (of course, elephants leave us far, far behind), more convoluted perhaps? We have larger bodies than most primates; hence we need a larger, more complex operating system. Squashed in our skulls are 80 to 120 billion neurons. The learned doctors didn’t really know. Perhaps a few more billions of dollars for research and they will buy an abacus to find out.

It is a very complex structure, they said. Very complex. The most important part, the cerebral cortex, takes care of executive functions such as self-control (this doesn’t work so well for me), planning, reasoning, and abstract thought (these don’t seem to work for most other people). The scientists even know which parts are connected to which specific roles, such as languages, or seeing, and listening, and even remembering, though they weren’t quite sure about that last one.

“It’s sort of flexible. Malleable? Adaptive?” they marveled.

Marvelous, they all agreed. So did I. The most marvelous, complex biological computer. It’s all there. It does everything… we don’t know how, yet, but, well, let’s face it, we only got down to it, in earnest, about thirty years ago, when we could peek inside. When we could observe what’s there. When we could scan the neurons.

“Give us more money and you’ll see what else we can do. It’s expensive, you know,” they agreed in unison. “Very expensive.”


I listened spellbound. For an hour.

Let me explain.

In all this time not one, not a single one of the learned scientists—not even the Nobel Laureate—even suggested, even implied, never mind asked—who is the operator of this magnificent computer? Who operates the cerebral cortex? Who gives it instructions what to think, what to work on, and when?

I prefer not to ask. After all, we have ten times as many viruses in our body as we have cells. Who can tell who gives the brain instructions? They sounded like a group of technicians discussing how the engine of the $10 million Formula One racing car had won the race—not once mentioning the driver.





Still, someone or something must give instructions.

Judging by Charlie’s program, it couldn’t have been any of his illustrious guests. They only looked at the results, never bothered about the cause. Otherwise, surely, wouldn’t someone have asked?

Surely, they all must have suffered from some kind of DELUSIONS.




August 26, 2012

Nightmares—a Foretaste of Tomorrow?


Each time a man or a woman draws a gun on TV—in entertainment—they diminish our concept of the value of biological life. They diminish the value of the greatest gift the omnipresent consciousness evolved for us. They diminish our concept of becoming to meaningless entertainment.

The universal law holds that ignorance of law is no excuse for breaking it. Hence nightmares.

Nothing is eternal except consciousness. It is intangible and thus it cannot be destroyed. Nevertheless, people who diminish the incredible gifts that the benevolent universe has showered on us are likely to be subject of aeons of nightmares. Real or imagined killers, for whatever reason, will face ongoing nightmares of their own making. This fact should be enough to stop killing.


Because we still don’t understand the concept of true reality. The fact that an actor pretends to kill a human body is of little consequence. It’s what it does to our minds, to our state of consciousness that matters. Pretending to kill is as deadly to the purpose of biological life as physical death itself. What matters is not what happens to our bodies, but to our minds. And those seem to enjoy death.

And death, mental death, plunges us into stasis.

But… let’s face it, not many believe such contentions; and this in spite of thousands who have already experienced the foretaste of nightmares in their sleepless nights.

We like to pretend to kill people, on TV or in the movies. It’s such fun, isn’t it? After all, as Arnold Schwarzenegger once explained, “it’s just pretending”.

Well, in heaven that’s all there is. ‘Pretending’ is the only game in town: the only reality. Whatever is in our consciousness becomes our reality. And that includes wholesale murder, no matter how entertaining.

The problem is, again, that we cannot kill our consciousness. If we enjoy murder, crime, stealing, rape, perversions, and so on, and so forth, all these experiences become anchored in our subconscious. And later, after we leave our body, there is only one reality. The reality that we have created while enjoying all those juicy, bloody tidbits on TV. Sooner or later we shall learn that whatever we store in your subconscious becomes very real in our future. As Yeshûa said, “the father judges no man.” We do a great job of it ourselves. We are the sole judges of our actions. We alone bear the consequences.


And we are immortal. Future will last a very long time. And whatever we see on TV, is recorded, forever, in your subconscious. Be it heaven or… hell.

Our salvation does not lie in the words of any preacher but in our own, personal, convenient, remote control. We can either use it or pay the piper. No matter who blows the pipes—angels or devils.

It’s our choice.




August 28, 2012

Atlas Shrugged as do the Republicans


Let me make one thing quite clear. At heart, I am a republican—but not in a million years would I vote for any of the versions of republicanism that pollute the American expression of the concept today.

The young man aspiring to becoming a VP of the USA is said to be an admirer of Ayn Rand. As a matter of fact, so was Alan Greenspan, the ex-Chairman of the Federal Reserve (the only organization in the US which seems to operate outside the laws of the land) and he hasn’t done the economy much good either. Or so I am told.

So let them take the example from Atlas Shrugged, a novel I would have enjoyed more if it were exactly half its length. Nevertheless, Ayn created a reality she called “Galt’s Gulch”, where the “brains of the world” (i.e. of the USA), built a town protected from the ungodly eyes of the masses by a “ray screen” of invisibility. There they, the (principally business or financial) brains, patted each other on the back, telling themselves how magnificent they were, how marvelous it was to be protected and apart from the working classes. A little like a “Gated Conclave” of the rich in Florida.


I have a suggestion.

Let the rich, the 0.001% of Americans, use their untold billions (trillions?) of private money they’d accumulated to buy an island, somewhere, anywhere, and follow Any Rand’s solution. Let them create a “Mitt Gulch” or a “Ryan Gulch” and protect it with whatever means they want. I promise not to come near it. Let them stew in their own fat.

There would be but one condition. Only the rich would be allowed on the shores of the Mitt/Ryan Gulch. No one whose hands were ever soiled by an honest day’s work would be allowed to join the “chosen few”. Oh my—this sounds almost biblical, which is just as well. The present day republicans love to misrepresent the Bible. (“Don’t love your enemies, kill them instead. You make more money that way.”) Let them enjoy their hidden Atlantis. And good riddance.


I give them about a month.

Then they would beg for the “workers” to come and be exploited by them. For minimum wage, of course. They would prove, once and for all, that Daniel Defoe was right: that “No man is an island unto himself”. No matter how rich.


PS. You might want to try my version of Atlas Shrugged, the Headless World, which at least offers a lasting solution. You might enjoy it. 






August 30, 2012

Survival of the Fittest?


Poor Darwin, little did his know…

For how long? For how long will the fittest survive?

Does it matter? Shall we live long enough to contract the dozens of diseases which seem to be the predominantly the domain of the old?

BBC News reports that “In 2010, 1.3 million of over 65s had cancer. The figure is predicted to reach 4.1m within 30 years.” Add to it Alzheimer’s, dementia, osteoporosis, rheumatoid arthritis, angina pectoris, hypertension, strokes, various other heart diseases, and start thinking. Isn’t nature trying to tell us something?


Think about it. It seems that Nature (capital N, if you will) is telling us that we are doing something wrong.

It used to be that some claimed to be World War II survivors. Then came survivals of massive earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions and some other major natural disasters. Now we take a few pills and we call ourselves “cancer survivors”, “liver transplant survivors”, I heard of “car-accident survivors”. Soon we shall hear of “headache or stomach-ache survivors”. Then the name will apply to Asian flue and Syphilis.

Give me a break!

However, with the exception of fairy stories propagated by the Vatican, no one ever was declared a “life survivor”. Not one. There may be a reason for it. If the illustrious scientists extend our death throes for a few extra years, will that really make us happy? Is that what we want from what most call “life”? Our body matures, stops developing by the age somewhere between 18 and 25. After that? Well, after that for a little while we maintain our equilibrium then, first slowly, then faster and faster we advance towards death. It’s a long, often painful, process.

No matter how many trillions of dollars of our money the scientists spend trying to extend the dying process of our bodies—we shall die.


It’s not a question of if only of—when.


Isn’t it time for people to begin thinking of a “different type” of survival? Something that does not involve our slowly dilapidating, gradually incapacitating bodies; our waning memories, our shrinking sight, hearing, muscle tone…

When will people accept that they are immortal? Not their bodies, which are subject to the laws of the physical universe that the scientists are not even beginning to understand, but their real Selves.



If you’d like to know what might lie in our future try one of my novels from the Winston’s Trilogy. It is called Winston’s Kingdom. Of course, you might prefer to read parts one: One Just Man, and two: Elohim—Masters and Minions, first.






September 2, 2012

Autism and other mutations?



Not all is lost. Not yet. According to H.P. Blavatsky’s Esoteric Buddhism, we still have a few years of Kali Yuga in which to catch up. Almost another 320,000 years. But time flies. So lets hurry and get back to Charlie Rose.

The same series organized by PBS which compelled me to write “The Brain” blog, also brought us the program on Autism. Alas, as always, the famous doctors agreed that anything that deviates from the norm, from average, is a sickness.

“If you are not like me, you must be sick”, seems to be their dictum. Well, they’re almost right—in part.

Our way of life is organized to best serve those who conform to each other. We drive on the same side of the road. We eat similar foods (mostly triple burgers? I said similar, not same). We try to speak the same language although elocution seems to be a lost art. Etc, etc.

But there is a deeper, a much deeper problem.

The differences between us originate in 3 different sources. One, they can be genetic—we inherit our inadequacies. Two, we acquire them through lack of understanding how the world works (this includes the contagions). And three, it results from nature’s attempts to advance our evolution.

That item last has been discovered, though not yet confirmed by scientists, only some 5-6 years ago. Autism is the result not of deviations of a single gene, but whole groups of genes, which combine in a different order only AFTER they leave the donor. This is true of both sperm and/or ovum. By that I mean that BOTH parents were completely ‘normal’, meaning that they could cope in the environment in which most people function. Yet their child, male or female, is born with autistic tendencies, often demonstrating enormous skills/talents in some fields of endeavour.

In cases of autism, only one of the three causative factors is present. From perfectly ‘normal’ parents, in perfectly ‘normal’ environment, the children are wired differently.


This single fact will, one day, lead the scientists not to attempt (almost always unsuccessfully) to ‘cure’ the autistic condition, but try to cooperate with nature in her evolutionary attempts to advance our species.

