THE SECOND CIRCLE
November 2012 — May 2013
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We need a ‘global system of secular ethics’
Have you noticed that once you start walking in circles it is very hard to stop? I forget when I began, but, well, I am still walking. Still searching. Still hoping. Sometimes I feel that I am getting close.
Please, join me. It really is an interesting journey.
My philosophy continues to be based on pure science, or at least on theoretical physics. In other words, I work on the premise that all is energy. Including thoughts, love, and consciousness. Yes, and even hate, though this energy has particularly destructive tendencies. And yet… and yet if you hate crime, stupidity, ignorance, well providing you give it an admix of tolerance, even hate can have its positive consequences. Even as a forest fire is said to rejuvenate its life, though… it destroys the ‘giver’.
The rest of my philosophy continues to search for the golden middle; to a state of balance, the straight and narrow, by whatever name is equivalent in physics of the phenomenal universe. I call it the Event Horizon. We can stray from it little both ways, but a little too far and we wonder off into the endless infinity, and a little too close and we can burn our fingers. Or, at best, be sucked into the unknown and apparently unknowable heart of a Black Hole.
On occasion, when the conversion of theory into practice goes astray, the results are erased (their rate of vibration is increased to infinity) by converting it into primary energy from which tangible forms are created. Once the result is considered satisfactory, it is transferred to the Subconscious, where it is stored forever, or until it is replaced by more advanced manifestation of the original potential.
And so, please join me on a trip of a lifetime when time and space are little more than figments of our imaginations. The true reality remains locked within our hearts.
These blogs cover the time from December 2012 till the May of 2013. Please, feel free to comment on my efforts and remember, reviewers deserve a free PDF.
November 17, 2012
Since I retired from my profession, I embarked on a turbulent trek in search of reality. I always suspected that our senses do not communicate the truth to our brain, our mind, not to mention to our consciousness. They don’t even seem to satisfy our emotions. Can a god be so ungodly as to allow suffering of little children? Well, nature allows it even as we do. We even practice it. Aren’t we supposed to be ‘gods’?
I found that I didn’t like the reality I’d inherited from most of my predecessors. Yes, not even from my parents. Hence, I embarked on my search.
It seems, that my readers participated and continue to participate in my search. To date, it took 14 novels, 7 non-fiction books, and a number of other publications, to show me where my readers’ needs lay. As of this blog, at least on the Amazon, they are buying exactly 3 times as many of my non-fiction books as fiction. I think my readers are missing a great deal, because my novels illustrate how my philosophy works in practice; but… I’ll take what I can get.
Of one thing I am sure. I do not, nor did I ever wish to upset the apple cart that my readers are dragging adamantly towards their grave, which many of them seem to equate with oblivion. If they continue to read my stuff, then, sooner or later, they will accept that, whether we like it or not, we are all immortal. This premise alone sets me apart from many literary shades.
Perhaps that is why people seem to search out my non-fiction books. Their hunger, their thirst, is made evident by their choices. The one consolation I can offer them is that there is no one, no one in the whole world, who will discover the true reality by reading other peoples’ books. Don’t get me wrong. The books will help enormously; I’d read hundreds, probably thousands of books. But ultimately if we don’t launch our own ship, our own consciousness, on the waters o life, the truth will elude us.
Absolutely no one can skip the journey. In many ways, the journey is all that really matters. Why? Because each one of us creates a different reality and only all of them, combined, approximate the Whole. We might overlap in our conclusions, share many traits of the heaven we are creating for ourselves, but make no mistake. We are individualizations of the Infinite, and as such it is this individuality that must add up to the Whole—not just hung on to It.
Try it. You’ll see.
Peter and Paul did it, although each of them travelled a completely different path. As you and I do. Yet… the Whole, by Its very nature, is but One. And that brings me back to my new historical novel: Peter & Paul. It is heavily based on fact. Like my non-fiction. It is yours to enjoy. And for a week or two, you will be able to download it for free. (Sorry, after 95 giveaways, it’s off now. Soon it will be free on Amazon Kindle).
November 19, 2012
If we don’t succeed at once…
I mentioned this subject before. I am still trying to reconcile our conscious with our subconscious mind. It has been said that, “heaven is within you”. Assuming that heaven is a state of consciousness, then only the subconscious and the unconscious qualify to respond to that claim. And, rightly or wrongly, I cannot but qualify the unconscious by that which is not, or at the very least which is not, as yet, manifested. By being no more than, perhaps infinite, potential.
Thus, the subconscious answers to the claim of the heaven within. Of course the religionists will object to this thesis on ‘invisible’ grounds, and the atheists on purely literary. The first group cannot make any money out of something that is within us, (they have to externalize ‘god’ to become intermediaries), and the latter on the grounds that if they cannot touch it, or smell it, or make an equation about it, no matter how absurd, they do not recognize it as real.
Well, I am free. Although it is often hard to see, there is a line between religion and science that gravitates towards sanity.
There is a peculiarity about our (physical) reality that needs mentioning. While we always remain individuals, i.e. we all manifest a completely diverse image of the reality we claim as our own, here, on Earth, we have to navigate between the countless realities created by other people, as different from ours as ours are from theirs. Such other realities are often in complete denial of our own conclusions. Hence, different religions, different political parties, interests, and even the way we regard abstract forms such as the many arts.
This helps in our learning process.
When we leave our bodies, however, be it in a lucid dream or through an OBE experience, or when we do so permanently by what people call dying, we no longer face such diverse disparities. Only our own reality prevails in all that we experience. In a way, we finally see the truth about ourselves. Thanks to the consequences of our behavior pattern and creative activity in the dualistic (physical) reality, we can finally see what we really are. Often we don’t like it much. Thus, we come back, through the process of reincarnation, to try to improve our image of ourselves.
Sometimes we succeed.
If not, well, we just try again. And again. And…
If you wish to be amused on a lighter note, you will find it in , Essay #27, Heaven.
November 21, 2012
I’d referred to my in a number of my blogs. But recently a strange thing happened. During recent weeks the sales of the Dictionary on Amazon Kindle equaled the sum total of all my other books put together. For some reason, people seem to yearn for biblical knowledge.
I find it particularly strange, as it is not an easy book. Most aspiring writers, (and this includes lovers of scriptures and scholars alike), who tackle any subject touching on the Bible, try to explain their version, their meaning of the scriptures.
I refuse to do that.
Since I insist that the bible is not a historical novel, not even a historical saga concocted by inspired scribes over the ages, but rather a compendium of knowledge on matters of consciousness, which people gathered over thousands of years, I leave it to each individual to find his or her own truth. What I do offer is a relatively short key to the understanding the symbolism, and an attempt to translate a few thousand words, which have never been translated into English.
There is a reason why the Bible is steeped in symbols.
Some time ago, a wonderful person named Emmet Fox (1886-1951), wrote a number of books in which he adamantly insisted that the Bible had been written by relatively simple people for the illiterate, simpleminded masses. As such, the need for learned scholars to explain the simple words is completely redundant. Fox went as far as suggesting a number of reasons why symbolism, employed in the Bible was necessary to protect their conclusions over the ages. It is also probable that symbolism, which seems mysterious to us, may have been perfectly obvious and understood in biblical times.
Fox’s contemporary, Carl Jung (1875-1961) asserted in his own writings, that the archetypes of symbols are ingrained deeply in our collective unconscious. Once given a key, we can all recognize them as a means to reach within our own subconscious, what the scribes called nephesh’s, or animal souls, to discover the truth.
The Dictionary (now available on ) is intended as just such a stimulus to awaken the knowledge, which resides within all of us at the deepest levels of our psyche. Knowledge that we need to claim our immortality.
November 23, 2012
It is really all up to us
Sometime ago I shared some thoughts about the benevolence of the Universe. There I did little more than scratch the surface of reality. Now I wish to go further—into the realm of incredible, magnanimous, indescribable generosity of the Universe.
Yes, I am still talking about the same reality, our temporary home-away-from-home. Our real home is our state of consciousness, but when we peek outside, open our eyes, or perhaps our hearts, just a little wider, we cannot but be amazed by the gifts which the Universe bestows on us in a truly flabbergasting generosity. Suddenly we find ourselves in awe at the beauty that surrounds us.
First, there are the flowers.
Some colors are there, I am told, to attract various insects, supposedly to propagate its life. But if so, what is the butterflies’ excuse for competing with flowers with their plethora of carefully designed colorful patterns?
And talking of patterns of colors, did you ever dive into the Caribbean sea? The colors are mindboggling!
Yes, we are surrounded by an abundance of beauty.
And after we’re through admiring the symphony of hues and shades and pigments that fill us with euphoria, there are trees, and rock formations, and even shapes created by fleeting clouds. And then there are the sunrises. And as you sat after a day’s work bathed in the beauty of a sunset, did you ever watch a kitten play?
Or a puppy?
Or a deer peeking at you from behind a bush?
Or… ah yes, and sometimes—though this is much more subjective—even your own child at play?
And still later, did you gaze at the night sky that inspired thousands of poets?
The question is why? Why such generosity? Is it but a foretaste of the heaven that awaits us?
Well, that’s precisely it.
The question remains why, and more precisely how, did the Universe supply us with such an abundance of, surely, gratuitous beauty? And what is perhaps an even greater mystery, what makes us aware of those gifts?
Unless, at some unfathomable depth of our psyche, of our consciousness, we, you and I, are its creators; are the creators of both, the beauty and of our ability to appreciate it. Unless even here, on Earth, we are all but trying to recreate the heaven that is eternally waiting for us to return. There, some say, the same beauty is multiplied manifold. And its sole purpose is to make us happy.
One thing is certain. Anyone sensitive to beauty, whose heart is not filled with gratitude is missing out on his or her perceptions of reality.
And one day, we shall all return home to enjoy the fruit of our labors. You can get a foretaste of it in my novel: . You might enjoy it even as you enjoy the beauty of the Universe around you. Well… almost?
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November 25, 2012
Not all is Gold that Glitters
We all get so much help from the Universe that most people, yes, most, feel compelled to create a wonderful god in their own image and likeness to justify the munificence that most of us experience.
And this in spite of the way most of us live.
Many of us tend to overeat; we don’t exercise; we breathe polluted air (which we have created); we cut down on restorative sleep short; we drink alcohol—often to excess and… yet, we continue living. When we can no longer cope with the consequences of our actions, we go to quacks—pardon me—physicians, who treat our symptoms but seldom if ever the causes of our self-induced delinquencies.
Let’s face it. The vast majority of us abuse the generosity with which the Universe endows us.
And when we can no longer cope with our physical condition created by our persistent peccadilloes, we blame others. Always others. Why didn’t the government tell us that we shouldn’t eat so much sugar (red meat, white flower, drink alcohol, smoke cigarettes-cigars-pipes, etc., etc., etc.)? How were we supposed to know?
Eve had given us an apple to know good from bad. Why didn’t we listen?
That’s a parable. ‘Eve’ symbolizes our subconscious, our soul, the place where we store our knowledge acquired over millions of years. If human race survived to this day, that only means that we, the human race, had the knowledge to survive, before we had learned to treat symptoms rather than correct the root of the problems we create.
Linus Pauling (1901-1994), the only double Nobel Laureate, was the first to notice the dangers of relying on ‘medicine’. Since his time, a small group of physicians have joined the cause. Dr. Andrew Weil, Dr. Alan Fuhrman… there are a few others.
And yet, the Universe continues to support us with air, food, drink, and all other necessities of biological survival.
Nevertheless, in a world that is set on automatic (see my blog “Innocent”), the generosity of the Universe is a two-edged sword. While it supplies us with seemingly inexhaustible amounts of food, energy and other items, our superb immune system extends our life beyond our due. In fact, thanks to our immune system, long life is no longer a blessing. Rather it looks very much like punishment for our abuse of that generosity. We spend the last years paying for our errors. Dementia, Alzheimer’s, a variety of cancers…
This can be avoided if we learn to listen to our subconscious.
PS. The long promised historical novel, , is finally published on Shakespir. For now you can download it for FREE. (As of now only reviewers get free copy). Please let me know if you enjoyed it with a brief review. Your input is important to me.
November 27, 2012
Or, a View from the North
During the months preceding the elections in the great country south of our borders, I was amazed at the passion of the Democrats, and by their efforts to protect the rights of the (relatively) poor, perhaps even the indifferent. They did so bearing full wrath of the Republicans, who have proven on many occasions, with many public statements, that anyone who is against their policies is anti-American.
As an example, the friends I have outside the States recognize the Fox News as a source of daily humor. This opinion was broadly supported by great many of my FB friends who are very much US citizens. Not one of them took the news channel seriously. And yet they, the newscasters, insist on making a public spectacle of themselves, seemingly unaware of the effect they have on many people.
The Democrats, on the other hand, within a mere four years, managed to restore the respect, which the USA held throughout the world, yet which was virtually lost during the Bush years. Perhaps they managed to do so by showing respect for other people’s views, without treating them all as ‘anti-American’, just because they disagreed with them.
My problem is that, at heart, my sentiments lie with a group that has no hope of ever achieving hegemony in the States, a group called the Libertarians. In my insignificant way I support the concept of limited, constitutional government, low taxes, free markets, honest money and many other aspects of Libertarian philosophy, though never at the expense of helping those which are in need. What I do not support is ignorance replacing common sense, rudeness replacing politeness, lies replacing the truth, hate replacing love, and other unfortunate traits which seem to have become dominant in the political environment.
I am sure there are exceptions. Yet the majority of my Republican friends seem completely oblivious to the observation mentioned above. Not so the Democrats.
Yet there are also men in the USA who have little to do with any of the parties mentions, who try to restore real democracy to their Great Country. Men like Chris Hedges, who, as an example, asks his compatriots to sign a petition to “Take profit out of war”.
Perhaps the best example of the enigma that exists south of our border is Warren Buffet, who although a billionaire supports the Democratic cause. I am willing to bet all I have that he (like me) is also a Republican at heart. It would be a shame if he could not follow the dictates of his desires for reasons created by the media or, perhaps, some poorly chosen politicians.
On the personal side, my own paradox is that most of my friends south of the border are Republicans (or were friends until they read this), and they in no way support the image which their media had created for them. They are the nicest, friendliest, most generous people. They just choose questionably characters to lead them.
Or, perhaps, it’s all just a .
November 29, 2012
To boldly go where few men have gone before…
Why from another world? Well, I often feel like a stranger here, on Earth; like a transient visitor who cannot quite figure out what is going on with our world. Perhaps that is why many of my books have metaphysical overtones.
As for blogs, I write them because more people read them than any of my books—and this in spite of the fact that, upon request, I am willing to offer any and all of my books for free. A request sent to my email () will reward you with a coupon for a free download. Or downloads. Plural. All I ask in return is a short review on the Amazon.
Alas, you seem to prefer blogs.
Of course, the blogs are shorter. Perhaps like an aria, without being forced to listen to the whole opera. On the other hand, my books have chapters, and those are split into paragraphs. You might like to think of them as many blogs glued together. Would that help?
It would help if you liked the subjects that fascinate me. The genre. I write about Human Potential. About what we can achieve when we try. Or even in spite of ourselves. I write about that potential is resting in us, within each one of us, waiting to be discovered. Acknowledged. Recognized. Only then it can swell into a magnificent conflagration. Or spread out into an endless ocean. Or reach the stars. It’s all up to us.