Science, like evolution, advances very slowly—at snail’s pace. The material reality is a work in progress. Many mutations don’t work. But one day, some man or woman will become very famous by advancing the theory stated above. And then, usually it takes about 10-15 years before a discovery reaches the financial coffers that enable the ‘scientists’ to begin their research in earnest, we shall change our view of autism. We shall observe the children with curiosity and admiration as one would observe heroes who took the first steps to manifest Homo Superior.

If you are very young, and if you live long enough, you might actually see it happen. Good luck. Of course, once the ‘scientists’ recognize the truth of my words, we the ‘normal’ people will become redundant. Except for those who will be looking forward to their next reincarnation.

Like I said, we only have 320,000 years to go.




September 4, 2012

An Alien amongst Us?


Just think. 200,000 leaves on a single oak. It’s like a small town of leaves, living together, in harmony, without strife or jealousy. Not at all like humans. And a clump of trees would be like a city, with each tree a borough. Finally we have a nation, I mean a forest—a multitude of towns and cities—the leaves growing into millions, many millions—still all living in harmony, without jealousy or strife. Still not at all like humans. Indeed, acorns are from an alien species.

Perhaps we just don’t like harmony.

And then we have a continent of forests. Reminds you of anything?

Each autumn the leaves turn yellow, just like human skin, then shrivel, just like human skin, and then die. We do, too, we just take a bit longer. But while the leaves live they, through the magic of photosynthesis, turns carbon dioxide into air that others can breath and enjoy their own life. Throughout their annual cycle they contribute to the life of others, they make the world a better, richer place.

Do we do that? Most of us? Do we make the world a better place? Annually?


Evolution brought us to a certain point and then we ate an apple. Both of us. Adam and Eve. (I know, it’s all symbolic). And thus, symbolically, this gave us the power to say no. No to nature, no to the gifts that the leaves still possess, while we seem to have lost ours. Whatever they were. Don’t you ever wonder what were our, human attributes? What was it that would make us superior to an oak tree that gives, year in and year out, all it has, to make this world of ours a better place?

And if you don’t wonder then should you be surprised that about a billion people think that fairly soon we shall all be recycled, to start again?

That’s what they think in the East.

Here many believe that on arrival in heaven, and for ever-after, we shall continue to wonder if ever, if in any single year, or throughout our lifetime, we contributed to our world as much as every oak does year in and year out.

At least when we die, our bodies, or ashes, fertilize the earth, (like the leaves do, every year) making this a better place. Perhaps we are worth more dead than alive.


Just wondering…


For the real story of Adam and Eve, you might try my essay #50, Eve, in Beyond Religion I Series. It is an inquiry in the Nature of Being. You might find it interesting.




September 6, 2012

Secrets Dispelled


The fundamentalists must have hated him, yet he used to fill the Carnegie Hall to the brim. 2,804 seats plus standing room. It was a start. Then came his books. His name was Emmet Fox. A man I admired for many years once said that wisdom is a perfect balance between knowledge and love. He considered these two as an amalgam that keeps the world together. Or so it seemed to me.

Emmet Fox was teaching us who we really are. Now he’s dead. Luckily, knowledge is omnipresent. Even the most paltry atom knows how to behave, how to act, which way to spin, how to hold on to its electrons. That’s a lot of functions, more than most people perform consciously at the same time.

No matter. They say we have evolution on our side. So they say. Actually we don’t, though scientists would never agree. Yet, whenever nature attempts to upset the status quo with most innocuous innovation, all established seats of power rise up in defense. They all, yes, all of them, want to confine evolution to whatever we, men, or better said, they—the scientists, say is the right change, the right direction to advance.

They, my friends, are wrong.

No weapon of mass destruction advances evolution.

No political system advanced us on the evolutionary path. There was hope for democracy until we saw the behaviour of both, the lower (the house of reps.) and the upper houses (the Senate) of the USA in recent years.

Likewise, no religion took us a step closer to becoming better people—some individuals, perhaps, but certainly not as a species. Killing from 30,000 feet up in the air, suicide bombers, and priestly shenanigans with under-aged boys are living proof of this.

Furthermore, everything that advances our civilization seems to be in direct opposition to the advance of our culture. Look at any art form and compare it to the Renaissance. Barring exceptions, it’s pitiful.



We must choose. Either we shall continue to become more materially dependent on technological gismos of the very, very rich providers, or we shall turn the page and ask ourselves three little words.


Who am I?


And then we might attempt to define ourselves not by what we own, or whom we know, or what we can do, or how much money we make or have, or how many enemies we killed for the glory of “democracy”, not even how much power we wield—but who we really are.

Then, and only then, there is a chance to reverse the trend of devolution. Look around you. There is still time for the few. For the masses I lost hope. Perhaps you can reverse the trend at least for yourself. The book below might help. It dispels DELUSIONS. Believe me, there are many. More than most of us can handle.




September 8, 2012

Killing is such fun!


A few facts.

According to Stockholm International Peace Research Institute, total world spending on military during 2011 amounted $1.74 trillion in USD. And the USA must be proud. They alone have spent $711 billion, which is more than twice as much as the next 4 big spenders put together. There is absolutely no doubt that the USA have the ambition to be by far the world’s biggest killers. Fun, isn’t it?

There was a time when Alexander the Great had that privilege, then the Roman Empire, and look what happened to them. There were others, before them and since. Do you remember many? Even history seems to have forgotten.

Perhaps there is something to the saying that “he who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.”

Do you think this also applies to bullets? Bombs? Missiles? Other weapons of mass destruction?



There is an (unfortunate?) universal law that applies to all laws and to all of us, wherever we might be:


Ignorance of law in no excuse for breaking it.”


If you jump of the roof, you will fall. If you don’t eat, you will starve to death; if you hit a wall, the wall will hit you back with equal if opposite force. There are also laws of ethics, of logic, and many others. Buddha, Socrates, Moses, Plato, Yeshûa, Newton, yes, men from all walks of life, tried hard to imprint some of those laws on the human mind. We are in danger of dying by a force equal to that by which we live. Be it a sword, or bullet or an a-bomb. In this life or the next. Balance will be restored.

The laws have nothing to do with any religion. If you don’t believe me, try my Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism. These really are universal laws. And by the way, you don’t have to drop a bomb to commit murder. The bodies don’t matter that much. As a matter of fact the bodies are not real. The murder, like adultery, takes place in your mind.


Nevertheless, the Great Masters spoke in vain. Some listened—the vast majority did not. Still don’t. That is why so many are called and only so very few are chosen. Yet, it is always our choice. We and only we can decide if we wish to be among the chosen few.

Most don’t. Most enjoy killing.

Well, allow me to disappoint all the arms manufactures and dealers. We are immortal. You might kill our bodies but we, the real WE survive. I cannot be sure about you, though.





September 10, 2012

The Innocent


It is always a question of balance. With the neutral Creative Force^^1^^ being omnipresent, we alone are responsible for maintaining the balance. If we forget that all realities are set on automatic, we’ll never understand their workings. The centrifugal and centripetal forces in our solar system work in synchronicity. Again, it is a question of delicate balance.

This holds true for material, emotional and mental realities. The law that enforces it is Karma, or the Law of cause and effect.

It has been said that, “It is better that a 1000 guilty get away than one innocent be punished unfairly”.

Actually the number varies from ten to a thousand, depending on the source. Some ascribe this law to legal theorist Maimonides. “It is better and more satisfactory to acquit a thousand guilty persons than to put a single innocent one to death.” Others reach back to the ancient days: “If I find in Sodom fifty righteous within the city, then I will spare all the place for their sakes.” We all know the story.


Back to the Innocents.

The ‘non-righteous’ will have no choice but to restore the balance they upset anyway (omnipresent consciousness ‘operates’ beyond the limitations of space and time). We could eliminate them for they own good. Only to do that, we would have to be able to predict their future and we, well… we can’t even predict if it will rain tomorrow.

On the other hand if we were to eliminate a single ‘righteous’ one we would add to the mess created by others, without any positive return. And the constructive qualities of ‘good’ are so great, compared to the ‘bad’ ones that the math simply wouldn’t work. Look into the past. A few innocents have done more good than 1000s of guilty ones. The math really works.


But there is an overriding universal law that also comes into play. It asserts that love is the most powerful force in the universe. It is the force that holds the universe, indeed all of us, together. It could be compared to the centripetal force. Unfortunately, in a dualistic reality we must balance it with the centrifugal force, and… the opposite of love is power; [see Essay #5 Power, in Beyond Religion I] The material world isn’t, nor can it be perfect. But it creates conditions in which we, individualized units of consciousness, can learn the fastest.

Thus balance must be maintained in the material, emotional and mental realities. Either that, or we shall fall apart. Our consciousness operates from a very fragile, superbly balanced entity designed for learning.

It is up to us to make sure that we do.



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September 12, 2012

Why Peter and Paul?

(My forthcoming Historical Novel)



Dozens asked me this question. Peter and Paul symbolize the irrepressible duo, which defines the human entity. It is expressed in the saying:


Many are called but few are chosen”.


In the historical context Peter stands for the chosen few. The few upon whose ‘shoulders’ the church was to be built. The word ‘church’, symbolizes the mindset, which adds up to the Hebraic nephesh, translated by biblical scholars as ‘soul’, which we know as the subconscious.

Paul, on the other hand, stands for the masses, “the ocean of thoughts”, or for the many that are called. Thoughts originate from past experiences as well as from the unconscious, i.e. the field of infinite potential. Yet the matter is not that simple. Without the masses regimented by Paul, Peter would have a hard time finding ‘the few’. Ergo, we (our tumultuous thoughts) are all indispensible. The cooperation between the two, between Peter and Paul, could be compared to a selective process. First get to all who show the slightest interest. Then get them more interested. Finally, those “chosen few” take it upon themselves to continue the good works. And what are the good works? They are a conscious commitment to the search for the infinite potential welling within us. They are the mindset that affirms the Psalmist’s statement: “ye are gods”.

It is a journey that ends in infinity.

Of course, the good works results mostly from restoring the balance. When we are told to feed the hungry, heal the sick, help the poor, it is not to become “holier-than-thou”. We may be feeding their bodies, but we hope that our ministrations will restore their faith in their purpose—that it will restore the balance in their minds.

Sooner or later we shall all learn that altruism is not an attribute of a generous person, but a trait necessary for our survival. Why, you ask?

Paul knew that, but he didn’t know why. Peter did.

Peter knew that at the very core of our existence we are all one. By giving to others, we enrich ourselves. We enrich our subconscious, i.e. our soul.

This above is NOT a sermon. It is a statement that pertains to our survival. The consciousness we now display will remain in our subconscious forever. Or… be deemed unsavory, not worth saving, erased. It would be as though we haven’t lived.

It would be lost forever.

And that, my friends, is a very, very long time. Our true nature is revealed in the Gospel of Thomas, which I discussed in my book, Key to Immortality. You might enjoy it.




September 14, 2012

Peter and Paul, sequel to Yeshûa[*?*]


They had it really tough… The historical novel Peter and Paul is now in its final (proof) reading. Quite unwittingly, it became a natural sequel to one of my favourite bestsellers: Yeshûa—Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus. If you enjoyed Yeshûa, you’ll enjoy Peter and Paul. Guaranteed! (I don’t live in Jericho—I must blow my own trumpet!)

Seriously, I tried to be as historically correct as I could be, while delving into what, I thought, must have been the mindset of my two protagonists. Let us not forget that, with Israel under occupation, and the Roman Empire itself in a constant state of ferment, Peter and Paul were setting out against tremendous odds. In addition to obvious lack of funds, they were treated as blasphemers against the faith of Moses and the Prophets. The Jews, and pretty much everybody else, hated them. After all, Romans, Greeks, Egyptians and others had their own, well-established, religions. The priesthood of each group was willing to fight for their personal convictions and interests—to the death. Not their own death, of course. And, as you will learn, the priests fight dirty.

There was a lot at stake.

We must not forget that the upkeep of the Temple in Jerusalem, and the countless magnificent temples of other various religions, took money. Lots of money. And other than in Israel, there were no official tithes. And even in Israel, the tithes had to support not only the upkeep of the temple. While there were many different tithes, or taxes, essentially the Hebrew law demands a 10% tithe to be paid to the Levites, who didn’t contribute anything to the economy. Rather like the overwhelming majority of the priesthood and the politicians of today.

When all is said and done, the new Christians, who initially had been considered as nothing more than yet another Jewish sect (there were a few), yet were unwilling to pay tithes. Also, those in power claimed that only they, who had the monopoly on the established, ‘traditional’ interpretation of the Torah, were right. Again, rather like the Vatican or the fundamentalist sects today. Add the same aggressive rebellion of all the other religions of the day, and you have a beehive in which the new coverts had to navigate in order to survive. Many didn’t.

And we think we have it tough?

Today, our ‘governments’ will still put us in jail for not paying taxes (tithes imposed without our acquiescence), but at least we are unlikely to be stoned to death by a disgruntled group of politicians or civil servants. At least… not for now.



September 16, 2012

Immortality Now?


Such simple words yet so often so very misunderstood. There is another way to look at the concept expressed by Peter and Paul (above). You might say that Paul, going for ‘quantity’ embodies the past and the future. The long lost memories, the dreams of things yet to come. Peter, however, knows the truth. He knows that immortality is the quintessence of a single instant of eternity.

It is not easy to reconcile eternity with NOW. Yet, in a strange way they are synonymous. When you touch infinity, time stops. It is not that it is limited to a single instant. It is that the single instant embodies all eternity. There is no ‘was’ or ‘will be’. There is only IS.

And yet this enigmatic IS exists in infinite potential and in endless becoming. It sounds like an oxymoron but when you experience it, it will become real.

While the future, even though is already exists in its potential guise, due to its infinite possible configurations is unknowable, the moment of Truth encompasses all possible eternities. Perhaps that is why we, the Human species have called it the Divine. Though it cannot be embraced by our mind, it can be experienced by our consciousness, which has no limitations.


Because our consciousness is the individualization of the omnipresent Eternal. In consciousness we are inseparable from that that IS. There are ephemeral moments in our lives of indescribable joy, filling us with euphoria that sometimes lingers on for minutes; then dissipates into the illusion of our material life. Such moments are beyond anything offered by any religion.


As we can see, such ‘isness’ cannot be put into words. Many have tried—few, if any, succeeded. We have the Songs of Solomon, Isaiah’s verses: “For unto us a child is born”, Jalaluddin Rumi’s euphoric aspirations… they come close, but…

We cannot define the indefinable without limiting it.

Our mind can handle the concept of NOW only as pertaining to the past—albeit, to billions of years. I attempted to do so in my novel NOW—Being and Becoming. Try it. You might like it. (If you are not yet a ‘Kindlelite’, it is also available in paperback).




September 18, 2012

I and my Father


He who initiated this discussion is no longer with us. He said, simply, I and my father are one. He was right, of course, it cannot be otherwise. All is One, thus the two cannot be apart. Not really. Not if you accept that there really only is One—that there is a single consciousness, which manifests in infinite diversity. Cosmos beyond cosmos, worlds without end. Yes, all expressions of a single consciousness. The Progenitor of them all.

It used to be that we thought the ‘visible’ stars constituted our universe. Now, according to the astronomers, they represent only 4% of the physical reality. The rest is “dark matter”, and mostly “dark energy”. One day they’ll discover that the universe they perceive is all illusory, that reality, the true reality, is only consciousness.

So what of ‘I’? What of my own individual expression of the omnipresent consciousness?

There is a well know saying that you are where your attention is. When you and I regard anything, when we place our attention on anything, anything at all, we do so from a single or singular point of view. By being omnipresent, the One can do so from infinity of viewpoints. Thus the expression of the infinite in us is always unique. Yet we, by looking out, so to speak, offer individuality of vision that is equally unique. No one can see what we see in exactly the same way. Thus, the two abide in indispensible, indivisible union. We truly are One.


I’d written an essay on the subject of: “I and my Father” in 1997. I read it today. Nothing has changed. In the field of consciousness, time is very relative. As with mathematics, it often stops. The stasis lingers for a little while—then starts again. We are suspended in that fleeting moment between the two chronological movements. Or, if you prefer, we move between the two moments of stasis. Your choice, depending on the scale.

If interested, the essay #13 in my collection is titled “One”, and is part of Beyond Religion volume II. In it I cite a statement by Daryl Reanney. He said: “…what the egoless mind sees is unity.” It is from a book he wrote, After Death, A new Future for Human Consciousness. It is a strange title, one might think, as Mr. Reanney was a distinguished molecular biologist, teaching at universities on New Zealand and Australia.

No priest I ever met said or implied such a thing. It took a scientist. A very rare scientist.

Nevertheless, I think he was right.




September 20, 2012


It has been known for some time that rats confined to a relatively small space, tend to develop aggressive characteristics. Recent research in the Central Animal Facility in Guelph, Ontario, confirms those established findings, and adds that if rats, in addition to spatially restricted confinement, are deprived of any ‘interesting’ activity (such as resting on a PVC tube, or gnawing on or pushing around a Nylabone, a nylon chew product) their stress factor is considerably increased.

Rats are mammals. So are we.

We live in ever more confined spaces, our technology deprives us of the use of the full capacity of our brain. More and more our electronic toys do our thinking for us. Even adding up.

As for ‘congestion’, the following is extrapolated from Wikipedia:


the world population reached one billion in 1804. 123 years later in 1927, it reached two billion. By 1960, only 33 years later, it reached three billion; four billion by 1974; five billion by 1987; six billion by 1999 and, according to United States Census Bureau, we have reached seven billion by March 2012, although the United Nations estimated that we reach seven billion already in October 2011.

Some say we shall reach ELEVEN BILLION BY 2050.


As mentioned, rats when confined in small places and deprived of their ‘toys’ which stimulates thinking, go mad. They attack each other, seemingly without a reason. They are becoming vicious, murderous, ‘unreasonable’. In other words, deranged. Mad.

Remind you of anyone?

The other species which is acting in a similar way is called Homo sapiens, commonly referred to a men and women. Our religious powerhouses still advocate procreation at the fastest rate possible, presumably to gain additional ‘tithes’ they can collect from their newborn sheep. This is true of both: Islam and Christian religions, as well as political power-mongers who wish to increase their tax-base.

In the meantime, 35,676,000 rats are squeezed into Tokyo; 21,163,226 into the Metro Area of Mexico City; 19,672,582 into Sao Paulo; 19,439,000 into Cairo; and a mere 14,837,510 into Moscow. These are the most populous cages. By comparison, New York is a tiny cage confining only 8,244,910 of us.

Ah… sorry, I meant people—not rats.

Who knows how many rats there are in those cities? But they are going mad, anyway. Yes, both rats and people. Other animals will soon follow suit.


The only government that seems to care about the human race, a government that imposed restrictions on their population growth is the terrible, horrid, atheistic, communist government of ‘red’ China. They care. We, the enlightened, freedom-loving, democratic, religious bunch don’t give a damn. And, I strongly suspect, soon, very soon, we shall be damned. Or go mad.


Possible consequences of overpopulation are suggested in my novel Gift of Gamman, a Sci-Fi novel that might be of interest to you. Enjoy!




September 22, 2012

Not of this World



I’ve struggled for years. I fought, rebelled, wouldn’t let go. Finally, I remembered. “Be in this world but not of this world”. How did Yeshûa know even then? In the meantime I fought, tried to persuade, point out that the reality we take as real—isn’t. It just isn’t real.

Never mind that we are essentially empty space.

If one lives, say, in England, and visits France, Spain, Italy etc, for a short while, one shall be ‘in’ those countries by not ‘of’ those countries. One shall be a passerby. I thought I was convincing. My friends called it mumbo-jumbo.

And then I had a dream.

Each day, around five in the afternoon, I lie down in my bedroom for a moment of quiet. I relax my body using self-induced hypnosis, then wait to see what, if anything might happen. Sometimes I try to induce some effects, but, well, more often then not, I fall asleep for about 10 to 15 minutes. Sometimes I dream.

This time I dreamed, with a difference.

I dreamed that I am lying down on my deckchair at my tiny terrace outside. Suddenly, without any warning, I was floating some 10 feet above the deckchair. Nice dream, thought. I looked over my shoulder and saw the land descending gently towards a lustrous expanse of water. In spite of its mirror surface, I knew it was flowing languidly from left to right. The next instant I was suspended the same 10 feet over its surface.