Read my books and you’ll find out.
I’ll tell you what. Try one and we’ll see. I present you the whole spectrum for you to choose from. And remember, they won’t cost you a penny, or a cent, if you reside in North America. And the choice is your. Remember that Shakespir offers downloads to you computer and/or just about any electronic devise you can think of. You have more than 30 books to choose from.
PS. Tell your friends!
December 1, 2012
Let the Dead bury the Dead
The Question of Self-Realization
When asked who we are, we usually reply by naming the job we do, perhaps our marital status, our nationality.
The fact is, that most of us walk through our lives with little idea of who we really are, let alone knowing what we are supposed to be, or better still, what role we are supposed to play. Most women seem to think that they fulfill their mission in life by bearing, then, hopefully, raising children. Men, on their part, take on the job of a provider, of one who enables his family to keep “body and soul” together.
We seem to forget that every animal on earth does exactly the same. Shouldn’t we aspire to something more? More than just being sustainers of the human species? Something more than what every mammal, every bird, every reptile does in the course of their stay on Earth? Aren’t we more than that?
Many men in the past tried to persuade us that we are more. We listened, smiled, nodded, and continued walking in the path of Awagawan, the “coming and going”, in seemingly endless circles, without ever taking advantage of the great Masters’ teaching.
Until one day, a lightening strikes, and we realize that we are not what we seem to be. We realize that the bodies which we protect with such care are no more than physical enclosures for an incredible individualized unites of consciousness, which for countless years resided within us, desperately trying to make itself known to our physical awareness.
When that happens we become aware of our true nature. We also discover that when we begin doing what the consciousness within asks of us, we reach a level of happiness completely heretofore unknown to us. We also learn, gradually, what are our unique talents, what we are suppose to be doing, how best we can serve the world, serve humanity, to benefit the most for ourselves.
This fact alone gives us a sense of euphoria.
This is the arrival at the gates of self-realization.
At this moment we become aware of our immortality. At long last, we come truly alive.
Some of this is explained for us in the Nag Hammadi’s Gospel of Thomas, which I tried to explain further in my . The rest is up to us.
December 4, 2012
We are more than meets the eye.
Some of us are lucky. We never suffered from millions of expensive toys having been thrown at as, when children, probably to keep us quiet. Being free from the plethora of waste, we had been forced to create our own playthings; forced to use our imagination, our brains, just to amuse ourselves. We invented our own toys, even our realities, which sated our need to exercise our neurons, to quench our inner hunger; to fill our life with vitality, with joy upon which we could grow and mature into adulthood.
Yes, we were the lucky ones.
And if we were luckier still, then our real self, the entity which has chosen to express itself through our physical, mental and emotional constructs, stretched out a helping hand and drew us outward and upward to give us a foretaste of immortality.
Such was The Princess.
Her name was Sandra. It is her story as much as Alec’s that my novel recounts. Being a fable it must start with words, “Once upon a time”, but, contrary to the assurances of most fabulists, it really does go on forever after.
Beautiful as only a princess can be, she is commanding, virtually all knowing, kind, loving… Real princesses are like that. And if they are truly on our side, then, one day, if we are luckier still, they merge their being with ours, for ever — for ever-after, if you like. That’s what fables are for. They make the seemingly impossible — possible, the unattainable — within reach. Alec found his Princess. If you read my book, perhaps you will also find yours. Pay attention, and Alec will show you how in .
From time to time, usually on Wednesdays and Thursdays, it will be offered on Amazon Kindle as a free download. Don’t miss it. Kate Jones wrote that, “The cosmic merging of Alec and Sandra is exceptional writing, even for you…”. She meant me. Would you believe it?!
[PS. Since publication, “The Princess” remained a YA novel, and the original version has been expanded to titillate adults also, under the title: ALEC.]
December 6, 2012
Is the Singularity Near?
The question is what is it that we want to evolve. Is it our bodies, our minds? Or our technology, which will all too soon make our bodies obsolete?
There are prophets of impending doom, Ray Kurzweil (The Singularity Is Near) foremost among them. Only he didn’t recognize it as doom. His arguments sound almost as a blessing, hailing the time when computers will surpass the human acumen.
Do we care? Should we?
The scientists will probably have me shot, but, well, I don’t care that much. It is true that the vast majority of us will be replaced by computers. After all, they are smarter, faster, and don’t go on strike. They don’t even get sick, or fat and ugly. I am more concerned how quickly I can replace the dead cells in my brain. How quickly I can make new connections, synapses, between those new neurons and the old ones. Yes, we can do it from childhood all the way to old age.
It takes a little effort.
And then, I got a helping hand from an unexpected quarter. A professor of neurology from Harvard made a statement, which I also made at the age of 14. I asked my uncle, also a professor at a university, if mind was the product of the brain, or was it the other way round.
“Don’t be childish,” he replied. “The brain is what makes us tick. It generates thought.” He said it in a slightly more scientific way. And now, a fully accredited professor from Harvard made a statement, which restored my faith in my youthful ramblings.
“I’m not my brain,” the doc said on PBS, “I’m the user of my brain. I use my mind to control my brain.”
I waited many years to have my thesis confirmed by a man with a PhD after his name. So I am not the raving maniac some of my friend consider me to be. My mind, the intangible, invisible mind, controls the tactile, visible, material, group of cells which other scientists recognize as the centre of our awareness. I, on the other hand, treat my brain as a computer conveniently located inside my head.
I felt vindicated.
Rudolph E. Tanzi, PhD, the said professor of neurology at Harvard, said so. In public.
Henceforth, I hope that at least some of us, just a few, will continue to work hard to replace our brain cells until one day, another Mozart, or Beethoven, or Chopin or Moussorgsky, or Leonardo will be born, and we, the few, will be overwhelmed with joy.
And computers, so much smarter than we are, will have no idea what all the fuss is about.
If you’re a student of reality, you might enjoy my thoughts on it in . If not, you might still enjoy it!
December 09, 2012
It all comes to pass… all is transient.
Somebody once told me, actually a number of people did, that my novel WALL—Love, Sex, and Immortality is “begging for a sequel”. Well, as the saying goes, you (some of you) asked for it. The sequel has swollen into a Trilogy, and I am stuck with having to write it.
But, let us be quite clear. If I write it you’d better read it. And enjoy it. That last proviso is an absolute must! Without being propped up by this hope I’d never dream of embarking on such a long, two-volume task.
The Aquarian Trilogy will consist of the , which you already know; it will be followed by PLUTO EFFECT, and then end up with the 7TH RACE. And when I get through with these, nothing will induce me to write another word on the subject. As for the meaning of the titles, we must let Dr. Simon Jones, PhD, the visiting professor of Comparative Religion at McGill University, and hence visiting a dozen other universities, to explain.
Very briefly, the Pluto Effect alludes to the biblical admonition that one “cannot pour new wine into old skins”, without destroying both, the quality of wine and possible the skins themselves. In our day and age, when we no longer use skins, we must find a way to make room for new wine, or systems, without destroying the vessels, which can or could support the new ones. In symbolic terms, we are the vessels. Wine is the new knowledge, new abilities, new traits evolution bestows on us. It is, what might be called, the natural order of things.
As for writing the Trilogy, frankly, I had no choice. The upheavals, which are at present sweeping the world, are mounting, threatening to upset all present systems, possibly resulting in a completely new political and economical structure of the world order. The present systems, powers, organizations will have a hard time to fit into the new scheme of things.
And let us make no mistake about this.
The forthcoming New Order will be as different from the world we live in today, as the atomic bomb and supersonic flights were from the days when the Christ walked this Earth. We had two thousand years to learn the lessons he imparted to us, and now, in the Age of Aquarius, we shall bear the consequences of our learning.
I think most of us already suspect that. My job is to show how such a cataclysmic change as is already in the making can take place without destroying all humanity. And trust me, it is going to be cataclysmic. And yet, humanity will survive, if only…
I’d better leave that for later.
Don’t hold your breath. It will take me a while to write parts 2 and 3. But when the books come, you’d better be ready for a surprise of a lifetime. And a shock it will be. That’s a promise.
December 11, 2012
…not one jot or one tittle?
Nature will not be denied
If we could twist nature around our little finger and make it behave, we wouldn’t be in the mess we are in. We can get down on both knees and beg God, or the Big Juju up there in the sky, to stop warming up the weather, to regulate the climate a little better, to cut down on those storms, earthquakes, tsunamis, and hurricanes and, well, unless you have greater powers than the greatest saints and saviours had in the past, it won’t do any of us much good.
I am talking, of course, about the Laws of Nature. Newton tried hard to define some of them, but some 2000 years ago we had been given a hint about a few others; and… “Till heaven and earth pass away, one jot or one tittle shall in no wise pass from the law…”
Some of us might think that this is some kind of mysterious, quasi “religious” warning concerning our spiritual wellbeing, but let us not kid ourselves. The Bible is a very practical book. It deals with the laws of nature, which had been created over billions of years of evolution to give us the best environment in which to grow, yes, spiritually.
In which we could develop the infinite potential of our consciousness. That’s what ‘spiritually’ means. Our consciousness.
If we try to destroy those laws, or the environment they control, we shall pay. In fact, listen to the World News. We are paying already. In September 2005, a paper published in Science magazine reported that in the in past 30 years, the number of Category 4 and 5 hurricanes had increased worldwide by 80%. Then there are other climatic cataclysms.
Look at New York. Is that close enough?
So unless we want our Earth, let alone heaven, i.e. the dualistic reality to live in, to “pass away”, we’d better learn a thing or two about the Law. I am not, nor do I have the slightest intention to become a preacher and tell you what to do. Each one of us must learn for him/her-self. We might be messing things up en mass, but we shall all die individually. In birth and death, we are always alone. Before and after, it is up to us.
This is not a threat. This is a promise.
If you’d rather escape into the realm of science-fiction, then you are welcome to try my It presents a very different alternative.
December 14, 2012
Are they kidding us?
The other day I read on the BBC Internet News that the scientists couldn’t understand why such a gargantuan black hole could exist in the middle of such a small galaxy. At first I thought the learned astrophysicist must have been joking.
Also on the Internet, “Sky and Telescope”, labeling itself, “THE ESSENTIAL GUIDE TO ASTRONOMY” reports:
A record-breaking black hole lurking at the center of a compact galaxy weighs about 17 billion Suns, a new study finds. Now astronomers are wondering: how did such a small galaxy come to harbor a leviathan?
Are they really? Wondering?
Isn’t it obvious to a ten year-old? Sorry, no offence to the ten-year olds.
And then I remembered the sentiments about the scientists I expressed in my book . Garbage in, garbage out. Apparently this applied not only to electronic computers by to the electric impulses gallivanting in scientists’ heads. Just how do the scientists imagine the Big Bang happen. From a Baby Bang in the middle of a great void?
For a black hole to “weigh” about 17 billion Suns, it must have grown from an equally gargantuan mega-galaxy over billions (and billions?) of years. Perhaps longer than our present, visible Universe exists. Perhaps the origin of our World wasn’t such a big bang after all. Perhaps there are many bigger hiccups still to come. Think about it. Seventeen billion suns? And… there may well be many bigger ones.
I wonder what will our astronomers say to that.
PS. While shivering at the thought of a 17 billion Sun type black hole, let us not forget that the, so called, matter is 99.99999999999% empty space. (Read my book, I didn’t make it up). Under those circumstances, the gargantuan black hole might not be so gargantuan after all.
I just love our scientists, don’t you?
The only thing that is billions of times bigger than our Sun is the dollars they spend on their research facilities. On the other hand, isn’t money also imaginary? Perhaps it, too, it is just a delusion?
PS. And since… BBC News announced that, according to Kepler telescope, an equal number, i.e. 17 billion earth-type planets rotate within our galaxy. Who knows some may host your cousins. Ain’t we got fun? Or maybe the scientists just like the number 17 bn.
December 16, 2012
Some faces are more different than others…
I don’t have time for a very rich social life. Having written some 30 books since my retirement, plus countless articles, short stories, blogs and poems (in two languages), my social interaction is limited to occasional dinners for six, both in and out of my house. In spite of that, perhaps thanks to my wife, I’ve never felt lonely. Perhaps loneliness is a luxury I simply do not have time for.
And this brings me to the famous, infamous for some, Facebook.
There, I count friends in their hundreds, soon to be thousands. And believe me, some have proven to be real friends: helpful, obliging, giving, cheering, showering me with encouragements in my writing aspirations.
And then there are the others. The lonely ones. They too are friends. They too have the need to share their interests, even as I do. The only problem is that I really have little interest in cooking/baking cakes, finding new ways to become obese in quickest way possible. While I love animals, some own me even now, I find only about a thousand expressions a cat can have which I feel the need to share with others—the next 10,001 are, well, repetitions on the same theme.
And then there are those who keep forgetting what they look like, and feel the need to tell the world that they uploaded yet another image of themselves, to make sure that we, too, don’t forget their faces. Well, they are Facebook friends. Take away their faces and what have you got left?
Cakes, cats, dogs and… is there something else?
Yes. There is. There are others.
There are those who share with me their latest achievements. The books they read, or wrote, the articles of interest, deep political/religious observations, and a thousand and one items of interest, which often brighten my day.
Finally, there are the jewels among my FB friends. They display on my home page a piece of art, or a miracle of nature, and when I click on it I am invited to their secret gardens, they call them albums, wherein they share with me miracles of human or nature’s achievements.
Unfortunately those are the few. The many will continue sharing their faces, cats, dogs and the latest fattening ingredients of their daily diet.
Good luck to all of you. Happy Hanukah and, although it’s still a bit early, Happy Xmas, Feliz Navidad, Joyous Kwanzaa, and Merry whatever it is that you’re celebrating. And I also wish you Happy Facebooking in 2013!
December 18, 2012
It’s all about consciousness
Soon, very soon, we shall celebrate the feast commemorating Yeshûa’s birth. He wasn’t born on December 25th, of course, but tradition will lead us to enjoy this date with expectation of joy.
The strangest thing is that, as far as one can gather, Yeshûa didn’t come to create any religion. Like all the other Hebrew prophets of the past, he’d “come”, or chosen as his mission, to steer his people, the Jews, back on the path from which they have strayed. Just like the Christians today.
Prophet Isaiah (9:6) probably said it best. For unto us a child is born… My offers this meaning veiled in the biblical symbolic idiom:
“For I feel the onset of a NewConsciousness within me, a new awareness of the Divine Presence:and to It I submit control over the totality of being: for I knowthat Its nature is filled with a great wonder, that It will counselme in all my endeavors, that there are no limits to Its awesomepower, that It shall be the Source of my creation, while evermaintaining Divine Peace of my being.”
Not many people interpret Isaiah’s words in this way. Indeed, in spite of the prophet’s words, they choose to ignore their essence, and continue to externalize the source of the power, the inspiration, the source of all their attributes that, surely, reside within them.
Attributes that reside within us.
All of us.
No wonder. It took Yeshûa some 18 years to learn and understand their meaning. Eighteen years conspicuously hidden from any mention in the Bible, except for one statement in Luke 2:52: “And Jesus increased in wisdom and stature, and in favour with God and man.”
This single reference states that Yeshûa (Jesus’ real name) was not ‘born’ with some incredible—not to mention—divine powers, but he “increased in wisdom and stature” over the years. It alludes to the 18 years of arduous studies, of research, of knocking on the doors of wisdom, until they swung opened for him. And, it seems, only when he discovered the meaning of Isaiah’s words, and delegated all the decisions to the higher consciousness he recognized within himself, he said: “I and my father are one”.
Although, at the time, this last statement attributed to Yeshûa had been considered blasphemy—as it would be now—the same statement is true of you and me, and every person who becomes, as Buddha would say, awakened to his or her true nature.
Just how Yeshûa reached this wisdom and “gained favour with God and man” you can see in my book “Yeshûa—Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus.” There may have been other ways, indeed thousands of them. But one thing is certain. He studied and searched and knocked on every door, which offered hope for enlightenment, until he found it.
The moral? If you don’t find divinity within yourself, you most certainly will not find it outside.
Perhaps we ought to follow in his footsteps.
December 19, 2012
The Laws of Nature are always Impartial.
Lao Tzu, the great Chinese mystic and philosopher, said: “Tao is always impartial, it is always on the side of the just man.”
At first sight, “impartial” and “always on the side of the just man,” seem contradictory. They are not. Not if we accept that there is no such thing as good and evil.
The concepts of good and evil are part of the dualistic reality, which is an illusion. In the East, for thousands of years they called it Maya. For as long as we think of the material world, which according to scientists is mostly empty space, as real, we suffer from dichotomy, in which we are little more than cogs in a universal machine turning the axis of Awagawan—we continue to walk in circles, hardly moving forward to free ourselves from the illusion of duality. Until we accept our “spiritual nature” as real, we are subject to the indomitable Universal Laws which rule the animal kingdom.
And what is “spiritual nature”? It is the attribute of an entity that sees itself as an individualization of the Omnipresent Consciousness. Once this bridge is crossed, we can endow this entity with any gamut of qualities, which do not deny the intrinsic oneness.
Only after we awaken, to use the Buddhist expression, to this realization, do we discover that we can share in the free will with which pure consciousness is endowed. Only then we can move mountains, heal the sick, create beauty to enhance the world for others. But first… we must wake up. Others have done it before us.
It is our choice.
Until we do, our free will is limited to puny and temporary refusal to obey the Universal Laws, which in the physical reality will never be denied. We shall be limited to pushing the Sisyphean rock up the eternal mountain, to repeat the same mistakes, tread the same paths, for eons and eons.
But, as it happens, we are free to stop. We are free to open our eyes, to open our ears and accept the Truth. This alone is within the realm of our free will.
The subject is also discussed in .
December 22, 2012
Your world or mine?
The Mayan calendar is finished and we are not.
I am glad you are still around to read this. There have been many forecasts proclaiming the End of the World. The Mayan Calendar is no exception. Nor are people who propagate such scare tactics. Some say that Jehovah’s Witnesses alone, posted more than ten dates for our impending demise. You sure we’re all still around?
The only world that will ever end for you, or me, is the world we have created as individuals.
There are many theories about the world. They are always very physical—very materialistic. First there was just one world—the solar system, the rest was just painted sky. Then there was a galaxy. Then we had many galaxies. Later a big, fat, or was it flat (?) universe. Then many universes. Finally, just recently, a multi-universe. Give them enough time and money, and the theoretical cosmologists will invent a whole bunch more of them.
This, providing we have the money, wouldn’t be bad if it weren’t for the fact that none of the universes they invent are real. Nothing physical is really real. As stated in many of my blogs (and my book ), whatever the scientists come up with is 99.99999999999% empty space, and probably long dead by the time they become aware of it. Their science is literally running on empty.
Don’t get me wrong. One scientist in about 100,000 is good. Really good. Clever. Like in any other profession.
On the other hand, there is no denying that the universe, or multi-universes, or whatever they want to call it, is there. Or here, depending on our point of view. The fact is that the moment we withdraw our consciousness either in sleep, or by having been knocked out, or by leaving our body permanently (some call it dying), all the universes we’ve left behind no longer exist. At least not for us. So the only universe that ends is ours. That’s right. Anyone’s particular universe—is no more.
All other, ah… imaginary universes are maintained and sustained by all other people who are still pretending that they are there. I mean here. Alive? Like the ex-Mayans, or the scientists.
So… we might as well enjoy the universes while we can. And, let us not sleep too long, lest they are no more there when we wake up. Ah… if we wake up. We can always dream, of course. Or…
December 24, 2012
Some of us got it all wrong…
Various Christian sects seem to ignore the Bible. A few phrases to consider. When addressed as “good,” Yeshûa replied: “Why do you call me good? No one is good by God alone”. (Mark 10:18)
“I can do nothing on my own…” (John 5:30), he assured.
When addressed as master, Yeshûa replied: I am not your master…” (Gospel of Thomas 15).
“As you sow that ye shall also reap”, admonishes Paul in his letter to the Galatians.
If anyone thinks that they can break the Laws and be “saved” through someone else’s efforts, the last statement denies it. It seems to be an error perpetrated by many Christian sects, presumably to make themselves indispensible as intermediaries, and thus make money out of the idea. Having someone else suffer for our own mistakes is the very opposite of the biblical teaching.
Yeshûa did not die for our “sins”, (which word, in Greek, is derived from archery and means: “missing the mark”), but because he had been depriving the establishment, i. e. the Pharisees and the Sadducees, of their tithes. They had a good thing going, just like our present day churches, and were not prepared to lose it for the life of one man. In the past, the Roman Church did the same thing, only worse, during the inquisition. Many men have been killed for a lot less than that.
And now for the good stuff.
For a number of years, the New Testament has been referred to as the “Good News”. And indeed, no news had ever been better. After many twists and turns, which the Jews have imposed on the Old Testament, Yeshûa, stated that we, and we alone, are the masters of our fate. That whatsoever we sow we shall also reap. That if we sow love, kindness, compassion, tolerance, generosity, forgiveness, and whatever else we wish to experience in our Kingdom, that is what we shall receive in kind. Sounds like a mathematical equation.
For my part, I noticed that Yeshûa threw in an “extra” to sweeten his promise. On parting he added: “These things have I spoken unto you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full”.
Joy, not suffering. Joy!
May your Christmases be always joyful.
I think there is more.
I think that out there, in the realm of his Kingdom, he continues to work on the immense storage of, what Carl Jung calls, our racial memory, to enhance our prospects of earning our dues. That’s the interest we get on the good deeds we store in our subconscious.
You can’t get much better than that, can you?
P.S.: Blog September 24, 2012. “…the name Jesus is meaningless. His name… 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 Western religions adopted.]
December 27, 2012
The single shade of Unconditional Love
It must be ages since we confused some common words, which seem to fill, so often, our “literary” pages. Romance, love, and sex, have became completely interchangeable; and this in spite of Shakespeare and a host of poets, who did their level best to draw lines between them. Of course, the use of language must, per force, always sink to its lowest denominator—to the level the vast majority of people. How else could writers make a living?
Alas, many are called, only few are chosen. I am writing this to those who wish to be chosen. To the chosen few who decided not to follow the masses.
Yet, as we know from Peter & Paul, both are necessary. The many are needed to sustain the human species from which the few can rise to unprecedented levels. The Shakespeares, mentioned above, the Mozarts, the Leonardo da Vincis, the saints and saviors, the masters in so many fields… they are all part of the same human species. Yet, are they not the chosen few?
The ridiculous thing is that when Einstein’s brain was examined, it differed in no way from many others on the autopsy table. We all have the same, i.e. near infinite, potential. We are all gods in the making, latent geniuses, almost ready to enhance our species.
We confused love, romance and sex.
Romance and sex sustain our species, our place in the animal kingdom. Every animal species indulges in sex, quite a few in romance. Observe the romance that Birds of Paradise display in mating. Few humans can match it. Few humans would, even if they could. And even parental love is inbred in our genes. It forces each species to look after its young. This, too, is still part of procreation.
But there is also a different kind of love. In moments of great inspiration this kind of love can be manifested, though… rarely in nonhumans. It is called Unconditional Love. It is the kind of love that can make us divine. The kind of love that does not differentiate between ‘us’ and ‘them’. Which makes us One.
In my new historical novel, , I discuss the concept of the many and the few. You might enjoy it. It is about the greatest gift that we can give to each other.
December 29, 2012
Surely, we Are Immortal
To save you having to read the rest of this blog let me state, right here and now, that there is no such a thing as death. Nothing can ever cease to exist. It can transmute itself into other forms, metamorphose into other shapes, other uses, but it cannot die—meaning—cease to exist. Both, manifested and the un-manifested realities are eternal.
Only those should read on who accept the above a priori. This is pure physics. Matter can turn into energy, energy into matter. No disappearance, no dying. The physicists, particularly in special and general relativity, call it mass-energy equivalence.
So the only question we must ask ourselves is if there is anything that the generally accepted definitions of mass and energy do not cover. Does beauty exist? Are there emotions? Are they ‘real’? And what of love—does love exist? Is it a form of energy? And, of course, there are thoughts gallivanting all over the universe. Our thoughts? Do they really exist? Or do we merely imagine that we think—that anyone is capable of generating thoughts? Imagine? But if so, what is imagination, what of its mass and energy equivalence? And what of that which has no mass, just behaves as though it had—like light. Do photons really exist? And as for thoughts, once produced, where do they go? Are they absorbed into whatever we are thinking about? Into a piece of music, or a painting, or sculpture? What happens to them?
Are any of those concepts real?
If the answer to any of the above is yes, then they too, at their most elemental form, must remain immortal, subject to metamorphosis and/or transmutation, of course, but they can never cease to exist.
Like you and me.
It is my contention that we, yes—you and I—are foci of consciousness which generate thoughts, emotions, imagination, feelings, other than physical—those we assign to the material enclosures in which we reside at present. But when asleep, when dreaming, when flying on the wings of fancy, it is not our physical body that carries our awareness. It is the entity we constructed with our thoughts generated by our minds, not brains but minds, with our emotions—both attributes of our consciousness. Our bodies can’t do that. Remove consciousness from our bodies and they are little more than bags of water with an admix of some minerals.
People mused for millennia trying to define their real selves. To define means to set limitations, and our I AM has no limitations. Thus, it can’t be done. I AM is eternally connected, indomitably indivisible from that which is Omnipresent, Eternal, Indestructible.
Nothing dies. Not the I AM. And thus neither can you nor I. Two years ago I wrote an essay entitled WHO AM I? It is part of my collection of essays in the book . It reaches out into ancient history, tracing the search for our identity. You might find it interesting.
December 31, 2013
The King is dead, God save the King
Power is the opposite of love. No matter how we might twist it, the purpose of power is to impose one’s will, not to support the will of others. Love proposes, power imposes. People who seek power obviously don’t know that. Someone once said that only a fool would seek power, only a saint would accept it. The dangers of corruption are just too great.
The reason why imposition of power doesn’t work is that every single person in the world is an individual, and the world “individual” comes from Latin meaning: indivisible or inseparable. From what? At some level, from the single, omnipresent Consciousness.
Those who claim to follow a religion, it means inseparable from God. Hence, the imposition of power by anyone on anyone should be avoided even at one’s own cost.
Apparently, most politicians, or those running various churches, or perhaps making millions on Wall Street, never heard about it, or… they can’t speak Latin. Nevertheless, ignorance of law is no excuse for breaking in. We break it in this life, and we’ll pay for it in the next. And the next. And… until we set it right. Until we restore the balance.
That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.
But we mustn’t blame those wielding power. Most people, though the majority would never admit it, want to be told what to do, and how to do it. They also want someone they can blame when things don’t work out. Perhaps life is intended to be joyful, not easy. If we enjoy challenges, then our lives are filled with joy.
And if any of us still wonder why did the great teachers of the past always stress the importance of love, the answer is easy. It is because, as I mention above, love is the antithesis of power. Power destroys him or her who wields it. Empires fall. Always. As do those who wield power. Love makes us One. It makes us Immortal.
The really Good News is that very, very few, of us have the onus to impose our will on others. It is a heavy cross to bear. But most of us are either independent, or are trying to be. And thus, only very few of us are subject to influence of deadly corruption. It doesn’t matter if the power is political, economical, religious or any other. It corrupts. Most of us do not wield power. We offer love, instead. Aren’t we lucky?
See my point?
Happy New Year!
More in my essay #5, “Power”, in my book entitled , a collection of essays. You might enjoy them. Let me know if you do.
January 2, 2013
The meaning of Freedom has changed
The Land of the Free? You are kidding, right?
“Spread you legs wide, Madam, and hold your arms out.” Did you ever try refusing this command at the airport? We are free to obey or be arrested. Our choice.
Freedom? Not in Europe, North or South America or most of Asia. Not my idea of freedom. In Canada, you are not even allowed to die at the time of your choosing. Liberty?
“Life is not fair, but God is good,” assures us the televangelist, pastor motivational speaker, and author, Robert Schuller. Some twenty people had given him 5 stars on the Amazon for this unprecedented pearl of wisdom.
Does Schuller’s statement sound like freedom to you? Life’s not fair? And whose fault is that? He, even as all religions and governments, continue to poison peoples’ minds with such statements. This is part of the carrot and stick syndrome of controlling people. How could life be unfair if god is good? If you love your child, would you be unfair to him or her? Would god do any less then you? Isn’t he supposed to be almighty? What sort of god does Schuller believe in?
And finally there is the popular dictum of most religions: “If you don’t do as I say, you’ll go to hell.” Or to jail. Your choice.
“Keep them scared and ignorant. This will make them easier to control,” is the motto that motivates all who are in power, the world over. In the western cultures, some of us have been brought up to believe the psalmist who said that: “ye are gods”. What a shame that our leaders have long forgotten this assurance, and are determined to turn us into obedient slaves.
But the truth will still set us free.
And when it does, in that instant we shall realize, suddenly, like a flash of lightning, that life—god notwithstanding—is always fair. That we can no longer blame anyone for the reality we have created through our own efforts—knowingly or not.
But to realize this truth we must earn our freedom. We must liberate ourselves from those who wish to curb our freedom, supposedly for our own good. Instead of listening to pompous TV preachers we must set aside a quiet time, everyday, during which we must learn to listen to our inner voice. Our inner voice. Not someone else’s microphone boosted harangues—political, economic, or religious. The truth, whatever it might be, lies within us. Within our hearts. Then Freedom will be our, again.
On a lighter side, if you’d want to see not so much what is, but what could be, you might like to read Part Three of my Winston Trilogy. It is called . You might get an idea how you could build yours. Of course you might enjoy it even more if you’d read Parts One and Two of my Trilogy first.
As always, it’s up to you.
January 4, 2013
Again, the Many and the Few
This takes us back, again, to Peter and Paul. Peter did not create any religion; Paul did. Paul created organizational means of controlling the masses. Religion was never intended for individuals. It has been said that John the Baptist baptized us with water, but he that came after him will do so with the Holy Ghost. Peter knew that. Paul, on the other hand, knew, from the very beginning, that in order to have any influence over people you had to organize them. He also learned, quickly, that contrary to popular belief and frequent denials, people want to be told what to do. They do not want to accept responsibility for their thoughts, actions, even beliefs. They would rather have someone else to blame.
Like the devil, for instance?