“Fantastic!” I thought. “I wander how it feels…”

Even as the thought was formulating in my mind, I found myself under its surface, floating, hardly feeling the caress of the tepid water, watching in utter amazement the individual grains of sand at the bottom. Towards the shore, multi-hued pebbles drew my attention. Then I became aware of the sunrays splitting its light into an iridescent kaleidoscope of colours caressing the liquid crystal around me.

It was then that I became aware that people like me couldn’t breathe under the water. The next instant I was hovering the same 10 feet over the deckchair, on my terrace.

“If I fall down from this height, I’m bound to break something”, I mused.

Even as a touch of fear set in, I opened my eyes to see the familiar ceiling and wall of my bedroom. I was lying, peacefully, on my bed.

In this world but not of this world…

Which was real, I wondered. Which is where I have my real being, and which is just a transient instant on my eternal journey. In my heart I knew the answer.

I learned another thing. I learned that heaven is not for the fearful. It is designed for the brave at heart. This fact is, perhaps, best exemplified by the courage of the two protagonists in my forthcoming historical novel Peter and Paul. They, too, searched for the true reality. The book tells you how they found it. Another of my novels which explores other realities is WALL — Love, Sex, and Immortality.




September 24, 2012

Was Jesus Married?


First, the name Jesus is meaningless. His name, and we all know whose, was Yeshûa, not Jesus. In Hebrew, Yeshûa (an abbreviated form of Yehoshûa), means “Yah is salvation”, that is in no way reflected in the Greek version of his misspelled, mispronounced name, which the ignorant religions adopted.

Why? And this is the punch line.

Because, once outside Israel, those in charge didn’t want anyone to know the meaning of his name. Instead, they wanted to make him into a Messiah, who died for their sins, and thus they could break ALL the commandments and still go to some elusive destinations they called heaven. The religious heaven is nothing more then a carrot, just as hell is a stick, both designed to control people. According to Yeshûa’s teaching, heaven and hell are both states of consciousness, not some harebrained idea devised by religions.

And this brings me back to Yeshûa’s marriage or lack of such. The matter is of no consequence. Moses taught people how to live, here on earth. Yeshûa taught people spiritual truth ONLY. Whether one married or remained celibate never entered into the picture. What our actions did to our minds, to our states of consciousness, was of primary importance. Of course, the two are interconnected, but one is the cause, the other the effect. Yeshûa was concerned with the cause.

In the Gnostic Gospel of Thomas (Key to Immortality, logion 114), some of his disciples, probably as ignorant as most of us are today, wanted Mary to get out from their inner circle (just like the clique in the Vatican today), because “women are not worthy of the Life”.

To which Yeshûa replied:

See, I shall lead her, so that I will make her male, that she too may become a living spirit, resembling you males. For every woman who makes herself male will enter the Kingdom of Heaven.”

Now, if we leave this to the avowed fundamentalists, Yeshûa would have to perform a surgical operation of great complexity. Alternatively, he was referring to her state of consciousness, offering to inspire her to be guided more by her conscious mind, then to react to her subconscious. In biblical symbolism, woman always symbolizes the human ‘soul’, or nephesh, which stands for the subconscious.

For those not aware of it yet, “living spirit” is consciousness aware of its divine attributes. ‘Raised’ consciousness is spirit. Read Isaiah 9:6 to see what I mean. It is not to be confused with the ‘animal’ consciousness that generates ego, or that which sets us apart. Nevertheless, the “living spirit” is omnipresent, whether we are aware of it or not.

Consequently, whether Yeshûa was married or not is only important to people who suffer from the need to control women, or for women who want to use this inconsequential tidbit to free themselves from such a control. Most women I know have freed themselves from the sacerdotal need to control others.

More power to them.




September 26, 2012

Something for Nothing


You cannot keep it. It just cannot be done. Unless you take possession of anything in your consciousness, you are going to lose it. If you can hold it in your hand, or in any aspect of you that is transient, that which you hold is also transient. And… the loss of such items, loss with the accrued interest, may be very painful.

But why, you may well ask?

There are a number of reasons. First we must remember that whatever we can hold in our hands, like silver or gold, or a piece of paper with a title, which makes our ego swell, is essentially empty space. This, as you know, is not a religious statement but scientific. See my previous blogs or read Delusions—Pragmatic Realism.

So, if whatever we can perceive with our senses is virtually non-existent, it is only in our consciousness that we can give it sustained reality. A person can die, and we still love them. The buildings I designed may be lying in ruin, but the designs still ‘live’ in my mind, my imagination. Ideas and even feeling have a much longer shelf-life than anything tangible. Mozart, Mendelssohn, Verdi are long dead, but their true possessions live on. They will forever belong to them. They are an intrinsic part of their consciousness; of the essence of their being. Some people call it spirit—but consciousness will suffice. Not consciousness as we know it, not the consciousness generated by our biological construct, but the immortal consciousness which is indestructible, together with all the wealth we acquired and stored within in. Like Mozart, or any other individualized consciousness that is bringing out that which is immortal from the infinite potential… for others to share in.

Their priceless gifts of love.




September 28, 2012



To most of us, this word is better known as “holy war”. No, it hadn’t been invented by the Moslem. It is the idea of the Crusaders, backed with great ardor by popes and ‘saints’ alike. It had been the Christians, who invented the concept of Jihad, of justifiable murder. Only we did it in the name of the Prince of Love. In the name of Yeshûa.


Thou shalt not kill, said Moses. Oh, yes, you may, replied Pope Gregory VII, after he bravely overcame initial qualms. Those had been long cleared up by an early 5th century by Saint (!), Augustine of Hippo, in his City of God dissertation. He, the saint, liked writing works on Christian Doctrine. Why love them when you can kill them? Sounds like a hippie proposition.

By the time of the first crusade, some 500 years later, the ground, I mean the doctrine, has been clearly set.

Thou shalt not kill? Oh, yes you may, confirmed Pope Urban II, by now sure of his righteousness. Love your enemy, affirmed Yeshûa. Only after I murder them, apparently. Turn the other cheek? I wonder if Urban II was smiling an inane smile when he blessed the first Crusaders setting out on their tour of duty.


So what of Jihad?

In Arabic, the word means ‘struggle’ and, so they say, it is a religious duty of Muslims. Wikipedia defines it as: “A religious war with those who are unbelievers in the mission of Muhammad… (there is more).

Welcome to the club.

There is one consolation. Crusades lasted only a little over 100 years (1096-1204), thus there is a good chance that if what is happening at present in Moslem countries could be regarded as a form of Jihad, then in a mere 80 years or so they will reach the same level of sanity which we, the Christians have reached in comparative time. Of course, they might not benefit from the good services of Philip IV, of France, who managed to murder most, and outlaw the rest of the Crusaders. We shall see.

Of course, in the 12th century Pope Lucius III created the concept of inquisition to combat heresy, and the church continued to burn heretics, alive, until Joseph Bonaparte abolished such peccadilloes in early nineteenth century. The Holy Office had fun while it lasted.

Since history is said to have the habit of repeating itself, we can look forward to only some 80 years of continued Jihads, and then… to a around a millennium of homicidal excesses based on the explicit examples set out by the Great Inquisition.

Unless… unless the Moslem are much, much more advanced as human beings then Christians were during the last two thousand years.

We shall see.



In my Essay #49 the matter is discussed in greater depth. You can find it in my collection Beyond Religion Volume 3.



More info. in I Segreti del Vaticano by Corrado Augias




September 30, 2012



They say that he was the wisest of them all. Well, think again. He wasn’t. Offering to cut a baby in two is not my idea of wisdom, not even to arrive at the truth. So let’s pretend that that was just his warped sense of humor.


In Hebrew the word ‘Solomon’ means: “peace, peaceable, welfare and/or well-being”. There is no reference to wisdom, although it could be argued that it took wisdom to maintain peace. Although we are told that Solomon was later given another name, Jedidiah, which while meaning “Jah is friend, or, beloved of Jah” there’s still no mention of wisdom.


David, Solomon’s dad, was forbidden to build a temple. The reason was simple. We are to hold the sacred in our hearts, not in a building of polished stone and timber. Solomon, in his (lack of) wisdom, ignored that. With his heart full of pride, first he built a royal palace for himself, and then put his loins to good use with 700 wives and 300 concubines. Some claim he did so to gain political connections, only there weren’t that many connections to be made. If you wish to learn more about his sexual prowess, read Visualization—Creating Your Own Universe. You will be amazed!

Also, for the time being, he had neither time, nor money, nor materials, to build a temple.


Later he got an idea. Instead of separating church and state he installed himself, as king, on the top of the priesthood. Thus, having all authority on his side, he set out to build himself a temple, to his eternal glory. It never crossed his mind that he, as much as you and I, are the temples of god.

Solomon did to Judaism what Julius II did to Christianity.

In Chronicles Chapter 2, we learn just how he did it.


And Solomon numbered all the strangers that were in the land of Israel… and they were found an hundred and fifty thousand and three thousand and six hundred. (That’s 153,600)

And he set threescore and ten thousand of them to be bearers of burdens, and fourscore thousand to be hewers in the mountain, and three thousand and six hundred overseers to set the people a work.”(This adds up to 70,000 + 80,000 + 3,600)


His concept of slave labour was perfect. Not wise, but pure and simple. Peaceful? Only if the slaves went quietly. Or perhaps the ‘peace’ only applied to the welfare of Israel, not to ‘strangers’.

Not much has changed…


And now imagine. In spite of Solomon and Julius II, and thousands of others’ building monuments to their transient, material glory, the I AM manifestation still thrives in our hearts. Welcome to the club of the Immortals.




October 04, 2012

Point of view


Sometime ago, I wrote an essay, Mirror of a Lesser God, which dealt with problems we all encounter in marriage. It has been inspired by a movie entitled Children of a Lesser God, although other than a partial title, it had nothing to do the film. Of course, in relation to the Source of Infinite Potential, we are all children, if for no other reason that we have infinity of growth in front of us. We’re immortal, remember?

Now after years of observations, I note that what is true of marital relationships holds true for the rest of humanity. We are only capable of seeing those errors in others, which we harbor, perhaps deep below the surface of our consciousness, in ourselves. I am reminded of the biblical saying that god’s eyes are too pure to see evil. Well, ours are not. We are rather good in perceiving evil in those we live with; also in governments, churches, teachers, perhaps co-workers. In all people other than in our own selves.


Of course, there is not such thing as evil. Ask any accused. There is only a difference of opinion. Yet the direct consequence of disagreement is that we invariably blame others for our own (hidden) inadequacies.

Those who have a-bombs shout the loudest to stop others from having them. “Keep the taxes down”, scream the richest amongst us. “We love peace”, shout the manufacturers and dealers in arms louder than anyone else in the world. The rest of us think of ourselves as being above such mundane weaknesses. To repeat, our eyes are not too pure to see inequities in others.

Love thy enemies? You must be kidding!

What is more, our recollection of events in interpersonal relations is NEVER objective, as we, all of us, are capable of looking at things from a single point of view. Even a child knows that things (events) look different from different sides, yet we, adults, tend to forget this self-evident limitation.

There is a way out.

Judge not, and you shall not be judged: condemn not, and you shall not be condemned…”^1^

Of course, we could say that this is an old, outdated, expression that belongs only to religious zealots.

Or… we could say that it has absolutely nothing to do with any religion, and see if it works in real life. National debt? Think of the trillions of dollars we’d save on armaments alone, if we did that!

But, you might ask, wouldn’t it be dangerous?

For whom? For the immortals?

[1] Luke 6:23




October 06, 2012

Wanton Destruction


Sometime ago, a very wise man by the name of Chris Hodges, reached some stunning conclusions. His sentiments ran thus:

We now live in a nation where doctors destroy health, lawyers destroy justice, universities destroy knowledge, governments destroy freedom, the press destroys information, religion destroys morals, and our banks destroy the economy.”

What can I say, when the man is right—he’s right.


Then I asked myself what, if any, other than the stupidity and greed of the perpetrators, might be the reason for all of the above. They say that every cause has an effect, and there no effects without underlying reasons.

Thus, what could have been, what is, the reason for the litany of devastation composed by Chris Hodges? I repeat, there must be a reason why all of the above, if true, is taking place.

I made a single all-inclusive suggestion in my book Delusions. Drawing on the vast compendium of knowledge amassed by H.P. Blavatsky, I concluded that, contrary to ‘evolutionist’, ecclesiastic or scientific theories, we are, in fact, in an accelerated process of devolution. Every item in Hodges’ list attests to that.

Is there a way out?

There is always a way out. First, we must remember that devolution concerns only the general direction that affects, and controls the masses. Individuals always have a choice. Quite simply, we must change the direction. Instead of becoming ever more materially minded, we must reverse direction and try to discover what is our true purpose. If we are concerned exclusively with our physical health, with justice without mercy or forgiveness, with control of people by extending the power of governing bodies, by lapping up all dehumanizing events reported by our news media, with supporting religions which have long forgotten the principles on which they have been built, and finally by using the services of organizations built exclusively on greed where material wealth is all that matters… then we are getting exactly what we are seeking.


Believe it or not, Peter and Paul (coming soon) had to face almost identical problems in their time. Has time stopped?

May I suggest that each one of us tries to make his or her own list of direct opposites of Hodges’ list. I did. My world is no longer devolving. To see alternate (dire?) possibilities, try my novel Headless World—The Vatican Incident.




October 08, 2012

Black or White Magic, or Love



The total Reality is ‘stored’ in our subconscious. It is a state of consciousness, made to measure, individualized by each one of us.

We create our heavens, our hells, our universes. We see the world as no one else can. Others can approximate our view, but never see it exactly as we do. That is why we are individuals—the inseparable components of the Whole. Love is the single most powerful force that enables us to do that. To be individuals.

If, within the universe of our creation, we are to be surrounded by people we love, than the time to start accumulating them is now. We don’t see people as they really are, only as we see them from a singular point of view. If we want to rub shoulders with them, or with anybody, for countless eon in our ‘heavens’ (long periods between reincarnations), we’d better start thinking of them, of all people, as they really are. And that is, to see them as the embodiments of I AM.

Yes, every single one of us is an embodiment of the immortal, perfect, indestructible I AM, which, all too often, has as much of a problem showing Itself through the mask of the physical (mental and emotional) shroud as we have in perceiving It. But It is there—quiet, undemanding, loving unconditionally.

Sounds absurd, doesn’t it. The most powerful force in the universe sits back and watches us doing the best we can. Why? Because love does not impose. Let us never forget that love is the opposite of power. The more power you have, the lesser is your love.

I wrote in an essay on Power:

“Power first proposes, then imposes, finally forces us to obey. “For our own good”, of course. It takes away our freedom of choice, offers to do our thinking for us, lowers our resistance until we succumb to it. Power corrupts our minds, our ability to be individuals, to respect individuality; but mostly it corrupts the one exercising such power over others. You must be noble before you can be corrupted. Corruption is another word for compromise. Both jeopardize ethics. The greater the compromise the greater the corruption. As I mentioned before, power is the opposite of love. You can always compromise on power, never on love.”

There is more.


For now let us remember that thoughts are ‘things’. If you think yourself sick long enough, sick you will get. The same applied to our thoughts directed at people. If we imagine someone in bad light such thought are paramount to Black Magic. To see them in good light—is White Magic. To see them as I AM—is to see them as they really are. Perfect. Friends for all eternity.




October 10, 2012

Green-eyed Monster



Money is not the root of evil. Love of money is. It seems that we, humans, never learn. We not only don’t improve, become more enlightened, but constantly search for more physical, sensual if not sexual satisfaction. We are descending from the heights of Edenic state of near-perfection to the animalistic expression of most primitive fauna. Why, you ask? Because of the Green-eyed Monster.

Because of greed.

CEO’s salaries come to mind. Thank god we are not all CEOs, or the average morality of the human race would descent to the abysmal depth of materialistic gutter.

Pease note the following.

In countries spanning from Japan, through Germany, France, Italy, Canada, South Africa, Britain, Mexico and Venezuela, the CEO’s salaries range from 11 times all the way to 50 times the wage of an average worker. 50 x average sounds like an incredibly greedy disparity until we look at a comparative ratio in the United States of America. There, believe it or not, the ratio is 325:1. In the good-old USA, the CEOs, on average, glut themselves with 325 times the salaries of the people they employ.

I thought I’ve heard the worst until on Tuesday Oct. 2nd, 2012, the ABC News reported: “2,400 millionaires received unemployment insurance benefits during the economic downturn…”

I thought this was a misprint until I read on. The report continued to say that:


“In 2009, 2,362 millionaires received unemployment benefits, down from 2,840 the year prior, according to a study from the Congressional Research Service, a non-partisan arm of U.S. Congress that provides policy and legal analysis. Of the 2,362 more than 1,000 receiving unemployment benefits had a household adjusted gross income of $1.5 million in 2009.”

There is greed and there is greed. But some people are no longer human. They are green-eyed monsters.

What we must never forget, however, is that the vast majority of us are good, honest, working folk, contributing to not only our own wellbeing but that of the whole society.



If you want to read more on the subject, I recommend my essay “The Green Eyed Monster” from my collection Beyond Religion III. It reaches further into the insidious aspect of envy. You can also get the book for virtually any other electronic reader listed on my webpage http://stanlaw.ca





October 12, 2012

Visualize your Reality


To visualize well, simply means, to imprint on our subconscious. That’s how our life manifests. That’s how history is made. That’s how we became what we are, today. That is how ‘miracles’ happen.

There is a fundamental difference between being (vaguely) aware of something and actually knowing something. It is comparable to the biblical expression that even if our faith were as small as a grain of mustard seed, we would move mountains. That is a metaphor, of course, but the essence is there. It is only when we commit knowledge deep enough to become part of our subconscious that it becomes integrated into our ‘true’ reality. Once there, it will, sooner or later, become manifest in our physical reality as well.

Why you may ask?

Because thoughts are the force behind the creative process, and our conscious mind is but a tip of the iceberg. The real power lies beneath the turbulent waters of our physical reality. It lies within the memory stored in our subconscious over millions, perhaps billions, of years.

To repeat, we must never forget that the physical reality we experience is the product of our thoughts and emotions. Whatever we truly believe in is real, to us, though sometimes only to us. No two people see reality in an identical way. That is as it should be, since diversity of expression is how the universe operates. By the universe I mean the sum total of the manifested, or the visible, tangible, world. Needless to say, an infinite number of alternative realities wait to be discovered within the, as yet un-manifested, infinite potential of our unconscious.

Yes. It is all within us. All of it. In its potential form.

Isn’t it fun?

The day we discover that we, and we alone, are the creators of the universe we live in, we begin to understand the concept of “ye are gods”. Of course, from that day on we can never again blame anyone for the universe we’ve created. It is like coming of age; like reaching adulthood; or, as Buddha would say, “of coming truly awake”. The potential for this awakening lies dormant within all of us. [If you don’t believe me, ask Buddha].

We imprint new realities on your subconscious by the process of visualization. To heal oneself we do not visualize the process of healing, but the result of it^.1^ We must see ourselves completely healthy, in every sense of the word. Those who accept the existence of one’s “Higher Self”, one’s spiritual component, must simply attempt to visualize one’s perfect I AM, and finding It’s expression in the physical reality. After all, I AM is perfect.

There is more about this in my book, Visualization — Creating Your Own Universe. You might even become a conscious creator of your reality. Try it.





[1]. Although some advocate visualizing the process of healing taking place. This seems to work only if one knows exactly what is wrong.




October 14, 2012

On Suffering


Gautama Buddha has done humanity a great disservice. Of course, the same can be said of most ‘saviors’, great teachers, sometimes known as gurus. Not that it was ever their fault. They spoke the truth. Only later men, too lazy to dig into deeper understanding, or just plain dishonest, either twisted or perverted their teaching to benefit financially, or to gain control over the minds of other people.

So what else is new, you might well ask?

Well, I intend to set the record straight.

The great Avatars had but one, single, purpose in mind, and that was to teach us how to be happy. Aristippus of Cyrene, the student of Socrates was right. He and the Hedonists got it right, though hardly anyone else did.