No such entity existed before the early Church invented him. He had a dual function: one, to instill fear—always the best emotion to control people, and two, to give people someone to blame for their own mistakes.
Remember that before the Judeo-Christian philosophy took root, there was also no such thing as sin. One made mistakes, one paid for them. Then “sin” became another means of scaring people into obedience, thus making them easy to control.
Religions in the pre-Christian times had very different purposes. Originally their intent was to awaken people to their true potential.
Then… things changed.
The previous intent could only work for relatively small number of people who were in frequent touch with those who new the truth. As the population multiplied at a rate comparable only to the lowest levels of animal life, this no longer offered sufficient means of enlightening people. What Paul realized was that if he can control the masses of possible acolytes, or candidates for further study then, in time, at least some of them, could be instructed in the truth.
We know now that his method failed.
What he didn’t count on was that having been so successful in his endeavours, the Church amassed such power that it became subject to the indomitable laws which power breads; it became subject to the law of corruption. There is ample evidence that this corruption, which reached its peak during the Spanish Inquisition, neither would, nor could turn its direction without yielding at least some of its power. From imposing physical torture and murder on the disobedient, the church turned to anathema, to “eternal damnation”, which was one of the biggest lies ever introduced by any power-yielding plutocracy.
Nevertheless, while “the many” remained under the dark shadow of the Church, “the few” freed themselves from its clutches, and began to study, again, the original teaching on which the Church claimed to have based its power. Such people, the seekers of truth, live quietly, usually quite unknown to the general public, certainly unknown to the Church.
If anyone is interested in furthering his or her own studies, the should help. Good luck.
January 7, 2013
Again, the Many and the Few
Few writers seem to realize that the prerequisite to writing is having something to say. We have video and audio recordings of what is, what transpired, while only writers have the privilege to show what could be—even if later it were to be converted to other media.
Ah, yes. Something to say…
That, according to the majority, leaves us with sex and murder—like 90% of programs on TV and the movies, often on our news, too. Unless one could describe such the way Shakespeare did, such liberties should be redundant.
Thankfully, there is a small group of people who seem left out from this prevailing mainstream; people who stand apart from the masses that populate this glorious planet of ours. As so often these days, they are the unknowns.
They are the few. I learn from them, daily.
I’ve chosen to write about the Human Potential. Not many people do. Not about our propensity for accumulating material goods; those are transient—ephemeral—while our potential is not only infinite but also eternal.
I wonder how many people, including the so-called, successful amongst us: the CEO, the presidents, those to whom leadership has been entrusted, how many of them ever wondered what was, what is, meant by the ancient biblical phrase: “Ye are gods”. If those men, or women, belong to any organized religion, then they would have to take this expression as blasphemy. After all, this is exactly how this phrase had been treated some 2000 years ago. The fact this potential had been made for all men and women didn’t help. Blasphemy punished by crucifixion.
Had the psalmist been wrong? After all, he was one among the many; yet only human. “Only” sounds like such an inadequate word when speaking of Human Potential.
Well, after some 50 years of daily contemplation, I decided that the ancient scribe was not wrong. I concluded that he was describing our, human, ultimate potential. Or as Buddha would put it, about our potential once we wake up from our slumber.
I hope some of my blogs might serve to stir some of us from our slumber. And then, after some considerable thought, some of us will awaken to the realization of the truth, to the unadulterated joy of the Human Potential. Perhaps, as suggested in ?
January 9, 2013
We never stop trying…
A strange thought came to me, probably inspired at the subliminal level by something I’d heard or read, that the best way to get is to give. This does not apply, of course, to people to whom possessions, physical, material possessions, are of importance. On the other hand, until an ebook was invented, for writers at least, the problem of giving carried considerable financial burdens.
Printing + postage of a book to anyone in our large, ocean to ocean to ocean country made giving almost prohibitive. I don’t mean a copy or two for our friends, or for publicity purposes, but hundreds if not thousands of copies to total strangers, who might, just might, enjoy our efforts to entertain them.
As it happens, the very fact that our presents go to total strangers, who, in all probability will never take the trouble to say “thank you” (let alone express their gratitude within the review column), makes the act of giving somehow nobler. Ah… “to give and expect nothing in return…” didn’t someone recommend such an action a long, long time ago?
Alas, for a quite a while a writer, or at least any writer I know, could not afford it. And then, lo and behold, an ebook was born. Now, all who aspire to give can do so without incurring any expense. Of course, by selling the book we would make thousand and thousands of dollars (should we be so lucky), but not making money is not the same as having to advance money one doesn’t have. In other words, one cannot give what one doesn’t have.
I am reminded of an elderly aunt of mine who looked with compassion at a girl suspected of practicing the world’s oldest profession. She looked at her, smiled and said, “She is engaged in a wonderful trade. She has it, she gives it away, and she still has it.”
A little like me, now. I have an ebook, I give it away, and I still have it. I can only hope that my books will turn out to be as popular as the profession of the girl who caught attention of my aunt.
I decided that every week, at least one of my ebooks will be offered for free on Amazon Kindle, or elsewhere. Look for it. It will be yours to keep, with no obligations.
Just promise me, from afar, that you will try to enjoy it, even as I enjoy giving it to you. I will not always tell you which one, and on which day, but the presents will be there every week.
Just this once, I’ll start you off. Sometimes in the next few weeks, my second historical novel will be free for you to download at Amazon Kindle. Join the many hundreds who already have their copy. Later, you’ll be on your own. And in the meantime, you can read . It, too, is a free download.
January 11, 2013
Let the dead bury the dead.
“Let the dead bury the dead?” Rather harsh words from the Prince of Peace, don’t you think? But, how many of us ask ourselves “why”. Why did Yeshûa refer to “ordinary” men, perhaps women, as the dead? Buddha gave us a hint. Perhaps Yeshûa could have said, “let those who choose to sleep, continue sleeping.” Perhaps he was just making a point.
Nothing would change, of course. The “dead” would remain the dead. Those who were asleep were not ready to wake up. Only they could decide if an when they would become alive.
But… why dead?
Well, it seems to me that in Yeshûa’s eyes alive was only that that was, or is, immortal. If we ask anyone if they deem themselves immortal they’d probably reply, well… ah… you know… what do you mean immortal? Doesn’t everyone die, sooner or later?”
This is the question I intend to answer right here.
If you or I indentify ourselves with our physical or material body, or possessions, than we no only identify ourselves with that which even we know is transient, but which, in essence, is empty space. Which is an illusion.
The problem with immortality is the same as with infinity. It has neither beginning nor end. If we think that we came to being only at the moment of our birth, then, obviously, we disqualify ourselves from being immortal. And Yeshûa considered only the immortal as alive. Only that which is indestructible, which cannot be broken or hurt. Ever.
That which can be injured physically, emotionally, mentally, is not immortal. The first is the most ephemeral, the second lasts longer, and the ideas born in the unconscious and brought to fruition through our mental process have the longest shelf-life. At some level they continue to exist, by our standards, almost forever. But they are not immortal. Only our raised consciousness can aspire to that term.
Not the ephemeral, reactive consciousness born of the magnificent biological robot we call our body, our temporary abode, but that which uses this creation to gather new experiences in the realm of the immortal. And therefore, whatever does not qualify as such, is dismissed, as though it never existed. If anyone is not aware of being immortal, then he or she isn’t. It’s as simple as that. We and we alone create our reality. No one can do it for us.
As always, it is our choice.
Try reading my . It might help.
January 13, 2013
To judge or not to judge
A long time ago, a man advised us not to judge others, lest we might be judged. Two thousand years ago, the teacher did not have modern language, nor modern scientific knowledge, to explain his thoughts in a manner, which would be easily understood to modern man. So it is with the question of judgment.
In a court of law, we witness many cases (some enacted on TVs), wherein the two advocates present countless arguments for and against the accused, to enable the jury to “pass judgment”. Yet, no matter how we try, we can only condemn the deed, never the perpetrator of such. Why?
If we judge a man’s or a woman’s body, then the medical profession can furnish us with a great deal of knowledge why he or she might be guilty or innocent. Mental aberration, various psychological disorders, chemical imbalance in the brain, etc., etc..
But no matter how we dissect the brain and its functions, man is more than the sum of his physical parts. The best I can do to illustrate the problem is to compare man to an iceberg. Wikipedia tells us that:
“Because the density of pure ice is about 920 kg/m³, and that of sea water about 1025 kg/m³, typically only one-ninth of the volume of an iceberg is above water.”
A similar comparison can be advanced in relation to the ratio between a man’s conscious and unconscious functions, only, in all likelihood, the ratio would be more like a thousand, if not a million, to one. This would mean that no matter how well we amass our evidence in a court of law, we can only judge, at best, one-ninth of a man, or one-ninth of that which motivates his actions.
A poor judgment indeed.
Of course, we must never confuse trying to help someone, leaning over a precipice, with judgment that carries overtones of condemnation. It seems to me that discrimination should enable us to recognize the difference between right and wrong—not to result in unjust or prejudicial treatment of those who disagree with us. The first is a sign of compassion, the second of only partially founded judgment.
In my sequel to , the , I try to illustrate the problems issuing from judgment. You might enjoy it.
Hence, it is better that a hundred seemingly guilty men go free, than that one innocent be judged unjustly. Do we need laws? Of course. As always, many will continue to judge, and only a few will refrain, and thus not accumulate negative Karma. But it is not the judgment, as such, which leaves us carrying the burden. It is the punishment we met without sufficient knowledge. It is of imposing punishment we must beware.
But that’s the way the world is designed: for the many and the few. It is always our choice to which group we choose to belong.
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January 15, 2013
Masters and Minions
There are about 7 billion of us on Earth, and pretty much all of us have the same potential. Contrary to popular belief we are not born equal—our birthright is dependant on accumulated Karma—but we all have equal potential to overcome our difficulties, no matter how varied they are. We mustn’t forget that all the Universal Laws (which some people tried to regiment into religions with very dubious results), deal not with the ephemeral, transient, imaginary reality, which most of us mistakenly recognize as real, i.e. the material universe, but with the true reality, wherein thoughts and emotions are the building blocks of what we consider real.
Pretty much all of us are capable of great deeds and great misdeeds. Our scope is near-infinite. There is however one trait which distinguishes us more from each other than any other. And this trait is expressed in our choice of action or reaction. Most animals are capable only of reaction. They react to their environment, to the dictates of their hormones, their genetic predispositions, their instincts.
Sadly, this applies to the vast majority of men and women, to the members of the illustrious Homo sapiens.
To most of us.
If it hadn’t been for the apple, which Eve procured for us in the Garden of Eden, we would continue to react without discrimination to all of the above and then, more often than not, blame others for the results.
Some of us, the few, those who decide to be among the chosen few, are determined to be proactive. To be motivated by action, not reaction but action, motivated by not instinct but by intuition. Instinct is the result of the sum-total of our accumulated knowledge, I call it our subconscious. Intuition motivates us to action not previously experienced. It is risky, often requiring courage; it also often forces us to swim against the popular current, it propels us into uncharted waters of reality. It inspires us to go, “where no man has been before”.
Writers who dream of such challenges often resort to science-fiction. Only there they can spread their wings, cross new horizons, perhaps even avoid ridicule, and at best, not be jailed or condemned for daring to think differently from most others.
I, too, dared to do so. Actually, I do so in all my books. I deal with human potential. With the potential of the few who dare to act, and not just react. But if you need the veil of science-fiction to protect your sanity from venturing too far, then I suggest you try my . It is about the few who dared, who risked their lives, to try to help the many. Isn’t this always the case?
January 17, 2013
The Pluto Effect
At first sight, for reasons not quite clear to me, perhaps fuelled by fear, we don’t seem to notice the changes that are transforming our world in recent years. Yet, surely, one would have to be blind not to notice that slowly but truly we are careering steeply into the Age of Anarchy.
But not all is lost. Like everything else, this Age is transient.
No matter what causes the upheavals we witness, their purpose has invariably positive aims. We are about to make gigantic steps in electronic evolution, which is likely to make many a labour done at present by men—obsolete. I am not a prophet, but an observer of trends, rather as a meteorologist observes air currents. And, indeed, just as a meteorologist—I can be wrong. By a year or two. Perhaps by a decade. But, trust me, our world order is in the process of changing diametrically.
The new scheme of things, which is creeping upon all of us, is as unavoidable as all the past rudimentary changes that took place, periodically, throughout history. You can read about some of them in my . Unfortunately, what we cannot do is to stop the unfolding of reality, any more then we could stop the Earth spinning around our sun. Nor, hopefully, would we want to. But what we can do is to prepare to absorb the shockwave, which is approaching us.
No, not a tsunami. It will not be a consequence of any physical upheaval. It will be born from a change that is taking place in human consciousness.
A revolutionary change.
A hint comes from the Zodiac. In the Age of Aquarius, ever man will assume responsibility for watering his or her own garden.
People always seem to confuse such deductions with religious prophecies. Not so, unless one equates all things with religion. Nor is it science, which tends to study only the past—or the results, rather than the process itself. No. This is the study of the present, and drawing conclusions that are already shaping our future.
The vision of such is so real to me, that I am gathering evidence which will enable me two write two novels, the Pluto Effect and the 7th Race. Both are provisionary titles, but both will form a trilogy as continuation of my already published novel The Wall, which is destined to form part one of the Aquarius Trilogy.
Our “free will” is limited to temporary resistance of the whirlwind in which countless zillions of cycles of energy and matter swirl to construct for us an illusion of the world we consider to be real.
Wait and see. Only please, keep your eyes open, and if you don’t want to, then, when ready, read my book. I will not keep anything from you. Trust me, if you enjoyed my “ ”, then you’ll love the next two.
And if not, well, I will have enjoyed writing them.
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January 19, 2013
When you see these things happening…
“No one knows that day or hour…”
These words (Matthew 24:36) refer to the Armageddon, which will take place in the heart and mind, or better said, in the consciousness of every individual, and well precede the moment of enlightenment. The scriptures deal almost exclusively with the state, or states, of consciousness—not with physical phenomena. The apocalyptic nonsense you read on the New York bestseller lists is just that—nonsense.
Nevertheless, it is up to us to observe and draw conclusions from the consequences of the state of consciousness which we, as a species, have achieved after a few billions of years of evolution. It is not a pretty sight. Rather then elevating the awareness of the life-force within is, we seem to concentrate more and more on our bodies, on our physical comfort, on satisfying our ego, which keeps us apart, rather then our consciousness which brings us together.
What humanity seems to have forgotten in the miasma of materialism is that there is only one, single consciousness—life, if you prefer—and we, yes, all of us, are no more than individualizations of this Singularity. And what really matters are the prerogatives of the Totality, and not of particular men or women. If we chose to separate ourselves from the dictates of the Age, we merely get ‘recycled’, as, regrettably, most of us seem to be doing. Hence, the evolution of consciousness is slowing in direct proportion to the material evolution that is taking place.
The balance is always maintained.
For a causal observer, the meteoric advances in the development of electronics gives us a clear sign where the world, the physical/material world is going. As we, as a species, have failed to become united under the banner of united consciousness, we shall do so under the micro-voltaic impulses of electronic devices. If you observe the world as I do, you’ll see that it cannot be otherwise. My Aquarius Trilogy will show one way in which it can happen. But, of course, the ways are infinite. And even my vision will take time to put on paper. In the meantime, I hope you’ll enjoy part one of the trilogy, . It is but a foretaste of things to come. A gentle hint. Enjoy it.