Show me a single statue of Buddha, which is not replete and elated in smiles. The name Krishna, his predecessor, simply means “pleasure”. “All Pleasure”, to be exact. And Yeshûa, affirmed that: “These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full.” If you want to know how to put it into practice, look at Francis of Assisi. There are, of course, other ways.


Just where is the suffering? Where’s the blood, the scourging, fasting, the “giving up”, the sacrifice, the misery, the thousand and one dos and don’ts imposed on the poor, befuddled, muddled, bewildered, disoriented, fazed, stupefied, mixed up, discombobulated sheep of various religions? Poor “believers”. If only they took the trouble to find out the truth behind the purported clarifications, elucidations, interpretations and exegeses of the learned (ever miserable) doctors of theology, and listened to the Masters themselves. If only…

If only… they, too, would be happy.


I wrote a little story (I called it ‘essay’) on, “Spiritual Life”. You’ll find it in Beyond Religion II, on Amazon Kindle. Or in Shakespir. Try to enjoy it, even if it hurts… just a little.




October 16, 2012



Moses had a problem. His people weren’t bad at obeying orders from well-trained Egyptians, but their creativity, let alone self-esteem, was non-existent. If they remained in Egypt any longer they would succumb to all the idols to which the Egyptians assigned all power. His people were slaves. They simply had no idea how to stand up on their own feet, how to cope on their own. Moses cogitated for hours, days, how he might awaken his people; how he could explain to them that the power to create lay within them. He dreamt of taking them out into the dessert, but with their present mindset they wouldn’t last a week.

And then he had an idea.

He’d tell them how the world came into being. Surely, even the dumbest amongst them would understand that. Only he would have to be careful. If he assigned the creative process to Yahweh, all would be lost. They would think that only Yahweh had the power. So he invented “Objects of Worship”. He called them Elohim. Like his people. Weren’t they all objects of worship? Weren’t they all endowed with the Infinite Creative Potential?

He had to show them that although they emerged from darkness—light, or knowledge, comes from within. He’d start with an idea. Gradually it would take shape. That’s what creativity is all about. Slowly he had to fill the idea with details, as though with life of its own until it took shape, become real.

He had to make it big. Bigger than life—to excite them, to get them fired up. Heaven and earth, and earth and water and animals and fish, they all had to be there, to make the idea real. Tangible. Beautiful. Inviting. He had to teach them how the creative process works. They were simple folk. They could neither read nor write. He had to tell them the story in such a way that they would remember. If not the story then at least the process.

The Genesis. The Creative Process.

He had to show them that nothing was impossible. Nothing was beyond their capabilities, no matter how simple they were. How uneducated. He had to show them that they were truly the children of the Most High.


Next evening he brought them all together. And then he began…

In the beginning Elohim created the heaven and the earth. And the earth was without form, and void…

They were simple, uneducated, illiterate people. He talked deep into the night. They listened in silence, rapt, feeling that great knowledge was being imparted to them. And slowly, very slowly, light dawned within their consciousness.



Millennia have passed.

And now, today, there are people who spend their lifetimes attempting to interpret Moses’ teaching as though it were history or some kind of pseudo-scientific dissertation.

Shame on us.


More on the subject in: Beyond Religion I Genesis.




October 18, 2012

The End Game


Sic Transit Gloria Mundi


It has been said that: “It ain’t over until the fat lady sings.” The saying refers to the Opera, yet now, in the “West”, the vast majority of ladies are fat. Or, close to it. So, it seems, whichever lady sings she’ll signal the end of The Last Act.

The Last Act of the Western Civilization.

Of course, it doesn’t have to be all bad. In fact, if I were younger, I’d be looking forward to the day when the West in general, and the USA in particular, would no longer need to consider themselves the Leaders or, at the very least, the Policeman of the world. There was a time when the USA led the world by example, not by spending more on armaments than the next ten countries put together. Nobody likes a bully, and only bullies need more arms than anybody else.

Back to the fat ladies. We are approaching the Last Act, anyway. Don’t believe? Listen to Chris Hodges.


It doesn’t have to be all bad. Perhaps the fat sopranos (and tenors) will get a little slimmer. Perhaps each American child will only leave a trail of waste 10 times bigger than children of eastern nations, instead of 20 times as big. Perhaps we shall all become more human, you know… the way we all were before the mighty dollar destroyed our sense of proportion. Before the capitalism gone wild became a rampart force that destroyed most of our minds and souls. Perhaps…

It seems that the human species advances into the murky, unknown future in cycles. Jainism teaches that there is neither end, nor beginning—just cycles.


Many years ago H.P. Blavatsky, in her book Esoteric Buddhism, which Albert Einstein is said to have kept it on his bedside table, wrote that the next “super race” would be yellow. No, it will not be a bigger, stronger copy of the American model. It will be as different from the US as US is different from the British Empire, as it was different from the Romans and all the intermediate feeble attempts to rule the world. It seems that even then she was right. Perhaps we should try to learn how to help them, the Yellow Race, with the experience we acquired, to avoid our mistakes. Perhaps they might last longer than we did.


And what can we do with our lives? One option is offered in Winston’s Kingdom. I’m sure you’ll think of others. As for my option, you might enjoy it more if you try parts One and Two of the Winston Trilogy first. Perhaps.




October 20, 2012

Aging is not Required

It’s all up to us…


There is an old saying: If you don’t use it, you lose it. There are other sayings such as: You are what you eat, which is also true, providing we limit its consequences to physical body. The food we eat will hardly make us a better person morally or ethically. There is a truth, however, which never filtered into our awareness.


We are what we think we are.


There is a catch, however. Unless we imprint the traits we think desirable in our subconscious, then just “thinking about them” will not do us much good.

And here’s why.

It is not our conscious but our subconscious mind that is the true creator of our reality.

The creative process is relatively simple. The ideas originate in our unconscious then migrate into our conscious mind. Here we examine them and, if we find them beneficial to our wellbeing, we get involved with them. This involvement, which often requires mental, emotional, and physical effort, imprints them on our subconscious. And it is here that the execution of the idea is actually put into action. It is here, in our subconscious, that the idea becomes manifest in our reality. The good (or bad) thing is that once an idea is imbedded in our subconscious, its consequences become automatic.

Ergo, we must be very careful what we choose to imbed in our subconscious, or what we choose to truly believe in.


And now we come to aging.

As I mentioned in my previous blog, the world is set on automatic. While we are equipped with a most fantastic immune system that works full time to repair the damage we inflict on our cells, the system is more or less resigned to the reproducing the building blocks of our body based on the latest model available. If we want to improve on the previous model we must reprogram our subconscious. If successful, we shall direct our subconscious to reconstruct our body on the original model, before it suffered the vicissitudes of wear and tear. Our abilities will, surely, not suffice to make our physical embodiment immortal, but they would assure us of a healthier, more productive life.

I’ve often heard an adage that “at a certain age we can’t expect to feel any better”. When we substitute the can for we can’t, we shall take the first step to remain longer useful members of our society. Or, we can take the direction my mother took in The Gate—Things my Mother told me. Our choice.

I, for one, intend to die because I want to, not because my body has failed me. But, there again, I do not consider myself to be my physical body. I merely live in it, use it, and when ready, intend to move onto greener pastures. You can too.


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October 22, 2012

Reward or Punishment?


A point of View


Your physical body is the brick and mortar of the temple housing your consciousness. Without it you are no more, at least, no more in the physical reality. Yet, according to expert nutritionists we limit our lifespan by an act of our will, or at least, of our stomach.

According to the United Nations estimates for years 2005-2010, the average life expectancy at birth in the US is 78.2. I suppose most peoples’ bodies are too heavy a burden to carry around any longer. Or, maybe, they are just fed up with the Washington shenanigans.

It doesn’t have to be that bad.


In Hunza, in central Asia, it is not unusual for elderly persons to reach the venerable age of 130. It has even been reported that a significant number have survived to the incredible age of 145!  

The Abkhazians in southern Russia “The year 1974 saw celebrations for the 140th birthday of a lady in that region… She was 85 when she joined a collective farm; at 104 she travelled to Moscow for the USSR’s first agricultural exhibition; at 128 she was still working. Her speed and skill made her a model for the other workers.

So much for Russian table d’hôte?

There is more.

Vilcabambans in Andes of South America have their own story to tell. The Vilcabamba Legend has it that this quirky town is home to some of the oldest people on earth. (Although they are said to life only into their one-hundredth year and longer)

Elsewhere, Blue Zones reports about the Okinawans in Japan that: “Their purpose-imbued lives gives them clear roles of responsibility and feelings of being needed well into their 100s.”

So much for the good stuff. At least good until we choose [_ Immortality_].

The very same United Nations report rates some 18 countries below a life expectations of 50 years. The CIA World Factbook rate them slightly lower in their 2011 estimate. Perhaps the CIA assists those countries in lowering their average, or perhaps their figures vary by accident only. The worst among these are Zambia, Angola and Swaziland where a child born today can hardly expect to reach 40. Few do.


We, in North America, have a choice. Our bodies have evolved over millions of years from components found in plants; in fruits and vegetables. We became omnivores, and recently mostly carnivores, only fairly recently. We like to eat what we kill, to assert our superiority over the animal kingdom. Sadly, we pay with our lives. A daily relaxation exercise followed by a healthy diet would add, some 20 to 30 years to our average lifespan. Perhaps more.

Not everyone has a choice—we do. It is up to us.


Unless, of course, unless we deem that long life is a not a reward but a punishment for the way we conducted ourselves on Earth. Some say that only the good die young. If so, then North America is, or soon will be, right up there among the leaders in Africa.




October 25, 2012

Economic Growth

Quality v. Quantity (as in Peter and Paul[*)*]


In my essay Life (Beyond Religion I) I indicate the rate at which the cells multiply. It seems that from that moment on we, the Homo supposedly sapiens (the latter word that implying wisdom), are obsessed with growth. Never mind whether it is good or bad, as long as it is bigger, longer or more idiotic than anything we could think of before. At least that is how our minds appear to work. We are born, we mature, we stop growing. Surely, people who want to keep growing are still immature. If they continue to grow, they just get fat and ugly. Well, fat, anyway.

We increased the population of the world well beyond the minimum necessary to sustain and preserve our species. Our buildings get taller, our airplanes fly faster, we need more than one house, more than one polluting car, our budgets get bigger…

Ah, yes. Our budgets get bigger. As do our debts. Much bigger.

No one seems to ask why? Why must we grow?

If we are immortal—and most Christians, Moslem, Hindus and Buddhist claim we are—why must we have everything today? At once… if not sooner?


The governments want to have a larger tax-base. The churches want bigger tithes. But… what’s in it for us, as individuals? Why should we increase our families, our budgets, domains, houses, cars, just about all our possessions? It’s not as if we could take any of the above with us? Will a premature heart attack for having to chase after the almighty dollar make us happy enough to make up for the peace, leisure, time to read, wonder the parks, enjoying the beauty of nature, perhaps write some poetry…?

Why must we destroy nature, poison our lakes and rivers, give respiratory diseases to our children, ah yes, and start wars to impose our dubious morality on others?

Why must we grow in quantity instead of in quality? We began in Eden. Now, the world we live is hardly makes any sense.

Must we continue to live in a world based on and filled with Delusions?




October 28, 2012

The Pluto Effect


This is a first advanced whisper about the intended sequel to my novel WALL, subtitled Love, Sex, and Immortality, which will expand the exploits of Simon and Ambrosia, into a full-blown Trilogy. Book Two would be named the Pluto Effect, and deal with the first phase of the Age of Aquarius in which the destructive elements assigned to Pluto would be manifest.

No, the book will NOT be about astrology, not even strictly Sci-Fi, although Aquarius, (Greek Hudrokhöos) is the seventh sign of the Zodiac, and number seven symbolizes individual perfection of man—hence my old passion for Human Potential. It, the sign, originates in the constellation of Aquarius and that is where the connection to astrology ends.

What concerns us are the lessons which each age is intended to impart on us. This is important, since the order in which we acquire new skills, or attributes, dictates how well the human race will survive each successive cycle. Yes, the whole species. Unbeknownst to most of us, we cannot advance until we do so as a whole species. Rampant egotism, which seems to have many of us in its fetters, is holding us back.





Each Age offers new lessons.

The Age of Aries, during which Moses was the great teacher, we were supposed to have learned control over our thoughts. When the Torah advises us to “go forth and multiply”, it is not referring to your sexual drive, but to increase the range of our thoughts. Try my Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism. It will help explain many other apparent mysteries. The Dictionary has nothing to do with religion. It is an attempt to understand the knowledge, which our forefathers have accumulated over millennia. As for the old adage that thoughts are things, that they profoundly affect our lives, just happens to be true.

The following age, the Age of Pisces, or fish, under the teaching of Yeshûa, tells us to learn about the unity of all mankind. The commandment to “love one another” means little more than, at the very essence of our being, we are one. When we lose the ability to tell the difference between “them” and “us”, we will have fulfilled the lesson assigned to the Age of Pisces. Regrettably, “many are called, but few are chosen”, even if it is we who make the choice.

Finally, at least for the present and a number of forthcoming generations, during the Age of Aquarius, the individual man, speaking generically, by the implicit command of his/her thoughts will wield enormous power. We might call it “the empowerment of the individual”. What in the past took a whole army to accomplish now a single individual can do so by, e.g. constructing an a-bomb on his/her kitchen table; if not today, then tomorrow. And let us not forget that we never failed to use all means at our disposal.

Hence, “love one another”, or… else.

Depending how well we’ve learned the lessons of previous Ages, we shall be able to exercise this power for or against our ‘neighbour’.


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October 31, 2012

So, why the Pluto Effect?


The Great Teacher of the Age of Pisces told us that we cannot pour new wine into old skins without compromising its value or quality. Hence, the inept consequences of the previous Age must be erased, to make room for new ideas, for new lessons to be absorbed by our psyches.

Thus, the Pluto Effect.

The destruction of the old to make room for the new. The destruction of the present social, economic, military, yes, even religious powers, to make room for something completely different—beyond our imagination. Remember the statement recorded in the Revelation, “I make all things new”? Well, so it will be this time.


From the astronomical reasons, our Earth not only rotates, but also wobbles on its axis. The wobble can best be understood by watching a spinning top. As the rotation slows, the top begins to wobble. It is this wobble, which over time brings about changes in the direction of the Polar Axis. One complete revolution of the wobble takes place in 25,920 years, which happens to correspond to the completion of the 12 signs of the Zodiac, allowing each Age to last about 2160 years. And that is how long the new Age, the Age of Aquarius, will last. Then, a Man, a new Avatar, will appear and say, once again, “I make all things new”.

World without end…

Such wobbly rotation of the Earth axis brings, over thousands of years, substantial climatic changes. We can ‘soften’ the effects of global warming, but we cannot eliminate it. We must learn to cope with it.

Hence, since everything affects everything else, we move from astrology, which in the old days was considered a science, to astronomy, which touches on the wisdom of the ages.


Of course, one day, in the foreseeable (about 5) billions of years, our sun will have exhausted its hydrogen at its core, and will expand into a red giant. On Earth this action will boil its oceans and blow away our atmosphere. I hope, by then, people will accept the premise that we are all spiritual beings, entities of individualized consciousness, and float happily on solar wind to other, not necessarily greener but most certainly more exciting and challenging new pastures, to face and conquer new realities which are yet come into being.

That is the joy of being immortal; and the realities we create—infinite. In Book Three of the Aquarius Trilogy, with provisional title the 7the Race, I shall attempt to give you a foretaste of such potential, right here, on Earth. I shall attempt to raise the veil and share with you a peek of the potential that dwells within us, waiting to be discovered.

Yet, even then, the rules of the universe will prevail. The many will continue to follow the few, as in my forthcoming novel Peter and Paul.




November 2, 2012

Back to Peter and Paul


If you remember, although it may not have been necessarily apparent, the purpose of the novel Peter and Paul (about to be published) was to illustrate the balance that needs to be maintained between quality and quantity. This ongoing struggle between the (chosen) ‘few’ and the ‘masses’ is a permanent feature of our species. It would diminish if the ‘few’ became aware that they, themselves, cannot advance beyond a certain level without ‘dragging’ the rest with them.

What the ‘few’ will find even more disturbing is that, ultimately, psyche is capable of incorporating all the individualized states of consciousness that constitute our reality. And that, dear friends, includes not only all the animals, birds, fish, and insects, but also the incredible diversity of our flora.

We are indeed all One.

All perceptible reality—reality as experienced by our senses—is a temporary, very transient out-picturing of states of consciousness. And even then, the material aspect of it is essentially empty space. See Delusions—Pragmatic Realism. It’s all there.

Imagine a world without any plants. Soon all the herbivores, (with whose carcasses we like to fill our triple-burgers), would die. We’d feed on fish, though with our eating habits we’d run out of those soon enough. Of course, those who already learned to absorb the energy directly from cosmic rays, would not have to face any problems though, as of today, there are not many such amongst us.

It will come…

Before we can become aware of our unity with the rest of fauna and flora, we should make a bigger effort to become more aware of the indivisible unity with our own species. It bears repeating, that each one of us has the capacity to create our own individual reality, which is built up and stored in our subconscious. As this ability is inherent in each and every individualized state of consciousness, we can only begin to imagine the enormity of the universes that surround us. And the endless potential is always there, ready to supply us with new ideas to be developed into yet another new reality.

As I said before, worlds without end.

Infinity is greater not only that we imagine, but greater than we can imagine. And we are all integral parts of it. Hence, Peter and Paul.




November 4, 2012

More about Peter and Paul


The Procession or cycle of the Zodiac includes the following signs: Lion, Cancer, Gemini, Bull, Aries, Pisces, Aquarius, (or Man—that’s us, now) Capricorn, Sagittarius, Scorpio, Libra and Virgo. While these represent the “Royal Arch of the Ages of the Zodiac”, corresponding to the 12 constellations, they rotate in seemingly never ending cycles. Everything works in cycles. We are born, we grow, mature, die and are born again. Ad infinitum?

I strongly suspect so. Infinity can last an awfully long time…

And then there are the major cycles, like the Zodiac. The Universe unfold on a schedule all of its own. For 2000 years evolution creeps forward in 1st gear; perhaps to give everyone a chance? Then, suddenly, a revolution occurs, as though in frustration at what little progress we’ve made. And, in little more than 100 years, it changes all—rapidly—giving no quarter to people who wasted two millennia.


In my forthcoming novel, the Pluto Effect, Simon Jackson, the hero of WALL—Love, Sex, and Immortality, will continue to give lectures as a visiting professor, while coping with the trials and tribulations of the Pluto Effect. He’ll have the job of explaining that, which to most of us, is unexplainable. The changes that will ensue will match those of the greatest hurricane the world had ever witnessed.

And this brings us back to Peter & Paul. No matter how hard Peter would try, he couldn’t convey the higher truth to people who have not been, at least partially, ‘rinsed’ of the old beliefs, all erroneous axioms of whatever faith.

We can think of Paul’s contribution to evolution as the creation, once again, of a kindergarten. Of course, each Age has such new schools, and each will continue to form new ones, as our knowledge of the infinite realities advances. Anyone conversant with the despicable horrors perpetrated by the Roman Catholic Church throughout its history will be amazed how many great souls advanced in spite of it.

Hence Paul’s work was very necessary. He was teaching people to walk, before Peter could teach them to fly. And that is as it should be. To enter new realities we must learn its laws, its regulations, to be able to cope with the new environment, which, unbeknownst to us we, ourselves, have created, or are in the process of creating.

To be aware of such a condition we must be alive. In fact, we’d already learned from [_ Yeshûa_], that one must be “alive in order to live”. Needless to say, he was not referring to our transient biological existence, but to the awakening, to use Buddha’s term, to our true nature.


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November 7, 2012

Blavatsky and other Esoteric Ideas.


The idea of 7th Race (Book Three of my forthcoming Aquarius Trilogy) originates in Secret Doctrine, a book written some time ago by Helena P. Blavatsky. It is a multi-volume work, which, as I mentioned some time ago, Einstein perused in search of inspiration to sate his gnawing hunger for knowledge of how the world works. Since an idea invariably precedes action, or any physical manifestation, Blavatsky had the prestigious distinction of feeding inspiration of the world’s foremost mind.