If you do, perhaps you’ll choose to join the few for whom the present reality is already not… real. And you’ll become, at least in part, immune to the forthcoming changes. Perhaps.
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January 21, 2013
More about the living and the dead
Saints and Sinners
I must have horrified the practitioners of various religions by one of my blogs, in which I held that there is no such thing as good and evil. At least, not in the sense in which various religions give it their meaning. We know now that the biblical word ‘sin’ is the translation of a Greek word derived from archery, meaning: “missing the mark”.
This leads us to saints and sinners. Let’s face it, both, saints and sinners miss the mark on occasion, but that’s no reason to send anyone to eternal damnation. Nor keeping your ship on a straight keel makes you a saint.
Saint means one thing and one thing only. It means whole. Complete. All that you are meant to be. If you achieve such a state of consciousness, you can, and usually do, make miracles. The word saintly, or holy, as in “holy bible”, is derived from Old English word: ‘halig’ of Germanic origin. It is related to Dutch and German ‘heilig’, meaning ‘whole’. Hence “holy bible” implies that all we need to know can be found within its voluminous pages. It helps, of course, if we understand what the ancients were talking about two or three thousand years ago. My may be of some help in that.
So to get back, again, to saints and sinners, we are told that we must strive to become all that we can be. This attitude has little to do with teachings of most religions, least of all, of the sacerdotal interpretations of the scriptures. There is no money in making people all they can be. In fact, it might raise undesirable competition. Hence, the meaning of sinner has been adapted to suit the organizations, which make money out of their version of various scriptures, mostly by the use of the stick and carrot technique, while ‘holy’ is reserved to things or organizations like holy church, holy days of obligations, holy grail, various holy scriptures, holy trinity, not to mention holy moly, holy cow, and “holy Moses”.
No disrespect intended, but the meaning of the word has changed fundamentally. Originally, only that which was in the image of the Whole, was identified as holy. Nothing else. Things change…
Hence, saints and sinners. To repeat, saints are people, men and women, who have reached completeness. Who are whole, or holy. Who identify with all that they are—in consciousness, mind, emotions and body.
Sinners are the rest of us, who have not yet reached this exalted state. Who are still missing the mark. The bull’s eye. But… well, some of us keep trying.
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January 23, 2013
If music be the food of love…
A Word about Music
There is a New Age religion is which called the religion of the Light and Sound of God. If such description satisfies their believers, than the noise which is substituted for music in just about all TV and movie productions must be the sound of Satan, assuming of course, that it was impersonated, as always, by a pretentious note-juggler in a human form.
Yet not only the Eckists, as I believe they call themselves, but the admirers of Shakespeare, must shudder, and the bard himself must be turning repeatedly in his grave for the same reason. “If music be the noise of hatred”, rather than “the food of love”, as he suggests in his Twelfth Night, then the present day ‘musicians’ are fully vindicated.
Some say there is progress, other, particularly most of the Eastern Philosophies, assure us that we are regressing. From the original Eden, the Golden Age, we are sinking and have reached the Age of Kali, the last and lowest state of consciousness, also known there as the Iron Age.
But we mustn’t worry. It all goes in cycles.
So it is with music. Having started with jungle drums in the darkest Africa, we grew in cycles until Mozart and his contemporaries reach the acme of melody, harmony, and, in my opinion the absolute peak of beauty in his Requiem, matched only by J-S. Bach in some of his unaccompanied sonatas.
And then came the American Idol. The only good part, again in my ears, is the fact that the cacophony which the jungle drums make drown, at least in part, the ejaculations which the “artists” spew into the microphones, partially, but regrettably not wholly, inserted into their gaping orifices.
I know. I’m old. I’m of the last vestiges of the age of melody, harmony and beauty—of the short spell of the Renaissance. I don’t belong in this world. I still dream as Anne did in my of recreating the essence of the inspiration, which guided the past masters of composition. Alas, they are gone. And don’t worry—I, too, will pass, soon enough. The masses will be free to enjoy the jungle drums of old, of the primitive sounds which led humanity to the masters that are now long gone. In the meantime, I offer you a little poem I once wrote as a tribute to the Idol. I was jealous of the Americans, so I created a Canadian Idol of the North!
My grunts vibrate over the North Pole,
travelling right thro’ the growing ozone hole,
then bounce and rise to the silvery moon…
I can scream, and howl, and sometimes even croon!
Then I overdo acting, like some misbegotten hams,
And I roar louder, to drown the deafening drums.
I throw my weight around, jerk for all I’m worth!
‘Cause I’m the First, the Only, Idol of the North!
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January 25, 2013
And the Truth shall set you free…
On January 18th, 2013, Jason Palmer, the Science and Technology reporter for the BBC News, stated, in writing, and in the same article, two propositions, which, apparently to him, are not in contradiction to each other:
[_ “The Universe's highest-energy light could finally yield clues to the nature of the "dark matter" that makes up some 85% of the Universe's mass.” _]
[_ “The current theory holds that 75% of the Universe is dark energy, 21% is dark matter, and just 4% the kind of matter we know well.” _]
And, allow me to repeat, this very same scientific establishment has proven that the remaining 4% of “matter as we know it” is 99.9999999999999% empty space.
So much for scientists, Mr. Atheist. So much for things you think you can touch and feel and pretend that what your physical senses tell you are real. Good luck, only please, don’t tell that to any physicist or any other self-respecting scientist, or they’ll laugh you out of your reality.
So… what is real?
As Aldous Huxley has said, “You shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.” Or… set you free? As always, I suppose, it’s your choice.
There are, unfortunately, no shortcuts. You may sit under a Bodhi tree for countless years and be none the better for it. You might, on the other hand, wake up one day, and suddenly, yes, quite unexpectedly, feel that something stupendous has taken place. That suddenly the reality that you always regarded as the real thing is no longer… well, was no longer real. That reality has taken on a new, wondrous dimension, that it widened, and grew, and spread to the ends of the Universe, and that somehow, by some strange unexplainable means you became an indivisible part of this wonder of wonders.
And a moment later things will return to ‘normal.’ The same reality, which took you along the passage of time into the illusory reality which, once again, surrounds you. Only this time you will smile, to yourself, and to all the atheists in the whole, wide world. Because you’ll know something they don’t.
And then you’ll smile again. Because you’ll also know that it is only a question of time. You will know that one day a lightening will also strike them, and fill their hearts with wonder. And then they too will smile. Perhaps, a little like Mona Lisa.
And if you think this is strange, try my . It will surprise you a lot more.
January 27, 2013
Jefferson and Franklin had it right.
It has become politically correct to say that we are all born equal. This is, of course, a blatant lie. Politicians are in a habit of avoiding the truth like plague. But even for them to suggest that after millions, perhaps billions, of years of evolution any two entities, any two individualizations of the Whole, might have accumulated the same measure of experience, is patently absurd.
Years ago, Thomas Jefferson and later Benjamin Franklin had it right. They stated in the “immortal declaration” that all men (speaking generically, I hope) are created equal.
And there’s the rub, as William would say.
Sometime in the hoary past, perhaps a countless number of creative cycles in which universes had been born, with or without big bangs, and then disappeared again, perhaps into gigantic black holes which occupied no space at all…
…perhaps, once upon such a time, the Whole decided to individualize Itself into countless, absolutely countless shards of mirror in which to regard Itself. That is when we, you and I, had been created. Not out of nothing, we always existed, only we became temporarily fragmented, each one of us carrying the full imprint of our origin. A little like our bodies carry the imprint of our origin in our DNA.
It is this act of creation, of individualization, that made us all equal, for the simple reason that we had been all created of the same stuff, of the same Consciousness, which is the only indestructible trait we carry with us for all time and beyond.
Of course, if we equate ourselves with our physical shells as the only expression of our individuality, then we are also wrong. We are born with very different physical potential. Even physically we are all endowed with different attributes—this is why there is only one gold medal at the Olympics, and why there are so many different disciplines. But, those shells we use to compete with each other are just… shells. They are the magnificent biological robots which each one of us developed over billions of years. Once an amoeba, a single-celled organism, we grew and advanced to become the human entities we are today. No two are alike—but each an every one of them, of us who occupy those wondrous constructs, are endowed with truly divine potential. With the potential of our Source. Of Infinity.
Aren’t we lucky?
It is a long journey. We have billions of years behind us, we have probably billions in front. Some of what we might do with this time is described in , of my Winston Trilogy. You might enjoy it. You might like it even more is you start at the beginning—with .
January 29, 2013
And the Truth shall set you free…
Most religions, and as often scientific communities, speak of mysteries of god and/or the universe. Yet, at the same time, none are so critical of other faiths as leaders of various religions, and the professorial scientists of past scientific achievements. This surely must be the greatest enigma.
The first group deals with the impossible to prove, invisible, unimaginable, indefinable—all traits that hardly lend themselves to certainty that they are, or could be, right.
The second group is in a constant state of denial, convinced that although all religions are wrong, they, and only they are invariably right. What this group of the illustrious scientists seems to forget that they are all laughing in derogatory convulsions at many ‘scientific’ achievements of a hundred years ago. They consider it unconscionable that hundred years from now, they too will be laughed at as primitive quasi-scientists, walking in circles admiring their own navels.
This is the nature of physical progress, or, to invert the concept, of progress of physics. The wisest thing to do is to accept that magic of today will be the science of tomorrow. On the other hand, it might lead us to believe that some concepts confined to religions today will, over time, become accepted as scientific theories. Speaking only for myself, I am prepared to bet my bottom dollar that this will happen, though, of course, I shan’t be here to brag about it. Nevertheless, what I am leading up to is that criticism almost invariably diminishes the critic, not that which is criticized. That which is criticized is little more than a toy the scientists play with. (No comments about the pot and the cattle, please!)
If past experience is any indication of the future we are about to face, then we can be sure of only one thing. As times goes on, we know less and less about the great teachings of the Great Avatars, and more and more about the material reality, which is, in most respects, only imaginary; as in empty space; as in that which is in constant flux; in constant movement, turmoil. As that which changes faster than we can observe it.
So much for science.
We have long forgotten what was the original reason for religions. As for the scientists, they can be proud of knowing more and more about near-empty space. About virtually… nothing.
Sounds pretty stupid, doesn’t it? Isn’t there a danger that future generations will laugh at us? That, too, is an enigma. Perhaps we got it all wrong. Perhaps the fellow in the Lakeshore Hospital had it right; the fellow in . You decide.
February 1, 2013
No man is above the law…
Yes, I am. Above the law, I mean. Or at least besides it. Of course, it depends which or whose law you are referring to. Some years ago I’ve written an essay entitled “Cycles”. It is #21 in my Collection called . It discusses the fall of man, which began not in Eden, but with the Codex of Hammurabi. It was, to my knowledge, the first official recognition that “many are called though but few are chosen”. It is also the first official attempt to curb man’s freedom. The Code of Hammurabi, who died ca. 1750 BCE, was for the many.
There were others.
A little later, similar codes of law had sprouted in several early civilizations. In Mesopotamia alone there were the Sumerian code of Ur-Nammu, the Law of Eshnunna, the cod of Lipit-Ishtar, and, somewhat later, circa 1550-1100 BCE, the Hittite code of Laws.
So much for “the many”.
“The few” live not only above such man-made laws, but adhere to laws much, much higher—much more demanding—law necessary for their survival: not physical but spiritual. Recognition of such higher law was, and is necessary for the survival of their, and our, consciousness.
All who adhere to those higher laws are among the few. Not by being chosen or appointed, but by their, individual choice.
The subject is not new. Sooner of later we all make a choice. You might call it our battle of Armageddon. The word appears only once in Revelation of John. It probably originates in Hebrew har megiddo, which means the Mountain of Megiddo. It bears remembering that in biblical symbolism, a ‘mountain’, a ‘hill’, or any raised ground, always refers to the raised state of consciousness, such as we may achieve in prayer or contemplation.
Hence, the battle of Armageddon takes place in a state of raised consciousness. In fact, in a more literal sense, har migiddo is a ‘hill’ created by people attempting to reach this altered state of consciousness for generations. Battles took place there throughout history. It takes an effort, often many generations (or reincarnations) to reach this exalted state. And it is a real battle. That which we have been before must die, before the “new I” can be born.
No one said it would be easy, but the compensations include immortality. And, whether we like it or not, sooner of later, we must all fight it. And, also sooner or later, we shall win. And only then we can join the chosen few. After all, it is we who make that choice—who do the choosing—to fight or not to fight.
Sooner or later.
And wondrous thing is that if we win, that marks only the beginning of life…
February 3, 2013
There are no borders
Somebody once said that faith is what links us together, religion—what sets us apart. The same thing can be said of men trying to impose their will on nature. There is no border between Canada and the USA. The same forests, fields, rivers flow uninterrupted, while people, who reputedly are all created in the same image and likeness, draw borders to set us apart.
Not to politicians. Perhaps they are of little faith, or confess to a different religion. Different set of ethics or a different moral code? No, it’s not that either. Sure there are some slight differences, but no greater than we, Canadian, have between various Provinces, or our neighbors between their various States. The Canada—United States border, officially known as the International Boundary, is 8,891 kilometers (some 5,525 miles) long, and draws an imaginary line keeping very similar if not identical people apart. For countless millions of years nature has failed to do what people appear to have done in just a few hundred years. For whose benefit (other than the politicians’), I am yet to discover.
In places, some of this imaginary line runs through the middle of a village, or a small town, making a distinction between ‘us’ and ‘them’. Like two identical aliens staring at each other, then going to share a pint of ale.
What would happen if all the politicians, the Canadian House of Parliament and the US Upper and Lower Houses would disband? Apart of saving countless billions of taxpayers’ money, would the barriers, sorry, the “boundaries” collapse? Would we recognize that we, the people, share a great deal more than what keeps us apart—if anything?
Are we not all people, virtually all immigrants, from various parts of the world where the boundaries, let alone languages, keep people apart to an even greater degree?
Is there really such a great difference between religions and politics? True, most politician don’t wear funny hats, or suits that set them apart, but other than that, don’t they all preach the same gospel of strife and division?
“Saints and sinners?” “Us and them?”
Thank heaven we all remain united by faith. In belief in the intrinsic goodness of mankind; in generosity, friendliness, kindness, perhaps even in love, the unconditional type that makes us help each other regardless of which side of the border we reside or were born.
Yes. Most of all in love.
By the time this is published, My wife and I will be South of the Border. I have deep faith that my neighbors will prove me right, assuming they don’t wear funny hats or officious looking uniforms, which set them apart. Although, when you really get to know even them, they too sound human, even if some of them seem determined to hide this fact.
Anyone who does not agree with me, might want to read my novel, , [Winston Trilogy Book Two]. It shows the other alternative. I prefer mine.
February 5, 2013
Absolute Power corrupts absolutely.
“Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely.” We know that. The word originates from Latin ‘corruptus’, which is the past participle of ‘corrumpere’ meaning to mar, to bribe, to destroy, which in turn comes from ‘cor’ — ‘altogether’, + ‘rumpere’ — ‘to break’. Thus, to corrupt is not only to make something worse, but to completely destroy the original nature of a thing or person. In a way, a corrupted person is no longer human. This single word ‘corruption’ typed on Google will yield 167,000,000 results.
That’s a lot of corruption!!!
A truly enlightened society should not create conditions in which the wielding of power must, by definition, result in corruption, as power invariably does. Yet we, the people, admire power. We admire the powerful. Whether it be the people at the helm of governments, armies, corporations, or even ‘idols’ who seem to guide millions of screaming girls by their noses as they, the idols—not the girls, perform their inane perambulations across the flashing lights of a hastily put up stage.
What are the alternatives?
Surely, these are traits conspicuous by their absence in all people wielding power. And yet, supposedly, the meek shall inherit the earth. The ‘earth’ in this context symbolizes all appurtenances of material wealth. Even though, the rich, by having attained wealth by the exercise of power, are bound to lose it.
There is a reason for this.
It seems to me that we do not corrupt others by imposing our will on them, be it by raw power or by the power of money, but we corrupt ourselves. Only ourselves. By descending to the level of materiality, we are no longer indivisible parts of that which is the eternal source of generosity and benevolence. Those whom we attempt to corrupt might, in fact, benefit by discharging some archaic karma. Perhaps we take on their burden?
Luckily, most of us do not wield excessive power. Perhaps, just as luckily, the generosity of the Universe spared us from its corrupting effects. Perhaps we can help those in power not to fall under its degrading effects.
But let us not make the mistake of painting all those who administer power with the brush of corruption. The rule of “many are called by few are chosen,” holds for all people, including those wielding power. Amongst the corrupted majority there are those few knights in shining armour who have become our role models. The masses will not recognize them, yet those few upon whose shoulders fate has bestowed power, yet who managed to resist its nefarious effects, those few will rise to be our true heroes.
My novel the sequel to my illustrates such conditions. You might enjoy seeing that there might be a way out of this dilemma.
February 7, 2013
Two sides of the same coin
There is a longstanding misunderstanding of the concepts of good and evil. Nothing as well as no one on Earth can be totally good, nor totally evil. We, even as the totality of our reality, has its becoming in duality. It is only the degree to which we stray from the ‘middle’, from the “straight and narrow” that defines our relationship to perfection.
There were two great teachers who give us a hint regarding the concept of good and evil. The first one is Yeshûa who said, “Why do you call me good? No one is good by God alone,” (Mark 10:18). And the second is Jalaluddin Rumi, the great 13th century Persian poet and Sufi mystic, who said, “Beyond our ideas of right-doing and wrong-doing, there is a field. I’ll meet you there.”
It is fairly self-evident that both teachers had been referring to our states of consciousness. In fact, that condition of being was the only condition both men recognized as real. The point they were making was that once we depart from the “middle”, from the source of being, we must, per force, stray from perfection.
Yet, also per force, the purpose of duality is to advance our individualized evolution. Heaven, being state of perfection, can neither be improved nor diminished in any way. It is a condition of absolute stasis. It is, as Rumi had said, beyond ideas of doing right or wrong. Beyond good or evil.
Likewise, Yeshûa’s statement that only “God is good,” refers to the same state of consciousness; to the condition of absolute stasis. By entering it we suspend becoming and enter the state of being. Hence, immortality. Thus, there is no abstract good or evil. It is only the depth to which we become submerged into the dualistic stream of becoming. Which, according to Yeshûa, we are intended to do. 1).
It bears mentioning, that achieving the distinction of being among the “few that are chosen”, does not define our proximity to the passive state. It only refers to the level of understanding we have of the true reality. Once we realize, fully, that all is just a state of consciousness, that all else is illusory, unreal, we gain enormous power over this imaginary condition we call our world. In no way does is define, however, how we exercise this knowledge.
This knowledge sets us free.
The understanding allows us to exploit the currents of reality to our own advantage, or to help others reach the same condition. It has little to do with “good and/or evil” which are both conditions intrinsic to the illusory world we live in; the illusory world in which we have our becoming; the state of consciousness in which we can bring forth our understanding of the potential extant in our inner nature.
The Nag Hammadi Gospel of Thomas attempts to explain the concept further. My exegesis might help also.
1) “Since you are lukewarm, neither hot nor cold, I am going to spit you out of my mouth.” (Revelation 3:16)
February 9, 2013 / April 3.13
Beast from the Depth of the Sea?
Sunday is the day of rest. The ancients had a habit of using numbers to symbolize various states of consciousness. Seven was a “divine” or “perfect number”, therefore they decided to have seven days in a week. Also, realizing that people need a day of rest, they called the last day Sunday, when you could lie in the sun all day and do nothing much. As this day of rest was preceded six days of labour, six was associated with work. While the divine could snap His/Her fingers and have things done, while humans had to work, six became associated with work, and everyone knows that most people have to work like the devil to make a living. Hence if you really worked hard, you could claim the number 666 and pretend you’re the devil himself. Or herself. A lady I know told me that there is no sex discrimination among the devils.
It actually makes a bit of sense.
Later people took liberties with the idea. They made 666 the Number of the Beast from the sea. (They hated work). At least, John did in his Book of Revelations. Other “scholars” believe that Emperor Nero was associated with 666, because his name when transliterated into Greek, the lingua franca of the day, retains the value 666. There is an awful lot of such nonsense fulminating among the “scholars”.
In fact the perfect or divine “seven”, or the “laborious six”, has little to do with work or beast. It is perfectly reasonable to let people rest once in seven days, especially if they worked a lot, not just 6 but 66, let alone 666 days.
The Hebrews had a different method of work ethic. They began their day in the evening of the previous day. The reason was that, regardless of the day of the week, if you plant an idea in your head in the evening, then your subconscious works on it throughout the night, and come morning you can pick up on it and actually know what you are doing. The reason is, of course, that at night you have access to the “divine”, to your subconscious, which is the greatest library of knowledge ever devised on this earth or anywhere else.
That is exactly how I write my books, my blogs, my articles. I do a lot of research, then plant it all in my memory, and go to sleep. Next morning the idea is ready to develop. In a way it already is developed. Try it. Not everyone will understand this method but if you do, your creativity will double. Or triple. Or be multiplied seven times.
It’s good to plant a few words of your intended work on the screen. It might change completely next morning, but the idea will be anchored in this, the conscious, reality. Only don’t be surprised if some of your ideas will be out of this world.
It’s works like magic. Or like the divine?
You can find other tidbits dealing with pragmatic realism, in my book, . If you enjoyed this blog, you’ll also enjoy my book.
February 11, 2013
Asking and Getting guaranteed.
It all depends what we ask for. If we realize that Yeshûa’s teaching is concerned only with our state of consciousness, with our real Self, then we can’t go wrong. If, on the other hand we follow the advise of various religious leaders, including most TV evangelists, who advocate the welfare of our body and earthly goods, then we may be in for a big disappointment.
To each his own. And her own, of course.
And there is no denying that the word “prayer” comes from Latin meaning to “ask” or “beg”, but in essence, the purpose of prayer is to raise our state of consciousness. Without having done so, our chances of success are dismal.
What really amazes me is why Christians build all sorts of very expensive churches, basilicas and other places of “worship”, when the teacher they claim to follow, Yeshûa, gave precise instructions on how we are to conduct our prayer.
“When thou prayest,” he said, “enter into thy closet, and when thou hast shut thy door, pray to thy Father which is in secret; and thy Father which seeth in secret shall reward thee openly.”
Tell that to any priest, padre, or preacher, or recently TV nuns, and they’ll all probably tell you to go to hell. Perhaps they all serve a different master? They most certainly ignore Yeshûa’s instructions. Some of us appear to pray openly, and, if by sheer accident successful, we seem to squirrel our rewards from public eye, let alone taxing authorities’ greedy fingers.
We can do it the way the sacerdotal society tell us, or the way Yeshûa’s way. I put my money on Yeshûa.
There is another aspect to Yeshûa’s instruction. In biblical symbolism “thy closet”, our house, or any place we live in, represents or symbolizes, our state of consciousness. By advocating us to enter our closets when praying, Yeshûa is attempting to tell the simple people of his day to enter their “inner self”. Today we would say: “to generate in oneself alpha brain-waves, within which lies a narrow gate through which we can access our subconscious.”
This condition, per force, “shuts the door” to our waken consciousness, to the physical reality. We are now in the realm inaccessible to most people, and certainly near-impossible to enter when in a group of singing worshipers, probably performing, simultaneously, a mild form of rhythmic exercise. The whirling Sufis had some success with this method, but I haven’t heard of anybody else. In a crowd it is next to impossible to detach oneself from mundane reality.
The alpha waves represent the inner chamber, the closet, within which lies the gateway to our subconscious, this gigantic powerhouse of knowledge. If we succeed in entering this condition, that which we desire will have a great chance of being manifested in our lives.
Try it. It works for me.
My can aid you in understanding many other biblical idioms. [PS. Your comments on Kindle re my book would be appreciated.]
February 13, 2013
It’s all up to us…
There is an overwhelming conviction among the masses of the faithful that the great masters of the past, including Yeshûa, came to Earth as anointed Avatars, to create a religion. No matter how we define the system of faith, nothing could be further from the truth. My novel Yeshûa—Personal Memoir of the Missing Years of Jesus illustrates this thesis.
Although the book is, by my own admission ‘only’ a novel, I did extensive research on which I base my contention. I am backed up by the evangelist Luke (2:52) who states that: “Jesus increased in wisdom and stature and in favour with God and man”. Not a “ready made Avatar” but “increased” in wisdom and stature. In this reality we all must earn our standing. Even Yeshûa.
Next, we must consider what he was teaching. I hold firmly that had he lived today, or within the last few hundred years, no one would associate him with any religion. He simply, if such a word can be used in connection with his philosophy, discovered the purpose of life in a dualistic realty, and shared it with us.
That’s all, folks!
He re-discovered what the ancient Hindus already new thousands of years ago, and what our illustrious scientists confirmed but a few years ago, that atoms are essentially empty space, and thus our physical reality is little more than an illusion. The Hindus call is Maya.
And he went further. If so, he must have thought, where and of what nature would be the “real” reality. After eighteen years of study and research he discovered the truth. For three years that followed, Yeshûa was teaching about “true reality”. About that which is indestructible. Which is more, much more, than any religion. And that, my friends, is what saves our consciousness and assures us of eternal life.
It is so much more than an illusion.
It is yours for the taking.
February 15, 2013 /April 14/13
You’ll never believe it!
First came the . In case you haven’t guessed, the novel is about love, sex and immortality. Tada! Seriously, the three are intrinsically interconnected. The WALL is now Book One of the Aquarius Trilogy. Book Two (work in progress), the Pluto Effect, describes the effect if the trio (love, sex, and immortality) is out of balance.
The first two chapters are most important. An author must not only grab the attention of the reader, but also sustain it long enough to make him/her want to continue reading.
My subject matter is not easy. It is, as always, the matter of the many and the few. As in my novel Peter and Paul. We must never forget that we are all in the same soup. That in the ultimate sense, we are One. We need to look after the masses of people from which the few might emerge—the few who might choose to advance towards immortality.
We are all indispensible—every single one of us.
On the other hand, while a single spermatozoon succeeds, about 50 to 100,000,000 sperm go to waste at each ejaculation (sorry ladies). That’s about how many of us make it to the next step. No matter, the potential of immortality is inherent within all of us. Only most of us are not aware of it.
And that’s what it’s all about. About being aware. About the state of consciousness. About knowing who is the elusive I AM.
Pluto symbolizes the forces that cleanse the status quo to make room for the better. Remember the parable about putting new wine into old skins? The same is true about new ideas. In fact, that’s what new wine symbolizes. New ideas. New states of consciousness. To make room for them, “Pluto” gets rid of the old.
The problem I have to solve in my novel is not only how to get rid of the old, but how to save the human race from destroying itself. After all, we still need the masses from which, eventually, a new Chopin, van Gogh, Rodin, a new Shakespeare or other genius will emerge. Perhaps a new Saint Francis from some other town. Also, in Part Three of the Aquarius Trilogy, the Seventh Race, I have to foresee a state of consciousness that is as different from ours, today, as we are from our forefathers some 2500 years ago—the previous Zodiac. And that also goes for technology.
Please, wish me luck. I need it!
Nevertheless, my wife tells me that the first three chapters of the Pluto Effect are very promising. I hope that she, and you, will like the remaining twenty-two or so. And then, there is Part Three, of course… if I live that long!
Thus I wish you all to “live long and prosper”, so that one day you’ll enjoy the foretaste of the future in my Pluto Effect and, still later, the Seventh Race.
February 17, 2013
We are not that different
This is what one of my friends wrote on his Authors’ Den webpage. I was stunned, then amused then, on longer consideration, I came to love it. After all, what are people? Aren’t we all are bags of water filled with emotions, discoordinate thoughts, hopes, desires… We long for love, pleasure…
We are all Hedonists at heart.
Isn’t this what can be said about every cat and dog. It is probably true of all other animals, of course, but we, humans, have developed a particular affinity, one could even say symbiosis, with cats and dogs.
All right. We are smarter. On the other hand, they don’t make atom bombs. There are times when I’d rather be a frolicking dolphin, or a soaring bird, than a member of the human race. Sometimes I dream that I am…
And dreams bring me to the concept of the subconscious. Carl G. Jung, the distinguished Austrian psychiatrist, defines dreams as the expression of the “collective unconscious”. Anyone who ever observed a cat’s or a dog’s jerky movements while they were sleeping, has ample evidence that they experience dreams. Any good vet will confirm that. This would put cats and dogs and other people in the same basket.
And now we come to the punch line.
As I mentioned in one of my blogs, the Hebrew word nephesh is translated in the King James Bible as soul. In fact the literal translation should be “animal soul”, or the subconscious—that which Eve symbolizes in Genesis. My will give you more information on this subject.
So we have two things to consider. Either billions of copies of the Bible are wrong, or cats and dogs have souls. I vote for the latter. At least my cat has one—of that I am sure.
And if you enjoy stories about cats and dogs, read my . I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I enjoyed writing them. And then you, too, will believe that they are all people. Like you and I, only sometimes a lot smarter…
February 19, 2013
We are not just bags of water…
First let me remind you that if we don’t overeat and weigh about 75 kilograms (that’s 165 lbs.), then there are still awful lot of atoms making up our physical body. A bit over seven billion billion billion of them. That’s a figure 7 followed by 27 zeros.
Impressive? Atoms of hydrogen, oxygen and carbon make up 99% of our bodies. And in spite of all that you and I are still essentially empty space.
I hate to think how much empty space makes up obese men and women weighing twice that. We have to add many more zeros to the number of atoms they hold on to. Or perhaps just a lot of hot air?
Also, our body is made up of between 50 and 100 trillion cells, no one’s sure. I presume the scientists are still counting them. One, two, three, four… it’s a long count.
And on the top of that, Science Daily tells us that bacteria outnumber the human cells by a factor of 10 to 1. That’s right. Ten times as many bacteria as human cells. You can read a bit more about this in my . It might surprise you. But don’t worry. They, too, are made up of essentially empty space. On the other hand, they would die if it weren’t for us. Of course, the reverse is also true. We live in perfect symbiosis.