And now, in all humility, she also serves to inspire my limited grasp of the nature of the Universe. I found my kernel of inspiration in her translation of the ancient Sanskrit stanzas of Esoteric Buddhism dealing with the many Races of the Human kind.


In direct contrast to the positivism of The Noble Eightfold Path of Buddhism, the Vatican Church seldom (if ever) served as an example of how to behave, how to act, let alone how to think; it excelled above all other organizations in illustrating by word, deed, and policy what NOT to do. Let us remember that 9 out of 10 Commandments of the Decalogue, the “thou shalt nots” overwhelmingly dominate “thou shalts”. It seems that the Holy and Apostolic Church of Rome took it upon itself to illustrate this method with its actions and policies. Throughout its history it served with a myriad examples of what not to do, how not to act, how not to behave.

As such it provided by far the best example and inspiration for the “faithful” to set out on their own in their search for the truth. Even among its own “lower ranks”.

Those who did set out on their own found that life, biological life, is not an end it itself. It is only, yes ONLY, a means to an end. He who discovers the true purpose of ‘life’ on this Earth, discovers Life Itself. He who does not, remains in hibernate state until something occurs in his or her life to wake them up.

Not to worry. Buddha assures us that we are all Buddhas in waiting—merely, as yet, unawakened. Our time will come. And, hopefully, for a number of us, it will come as members of the 7th Race.

Thus, unless we wish to engross ourselves in Blavatsky’s masterwork on theosophy, The Secret Doctrine, “covering cosmic, planetary, and human evolution, as well as science, religion, and mythology,” that are based on the Stanzas of Dzyan, with corroborating testimony from over 1,200 sources,” we might do worse than to enjoy my forthcoming Aquarius Trilogy. I promise not to compete with theosophy, but to attempt to describe its possible consequences. And those, for many of us, will be staggering beyond our wildest imagination.

One man’s journey is described in my novel Yeshûa—Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus. Hopefully we shall all find easier ways to fulfill our destiny.




November 9, 2012

One Nation under What?


So it’s finally over. The elections in the mightiest nation on Earth are done with. Slowly ‘things’ will return to normal. We had all suffered hundreds of speeches, arguments, statements often filled with lies or half-lies, telling us why should this or that aspirant ought to, or remain in, the White House. Not an easy job. It has been said that only a fool would want the job—only a saint would accept it. And in all these tirades we only heard arguments on how the prospective aspirant might improve our material wealth. Not one statement that deal exclusively with our spiritual riches. Not one!

So I repeat, One Nation under What?

Apparently under the Almighty Dollar.

Most certainly not under God—whatever you or I mean by the term, or by the concept, or “Being”, or Idea, or even by that Immortal Spark within us. Not one. Not one speech dealing with improving our non-material wealth.


There may have been a time when people cared about such things. I don’t mean the churches—they were always materialistic. I mean ordinary people. Like our grandparents perhaps? Our great-grandparents? Surely, there must have been a time when quality was more important than quantity. When we cared more about what we could give, rather then about what we could get.

“Ask not what your country can do for you…”

Remember? How many of us can, today, complete this sentence spoken only some 50 years ago. On Friday, January 20, 1961 to be precise. “What can we do for our country”, whatever country it might be? And what is much, much more important, “what can we do for humanity”. For the world we live in. Does anyone care?


Only quality has lasting power. Great art, great music, great poems, literature. Great acts of love, perhaps of sacrifice… of generosity.

The rest is transient, fluid, ephemeral. Like money or like many politicians in the Senate, or the Capitol Hill, or even the White House. Or anywhere. They come and go and only their smiles linger behind. Smiles, and often a bad taste. Thankfully, that too is transient.



Yet we all have the potential for greatness—potential for quality that can shine for generations to come; which can enlighten the journey of our solitude. We all have that potential: every single one of us. It lies dormant within us, waiting to be awakened. And if in doubt, think of the ancient psalm, which assures us that: “Ye are gods”. “Ye”, that’s you and I. Each and every one of us.

I described one such journey that began in great solitude and blossomed to conquer the world. The book is called The Avatar Syndrome. Try it. It might inspire you to join the immortals. Like Anne did.






November 11, 2012

The Many and the Few


It may have started with Peter and Paul, but its echoes are visible in all aspects of the human existence. The Churches, the politics, science, trade, even education, is replete with examples of the few abusing the many. No wonder the Roman Church referred to many of us as sheep, a word which was intended to symbolize our thoughts, which were to be gathered under one roof on an enlightened state of consciousness, became bastardized into a mean of controlling and exploiting human mind. My Dictionary of Biblical Symbolism serves to expose many such willful misinterpretations, which during the last 2000 years were used by the few to control the many.

BBC reports that the “estimated price tag for the US elections in November is almost $6bn (£3.8bn)”. Six billion dollars spent by the few, on propaganda, while elsewhere millions are starving. Are we all members of the same species? Are we all human? Or are the few more human, or perhaps less so, than the others.

And now that the dust has settled, at long last, the multimillionaire will return to his White House, the contender to his billions, and the many other multimillionaires will return to their well-padded seats in the Senate to get richer still. Perhaps Karl Marx was right, after all.


And now it’s back to normal. The rich will get richer, the poor will lose even what little they have. It almost sounds biblical. However, during the last month or two, I received many hundreds of messages condemning the 1% who seem to exploit and suppress the 99%. The rich v. the poor?

Mathew, the evangelist, tells us that: “the rich get richer, poor get poorer…” It is also a catchphrase used by economists trying to justify inequality. It was what Karl Marx called the Law of Increasing Poverty. Now… it rules the United States of America. Perhaps the rest of the world, too.

There is only one problem.

Mathew, in his gospel, was referring to spiritual wealth, not to dollars and cents. Unfortunately spiritual truths are not reflected in material mentality, such as understood by many retrograde multimillionaires, by the very rich who don’t even notice the poor whose spiritual wealth might well vastly exceed theirs.

To each his and her own? There is a difference. The spiritual wealth you can take with you. The material? The material wealth will rot together with the corpse of the few, and then be recycled as though the rich have never lived. After all, they didn’t. Not really.

Only now, the roles will be reversed. The few who were truly wealthy will be chosen from among the many whose wealth was not of this world. Not of this twisted, greedy, egotistical reality.


And before we, and I refer to the memos I received, condemn all rich people, let us remember that Bill Gates and Warren Buffet, and a number of other billionaires have given away billions to help the needy and the sick.

No matter what the law is, we are all individuals.




November 13, 2012

The Question of Balance


It seems apparent that a dualistic reality cannot exist without a state that gravitates towards equilibrium. The centripetal and centrifugal forces must maintain perfect balance, or Earth would either fly into the interstellar cold of outer space, or spiral into the heart of our sun. Neither prospect seems desirable.

The same can be said of our flora and fauna. Ignoring for a moment the wonton destruction that the human kind inflicts on nature, unless the herbivores didn’t trim our flora, and the carnivores our herbivorous fauna, one or the other would overrun the Earth. Again, nature is designed to maintain a relative state of balance.

So much for the physical aspects of our reality.

I suspect that exactly the same laws are imposed on our non-physical state of being/becoming. “Evil”, in other words, that which strays too far from the neutral center, must be balanced by an equal and opposite force acting in the other direction. That is to say, good is balanced with evil, evil with good.


If we accept the above premise, then the next step is to realize that a single “good” can, in fact does, balance a great number of relatively small “evils”, ever assuming that both good and evil are departures from the state of balance.

Thus the few can balance the many.

However, since the vast majority of us tend to stray to one side of the great divide, it seems necessary for a relatively large number of “good” messengers to enter the human equation to restore balance. Hence, saviours, saints, perhaps great artists, composers…


And then again, it seems to me that we are all cogs in the Cosmic Wheel, which uses us to restore equilibrium.

Those who scream the loudest about the corporations exporting jobs out of North America, seem completely unaware that those very jobs are desperately needed in places which receive them. But, of course, to think in those terms one has to be a humanitarian, not an “americanian”. I’m fairly sure the same is true of the British, the French, and a bunch of other overfed ladies and gentlemen of west European nations. And thus, unbeknownst to us, the corporations might just prove to be bigger cogs in the universal order of things.

And yet, whether we like it or not, the state of balance must, and will be restored throughout this ball of dust we call home. The universal laws will not be broken.


And talking of “Americanisms” let me quote from the Foreword of my Beyond Religion III: “It seems to me that there is but one dominant purpose to the study of reality. It is exemplified in the American Constitution: The Pursuit of Happiness”. All else follows.



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November 15, 2012

Peter & Paul, the Novel

After many threats, or perhaps promises, my new historical novel Peter and Paul was finally published on Shakespir. After I’d given away 95 copies, and a number of distributors put it on display, Shakespir decided that it needs corrections. After this cold water christening, I put it on Amazon Kindle, where it was accepted with a ‘smile’. It bears mentioning that the 95 copies given away on Shakespir has not yielded a single review.


Even when writing this novel I was surprised how many times the two principle protagonists veered from one side of the theological argument to another, only to finish exactly in the middle, perhaps in the field which Rumi stretches out, “beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing.”

This may sound absurd, yet, if we observe dispassionately the consequences of recent election in the USA, is that not precisely what must happen? If they are to accomplish anything, must not the opposing parties meet in the middle, beyond the doing right or doing wrong?

We shall see. Perhaps they’ve grown up, a little.


It seems that when we really analyze the physical reality which we call our home, sooner or later we are led to conclude that nothing in this world is real, and that if we are to find the true reality we have to reach out not so much further out, but… further in. A strange inversion of logic, yet, it is only in the centre of a Black Hole that our scientists find themselves completely helpless. Yet we, if we persist, might well find there an abundance of light.

Since we are venturing beyond the reality most of us accept as ‘real’, (my Delusions disproves that), and we are interested what ‘really’ happens in the heart of a Black Hole, read my Gift of Gamman. In it, in my novel, John Galt, or Captain Blake, if you prefer, will show you exactly what happens. He should know, he’d been there.

You might even like it!





Next Vicious Circle Blogs coming soon…

PS: Your comments are welcome, and reviews also.


1 ^“…^for he maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and on the unjust.” Matthew 5:45. [forget religion, these are facts].



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