And then there is the electrochemical system. It is generated and communicates with the use of electrons. One spinning around each hydrogen atom, four around carbon and six are gallivanting around its oxygen. Now that’s an awful lot of electrical impulses filling a lot of empty space.
So… tell me. Who are we? Or is it what are we?
One day people will ask what is the nature of empty space.
We are the most advanced biological robots that nature produced so far. Ask any atheist. If nature produces anything better, then we shall jump ship and occupy that structure instead. We always go for the best available. Who knows? Perhaps one day the computers we design will get to be so smart that we shall discard our biological model and move to greener pastures. Well, not exactly ‘greener’, but pastures which offer us a greater gamut of expression. A structure that will help us to make this dualistic reality a better place for our consciousness to enjoy.
After all, that’s the only reason we were born. It is also the reason why we die. Have you noticed that we all die?
February 21, 2013
You will never be the same again
Every single second our body changes in more ways that we can count. Trillions of electrochemical impulses assure our continued existence in the body we inhabit.
But what of the real, inimitable “I”?
“I” remains the constant, unchangeable Self. “I” is the observer. And… the observer is the observed. Give it a few years and the matter will become clear. It took me longer, but I’ve learned that the observer and the observed are one.
My novel attempts to explain why. Attempts, because we are all in the process of becoming. Or should be. Life is change and change is becoming. It is a process. Within this context we are all trying to understand the meaning of the real “I”, of the “I AM”. And, again, if we don’t, then it seems to me that we should be. If we don’t, then we are only half-alive. We are still in the static condition of being, without all the benefit, which this condition could provide.
Socrates said that an unexamined life is a life not worth living. We must make sure our lives are worthwhile.
People invented dozens, perhaps hundreds of religions, to try and cope with this problem. Unfortunately religions don’t work because they all externalize the “I”, the static, permanent, changeless, indestructible entity that we all are. Until we accept that the observer and the observed are one, we shall continue to walk in circles looking for the source that gives us consciousness. In the Far East, they call it the Wheel of Awagawan.
Alternatively… we can continue to just eat, drink, defecate and make babies. It can’t be all bad. After all, isn’t this what the masses are doing for thousands (millions?) of years?
But then, there are The Few.
They are the few who dare to reach out where no man has been before. Or… very few men or women. The few who venture beyond the limitations of their physical envelopes, and roam the universe of their own creation.
That is what Being and Becoming is all about. It is for those few who dare. Who are not afraid to stand up on their own feet and claim their heritage.
After all, aren’t we all gods?
February 23, 2013
The Price of Freedom
In a nutshell, this simply means that you make as much from your investments as you would if you were earning the same money from hard labour. I didn’t for many, many years. And then, one day, I decided not to write to make money but to write for people who seem as hungry for the intangible as I was at the time.
Out went murders, sadism, explicit sex, vampires, werewolves and all other goodies which make for a New Your Times bestseller list. The only other way to fame and fortune was to actually put the subject matter into practice, i.e. to murder, rape or otherwise abuse someone profoundly, and then sell my memoirs.
Not all murder stories are bad. Shakespeare often dipped his hands in blood, up to his elbows, and got away with it. Alas, not many of us are endowed with Shakespearean literary talents. And frankly, I decided that if I am “to be”, I’d rather be myself. And this is where financial independence comes in.
There are two ways to achieve it.
One—is to make an awful lot of money, and two—to spend very little. I chose the latter. No, I am not poor. But I do not get my kicks from spending sprees. Nor does my wife. Lucky? You bet. She’d rather chisel at a stone to make a beautiful sculpture than get a diamond ring. The ones she has she doesn’t even wear. Of course, you might find a better way to financial independence, which enables you to write what you want to write, and not what you think might sell to the most popular taste of the day.
Yes, I guess I’m as lucky as I can be.
I spend most of my time writing. Writing exactly what I want to write, when I want to write it (which is most of the time, just look at my !).
As for subject matter, which BTW doesn’t suffer from being excessively commercial, I fell in love with the concept of Human Potential. My 30+ books will attest to it. If you are also interested not just in what you are, but with what you could be, then visit my websites. There are quite a few. You might start with Then try my . Or just type my name. If you are still interested, try my Amazon, or Barnes & Noble, or Apple, or any other pages. Perhaps you, too, will discover the meaning of the psalmist’s exclamation: “Ye are gods!”
We are, you know.
All of us.
Or you might discover how one man did it. Dr. Peter Thornton, in .
Most of us are still asleep, though. But the potential is within. Within everyone of us. And now and again one or two of us decide to become the “chosen one”. Just imagine. Ultimately we all shall…
February 25, 2013
Are you filled with Joy?
The name is derived from Greek word meaning, “delight”, usually transliterated to mean “pleasure”.
Contrary to Judeo Christian religions, which seem to concentrate on suffering, and to some Buddhists who misinterpret the dukkha, meaning: “dissatisfaction with life” also as suffering, many ancient thinkers disagreed with both premises.
They advocated pleasure.
There are many versions of it. The concept of Ethical Hedonism goes back to the student of Socrates, Aristippus of Cyrena. It means pleasure not derived at someone else’s expense.
Even before him, we learn that Krishna is said to be the source of “All Pleasure”. Yeshûa, mistakenly yet popularly known as Jesus, said: “These things have I spoken to you, that my joy might remain in you, and that your joy might be full”. Seems to me like a wonderful summation of the scriptures.
The Epic of Gilgamesh, dating back to 18th century BC, urges to: “Fill your belly. Day and night make merry. Let day be full of joy. Dance and make music day and night.” While for me this sounds both noisy and fattening, one cannot deny that it also sounds very much like a forerunner of Hedonism.
There are a number of other examples in ancient philosophies, even religions, which advocate happiness. Even the US Declaration of Independence calls for “Pursuit of happiness”. What happened? Why do the present day religious sects hummer in us all the concept of being sinners? Why do they all threaten us with eternal damnation and suffering? Why does the priesthood so loves punishment, eternal at that?
There is only one explanation.
All those in power, priesthood and politicians, use scare tactics to control the masses, to scare people into submission.
We must never forget: “Many are called, and few are chosen”. We must never forget that it is we who do the choosing, and it is up to us to choose the high-road or the low-road. As for the rest of us?
It is up to us to refuse to be scared and bullied.
It is up to us to choose not to suffer.
It is up to us to discover the secret of Hedonism.
Remember, only the truth will set us free!
My , and , might well set some of you on the way to freedom. Only please, ultimately you must find YOUR way, not my or anyone else’s. That’s the Law. Every single one us is a unique expression of the Whole. Every single one of us must contribute our share, in our unique way. Good luck.
Last word. Should you decide to be one of the chosen ones, you will gain tremendous power with all its trappings, and you’ll have no one to blame any more for your shortcomings. Perhaps that is why most people choose to remain among the many.
February 27, 2013
Are we really alive?
I’m still trying to decide if longevity is a reward or a punishment for the choices we make in life. If, according to religionists, long life delays our departure for heavenly pastures (that’s where the sheep go), then it’s nothing to be hoped for. If, on the other and, our behaviour pattern gravitates towards forthcoming hell, then, indeed, long life is to be hoped for. I tend to agree with the premise that only the good die young.
One seldom meets a person who wishes to terminate his or her lives without the cause being a severe case of depression or at least, a hard to endure pain. We don’t see happy people looking for ways to die. Their bodies may be decrepit, literally falling apart, yet most people seem to cling to the remnants of vitality within their collapsing frames for reasons that do not make sense. There is also the near-genius category, like Steven Hawking, whose physical deformities do not seem to upset him. He obviously knows something we don’t, and I am not talking about theoretical physics or cosmology. I mean the secret of life.
Our determination to cling to biological existence is referred to as Instinct of Self-Preservation. And most of us insist that the ‘self’ is worth preserving. If so, shouldn’t we at least define what we mean by ‘self’? If ‘self’ is our physical body, then it’s a Sisyphean effort to protect it. Perhaps we ought to not worry about tomorrow and enjoy the day.
Carpe diem and To Hell with Burgundy!
Life is a terminal disease, and regardless of the Catholic Church’s assertions, it affects everybody.
On the other hand, if our ‘self’ is only ‘encapsulated’ in our bodies, through which we can experience the excitement of becoming, then we ought to look after our ‘envelop’ with due care, to gather as many experiences as we can.
In one of my essays, the subject is discussed further. The book is , the essay is titled: “Organized Matter”. There is a lot to consider.
March 1, 2013
Farewell to an Old Man
It has happened before, a number of times. But the last time that a pope resigned was in 1415. His name was Celestine V. He was a recluse, who only reluctantly accepted his election. Soon he fled to the mountains, but did not run far enough. His successor, Boniface VIII, afraid of competition, had him caught and imprisoned for the rest of his life. Later, Celestine was declared a saint. Boniface wasn’t. Guess why.
They are strange people, some of those popes.
Recently, I witnessed the farewell afforded Benedict XVI. A tired old man. He took a helicopter to Castel Gandolfo overlooking Lake Albano, where he’ll spend the rest of his life. Behind bars? You never know with popes. Benedict is a tired old man, yet I doubt Gandolfo is far enough from Vatican to keep him safe. Just 15 miles from Rome. Actually, there is already talk that Gandolfo is only temporary. Soon, the ex-pope will be sequestered in an apartment in Vatican. Easier to keep an eye on him, I suppose.
The farewell was a solemn occasion. Towards the end some 125 cardinals, all decked out in the colour of blood approached the old man. The official princes of the church lined up to kiss the pope’s hand twice (it could have been his ring). Isn’t this pretty much what Judas did just before they arrested his master?
And then something struck me as peculiar.
As the 125 emissaries (some say 115) of Christ approached the departing pope, they took turns to genuflect before the emissary of god. Since the Church teaches that god is omnipresent, when cardinals genuflected before the departing pope Benedict, it looked very much like a divine rite of mutual adoration.
Gods kneeling before gods.
Some gods must be more equal than others, I thought. Probably true. Some years ago, about 2000 or so, the Greeks had the same problem with the gods of Olympus. Some were more important gods than others. Later the Romans followed suit by arranging them in order of importance and placed them on the tallest mountain in Thessaly. A different kind of Olympus. A little like Castel Gandolfo and Vatican.
It seems that the Greeks, the Romans, and now the 125 cardinals from 51 countries had reached the same conclusion. They concluded that some gods are more equal than others. And, well, you might as well play safe and genuflect before them. Until the next god appears. Then they’ll genuflect before him. And so on, and so on.
Of course, neither Vatican nor Gandolfo are mountains, but at least they are hills. Perhaps gods are not as important as they used to be.
On the other hand, we now have many gods to choose from. 125 of them. And one will soon be elevated to the highest throne—the throne of Peter, created by Paul. And all other gods will genuflect before him. Perhaps they’ll also kiss his red loafers.
Why is it that people need gods so much?
As for the complexities of the election of the next pope, try my . You might actually like it.
March 3, 2013
We all carry the genes of an Amoeba
There is more to our genome than meets the eye. The genome we carry today originates in amoeba—a genus of Protozoa, consisting of shapeless unicellular organisms. Except for the number of cells, it reminds me of some people I know. Yet, some 300 million years ago, giant amoebas swam the seas of the Earth. And then something happened. The single cell split, then split again. Now we, humans, consist of some 100 trillion cells. Give or take a few billion amoebas—I mean cells.
Yes, we, the Homo sapiens are the sum-total of everything that happened in nature over at least the last 300 millions of years. We’ve learned to eat everything that moves. Nobody eats us, or at least, not often. We are at the very top of the food chain. We, after millions of year of being vegetarian, have become carnivores.
Why? Because we like to assert our superiority. Some fundamentalists will assert that the god told us to do so. Also, we like to kill. We are a species of killers.
Well, most of us.
The fact remains that if Darwin was right, then we began our journey towards self-awareness some millions of years ago. My cat is aware of herself. But I am aware that I am aware. A mere 5000 years ago our primitive predecessors realized that since the omnipresent creative force is ubiquitous it must, by definition, also be present within us. Now, I know that, “I am that I am”. I am aware that I evolved thanks to some forces that are beyond my comprehension. The question remains, is the difference between an amoeba and me only the number of cells and their relation to each other?
Or is the difference between an amoeba and us in that we are aware of this difference. Doesn’t the difference lie in the degree of our awareness?
Cartesians say that, “I think therefore I am”.
I say, “I am aware, therefore I am”.
Virtually all men and women I ever met believe that there is an external force, quite apart from us, which controls us, determines our welfare, adjudicates our future.
In a way, they are right.
We are the individualizations of that external force which created an amoeba. The rest is history. In order to qualify for the assurances of the great masters of the past (and very few of the present) all we need do is to make a tiny adjustment in our point of view. We all believe in the invisible—theoretical physics is the best proof for that. And now all we need do is to accept that we are not human animals possessed of a soul, but invisible, indestructible units of consciousness, which express themselves through a complex organism consisting of trillions of cells. Who knows what we might create next?
Two thousand years ago, had been forced to face the same problem. It is a problem of faith. That’s all it takes. Faith like a grain of mustard seed.
March 5, 2013
The Universe is stranger than we imagine.
Or the 77th heaven. In his letter to Corinthians, Paul of Tarsus writes that he once knew a man, “Caught up in third heaven…” The number seems of little importance. What is important is that there are various degrees of heavenly states, more precisely states of consciousness, which may, one day, be accessible to us. We begin in the heaven of our own creation, the direct result of our lives here, on Earth, and gradually advance to higher states of consciousness. Perhaps those, too, we must devise by our own efforts. I strongly suspect that this is so.
Ultimately we experience merging with the Whole, both potential and manifested Universe, and our individualized journey is over. Perhaps this is what Buddha meant by nirvana—the complete loss of self-awareness, of individuality, of ego.
On Earth, in the dualistic reality, we need ego to assure our physical survival. Later, once we become more aware of higher realities, it seems to drop of as an encumbrance.
This may take us a few billion years, for some longer. Those who succeed will make room for new individualizations of consciousness, which will go on, and on, and on well beyond any eons human mind is capable of imagining.
World without end.
Or beginning, for that matter.
Of course, few of us are aware when we actually began our journey. As embryonic-egos we begin early, perhaps at the level of an amoeba. It, the mono-cellular entity, is probably aware of its physical boundaries, thus defining itself as separate from “the other”, even as we do. The difference is, however, that we tend to add to our “self” all our accoutrements, our knickknacks that we consider as necessary to sate our need of self-importance.
All such paraphernalia are strictly illusory, and serve only to indicate to us the transiency of the present awareness we experience on Earth. The less attached we become, the less suffering we shall experience when such accoutrements dissolve in the Maya of time.
No matter how many times we travel the wheel of Awagawan, the cycle of rebirth, we shall continue to do so until we learn the lessons necessary to free us from our attachments. Then, and only then, we shall advance to “first heaven”, which is usually the only heaven available to practitioners of most if not all religions. Probably the most important lesson, or at the first one we must adopt is that the present reality, the dualistic reality of the material world is an illusion. The nearest most people will get to the foretaste, the antechamber of first heaven is in their dreams.
Other versions of heaven are discussed in my collection of essays, . Take your pick.
March 7, 2013
Our ultimate destiny.
The fact that out of the many only a few have emerged to claim their divine heritage, does not make those few ‘good’. In fact, being counted among the few has absolutely no influence on their moral or ethical standing. What it does do is to endow them, those few, with the latent power, which we all harbour within our unconscious. All that the few had accomplished was to bring out the power latent powers within them into the open. They brought out a fragment of infinity into their conscious mind, into the tip of the iceberg. Those “chosen few” became aware of who they are—of the incredible potential lying in the deeps of the sea. Within the endless ocean of thoughts.
When Jacob changed his name to Israel, he was inspired to be fruitful and multiply. Not to pollute the earth with human sperm until billions of us will make this reality inhospitable to human life. He was told to multiply his thoughts in pursuit of his infinite potential. To bring those thoughts, those ideas, into the open. Try my , to learn more. You’ll learn also what the name Israel means.
And now those few have to make a choice. To be gods or devils. Mother Theresas or Hitlers. Both paths are now available to them. Both are theirs to claim. Until we become aware of our heritage, we do not really exercise the gift of free will. We are in a reactive mode. Like all animals.
Henceforth, however, it is our choice.
This is the true meaning of free will. It only comes into being when we became aware of who we are.
And this is where our true journey starts. In my collection of essays , I describe the ensuing becoming in the essay #52, I try to describe the condition which a liberated mind has to face. It is a long study. The journey on which we set out ends in infinity.
So, you see, gods have completely different problems to face.
March 9, 2013
Defining the Indefinable
As Baruch Spinoza would not recognize the God of Abraham, or the Christian God, he got kicked out from the Jewish congregation. Spinoza was a Jewish-Dutch philosopher, who refused to ascribe human traits to God, no matter how divinely improved. On July 27, 1656, the Talmud Torah congregation of Amsterdam issued a cherem against him. In Hebrew, cherem means ban, shunning, ostracism, expulsion or excommunication. The Jewish society did so when Baruch was 23. Following his shunning, Baruch died at the age 44.
It bears mentioning that attempting to define god is as impossible as defining infinity, omnipotence, or ubiquity. Once you define them, you set limit on them, and, surely, you’d not want to set limits on your god, would you?
Anyone who wishes to learn about “Spinoza’s God” must, surely, find out what was it about his beliefs that deserved banning. But be careful. Albert Einstein said: “I believe in Spinoza’s God who reveals himself in the orderly harmony of what exists, not in a God who concerns himself with fates and actions of human beings.”
That’s a fairly good recommendation coming from a very Jewish gentleman. Was Einstein a ‘believer’? Not by any religious definition. He was my mine. Orderly harmony of what exists. I’d add of what did or could exist.
By the same token, there is a big problem with infinity and particularly with ubiquity. Let’s face it. If god is omnipresent, then I must be, by definition, within god. By the same argument, god must be within me. There is absolutely no way out of this congruity. Perhaps that is why a man, some two thousand years ago claimed that the two are inseparable. They are one.
Even… as we are. You and I.
And it follows that if anyone cannot find divinity within their own potential, within their own ‘soul’, they are unlikely to find it in any temple, church or synagogue. Not even in nature. Or anywhere else. After all, all else is Maya—an illusion. Sooner or later we arrive at the conclusion that the seeker and that which he seeks are one—the perceiver and the perceived. For some reason, most of us seem to prefer to base our realities on . I wonder why. I gather, so did Einstein.
March 11, 2013
Being and Becoming
Eternity is a very, very long time. At the same time, it is shorter than an instant. If you eliminate time and space from the equation of reality, only NOW remains. Like that that must have been before the Big Bang.
No past—no future. Neither a beginning—nor end. Time only comes in handy to stop everything happening at once. Also, to help us understand eternity. In my book e, I discuss various aspects of time. You might find it interesting. It might also confuse you, but that’s not my fault. In that book I am little more than a reporter. My contribution is nominal.
What is the true meaning of eternity?
For those who practice various religions it means that god neither was, nor will be, but IS. Even as in I AM THAT I AM. The eternal present. All else is but an illusion.
What time enables us to do is to bring out the knowledge that already exists within our unconscious into the open. To bring is out into our awareness. It is an ongoing process. And, since our unconscious is beyond the properties of physical reality, it falls into the category of infinite. It is integral with eternity. You can call it divine, if you like, although I doubt that would make it any clearer.
I like to call the process of awakening to our inherent potential—becoming. As discussed in my novel, it is an eternal endeavour. It really does go on forever. Why not? After all, we are all indivisible expressions of the Eternal Now. That’s what ‘individual’ means—indivisible, and we are all individuals, aren’t we?
I cannot even attempt to explain the concepts involved, let alone the consequences resulting from the Eternal Now in a short blog, but my novel will serve to share with you some ideas. You might or might not agree. I’d be happy to hear your thoughts. Only remember, thoughts are things—bundles of creative energy. They are what our universe is made of. Your thoughts may well become the reality you’ll be stuck with for a long, long time. Good luck.
March 13, 2013
To use the immortal words of the late (though still immortal) bard of American letters, Thomas Andrew Lehrer, “I just sit there looking cute, and when something moves I shoot.” This is, surely, the essence of the Second Amendment.
To be more precise, the said Amendment states: “A well regulated militia being necessary to security of a free state, the right of the people to keep and bear arms, shall not be infringed.” So it said in 1791, and so it is now. Nothing, I repeat, nothing has changed.
And who is better at regulating militia than the citizens of a free country. Surely, only a well-equipped militia can protects its citizen from abuses of a duly elected government and its armed hordes designed to infringe on individual liberty. Shame!
Liberté, égalité, fraternité, said our (not so liked but nevertheless) brothers from across the pond, and they were right! (Actually I wouldn’t know, I’m from Canada, but so I am told by my very friendly brothers from down-south, hey?).
Nevertheless, when my dear American friend read this stuff I wrote above, he asked me to offer some advice. And therefore, since I am friendlily disposed towards my southern friends, I rush (not to be confused with Rush) with aid and advice. I couldn’t agree more that the 2nd Amendment is a great way to protect the Citizenry, but not the only way. Also, what worked in 1791 will not work, necessarily, in 2013. And anyway, why always compromise? They never work. Not really!
I propose the 1st Amendment to the 2nd Amendment!
To play absolutely safe, and protect the people from the abuses of an oppressive government (or the Democratic Party), I propose that all guns be withdrawn from the armed forces and the police, and given to the people. Nobody but nobody can protect people from each other as well as people. And the more people are shot, the fewer would be likely to shoot back. A double win situation.
Furthermore, freedom would be preserved, the taxes would go down if not be eliminated altogether, and we could all revert to the good old days of 1791, or even earlier.
Long live the gun owners, especially those who are still alive. And as an added bonus, you can all benefit from more of my friendly wisdom expressed in my other deep philosophical treatises such as . Try them at your own risk.
March 16, 2013
When the poles reverse.
After spending some weeks down south, bathing in Florida sunshine, after a 26-hour drive, Canada welcomed me with a handful of snow.
Home sweet home.
Only on my return, it came to me, why I like the States so much. The great thing I found was that in sheer numbers there are more nice and intelligent people in the USA than here, back home. Of course, there are 10 times as many Americans as there are Canadians.
We all know the expression: “One in a million.”
Ergo, if the ‘few’ are, say, 1 in a 1,000,000, than automatically the USA has 30 times as many bright people as we have. About 300 hundred of them. Doesn’t seem like much until you realize that we, Canadian, hardly qualify to claim 30.
What exacerbates the problem even more is that, more often than not, a Canadian who is really smart all too soon packs his bags and runs down south, seeking greener pastures (less snow?). Some say that in Hollywood you have to be Black, Jewish, Gay or Canadian to be a success. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never been to Hollywood.
If we had the USA climate, they would run up to us. Just wait till the poles reverse. Again. Or when even greater surprises happen, such as described in . Read for yourself.
But the important thing is that even the ‘many’, again down south, seem to be nice and helpful. Total strangers greeted me with a smile on my morning jogs on public sidewalks. In spite of the reputation that some of the ‘many’ are doing their very best to create, not a single one of the people I met appeared to be carrying a gun, a assault weapon, or any other instrument of mass destruction. In fact I’d bet my bottom dollar, Canadian or American—they are at par now, that not one of them would hurt a fly, let alone a jogging elderly Canadian.
Perhaps the fact that the vast majority of people I passed were well over 60, or even 70, may have had something to do with it. I don’t care. I strongly advise the prospective travelers not to listen to the News, not to believe the statistics. The people I met, even in passing, were all nice and friendly, and I’d recommend the West Coast of Florida to any and all Canadians. Perhaps all 300 live down there?
Only please, don’t say hi, or hey. Not even a British ‘hello’. Say Good Morning. That’s what they say there. Even in the afternoon…
March 18, 2013
The Poor in Spirit?
Linus Pauling, the renowned American double Nobel Prize winner, argued that there was a time, when Homo sapiens belonged to organisms known as herbivora, or devourers of plants. He based his claim on the teeth in the human mouth. The incisors are necessary for cutting, the premolars and molars are suitable for grinding our food, and the canines or fangs, necessary for tearing meat apart, are virtually nonexistent. Evolution, he argued, has equipped us with teeth necessary for successful survival.
Only… things change.
Since the good old days when we were agrarian societies, some of us became hunters and gatherers. It is the hunters who created the problems. Not only our teeth but also our whole organisms were not well disposed towards it. For example, as we increased our consumption of meat, we run short of vitamin C. Previously abundant for millions of years in our daily diet, our bodies had no need to produce it’s own. Without the supplement, the ancient mariners developed scurvy and a number of other illnesses.
As for tearing food apart, we found a brilliant way out. Not only a knife and fork helped, but also the vast majority of the Western world developed a taste for hamburgers. Not only was tearing of food no longer necessary but the meat was already ground to a pulp, pre-masticated for easy absorption by badly equipped human mouths.
Only one problem remained.
Herbivores, which according to our teeth, we still are, tend to graze most of the time. We did so, for millions of years to assure our survival. Habits seldom change, and now that meat replaced the essentials of our daily diet we continue to eat most of the time, consuming vastly too many calories, and running terribly short of vitamins, minerals and other nutrients, available only from the food we gave up, yet on which our bodies ‘grazed’ for the said millions of years.
It has been said that the North Americans and Western Europeans of the Human species are the most overfed and, simultaneously, the most undernourished species on Earth.
Over the years the so-called poor became fat, then obese, while the rich, with the possible exception of some Arab sheiks and Central American and African dictators, remained slim and healthy. Perhaps the poor became poor in spirit, rather than in cultivating their physical contours that would attest to their wellbeing. Don’t get me wrong. There are still poor in most western cities. They are the homeless, the rejects of our society, who huddle in dark corners, at night, to preserve their body heat. They are the true poor. Not those living on the handouts of affluent society of predominantly fat people.
Could it be that the real poor are the rich in spirit?
Perhaps the real Homo sapiens is different altogether, regardless of what we eat. See if you agree with Thomas’s observations in . Perhaps human life has little to do with what we eat. Perhaps…
March 20, 2013
All knowledge in a dot?
I like eggs for breakfast, but they must be bigger than the dot at the end of this sentence. As for sperm, well, they’re just too small to bother. And yet, the scientist tell me that all that I am comes from this, ah… from this “.” From this dot. Really?
Eventually it took me three books, the Alexander Trilogy to tackle the consequences resulting from these concepts. To make them real—acceptable to our mindsets conditioned to accept the evidence of our senses as real—as mundane reality. I begun with imagination, advanced to intellectual concepts, and finished with the spiritual ‘angle’.
We have two choices.
We can assume that human sperm, which needs to be magnified 400x to be visible, and the egg, that is the size of the dot at the end of this sentence, contains all the information necessary to produce, interconnect and harmonize (some say as many as) 100 trillion cells and equip it with a further ten times as many, say 1000 trillion micro-organisms in the intestines to make my body function properly.
Please note: it is proposed that a single sperm and the penetrated egg contains ALL the necessary information to produce and execute an organism such as you or I.
That’s right. All contained in the ovum the size of this (.) dot.
That’s the scientific approach.
The second approach is that exactly the same thing happens but the function of ‘growing’ a human body is guided and controlled by a mind, or a disembodied consciousness, which is not limited to the microscopic size or biological restrictions. It is a mind that is building a vehicle for itself, through which it will be able to develop new ideas, rather as I am using this computer to do so.
A wonderful computer.
A most wonderful brain.
The concept of omnipresent intelligence would help. As mentioned above, I used the idea in my book Alexander, part two of the Alexander Trilogy. Let me know what you think.
March 22, 2013
Throughout history people have been obsessed with the concept of Trinity. There always seemed to have been searching for a cause and effect, which would justify and explain the reality they perceived with their senses. For the next three blogs I’ll try to explain my version of this search. You may or may not agree, but it may help you to find your own vision of reality.
I must also stress that it is not my intention, nor desire, to compete with any religion. The learned doctors and theologians, invariably externalize their ‘divinity’, their ultimate potential, into realms which can be neither witnessed nor proven. As such, they have no practical meaning for me. My proposal is practical, useful, and can be practiced and witnessed by every man, woman and child. And, I repeat, it is not competing with your religious convictions.
The single reality consists of three forms, three distinct facets of the same concept, which is the concept of awareness. My premise is that if you are not aware of anyone thing, then, as far as you are concerned, it does not exist. You must experience that which you perceive for it to be real. You must have experience of it to make it your own. And you can most certainly experience my Trinity. Over the ages, people devised different names for the Triumvirate, perhaps for the lack of modern terminology. Be it as it may, here’s my proposal.
The single Reality, manifests as the Unconscious, the Conscious, and the Subconscious. We are all familiar with those terms, and here I wish to discuss them in detail.
The Unconscious is the essence, the eternal potential, outside concepts of time or space. As logical entities, we accept that nothing can happen out of nothing. There must be a cause for it to result in an effect. For that to happen we must assume that everything already exists; only we are, as yet, unable to perceive it. This impalpable existence of all that is, was or could be, is the Unconscious, within which everything already exists in its Potential Form.
This potential includes things, utilitarian objects, all the way to planetary systems, galaxies and multiple universes—objects of transient existence—as well as all biological and zoological forms.
The immaterial potential manifests in ideas, thoughts, and emotions resulting in compositions, poems, literary forms and other works of art that are not admired as things but as that which they represent or symbolize.
Next blog will discuss how these potential forms are brought out into the reality we call our world. Transient existence though it may be, it is the necessary component of the One Reality in which we have our being.
What others regard as Trinity is discussed in my essay #51, . Again, what do you think?
March 25, 2013
The Conscious—You and I.
The instrument the Unconscious uses to manifest itself in tangible form is called the Conscious. Our, yours and mine, consciousness is the means which brings the invisible, the impalpable, the potential, into physical reality. We are the extensions of the Unconscious enabling it to regard itself. To become aware of Itself. To become aware of a fraction of Its Infinite Potential.
The reason for this individualization is that infinity cannot be embraced with a conscious mind. It lies within the realm of the Unconscious, forever to remain there. It lies beyond the concept of time and space, beyond anything that is tangible. It can only be understood in minute fractions, which add up to a greater whole.
This applies to everything that, one day, will be brought out to manifest itself in a material and/or immaterial forms.
There is only One Reality, and that is whatever we are aware of. That which we do not perceive is not real—at least not to us—thus any discussion about such would be futile. And, surely, there should always be a consequence—a cause and an effect. That is what reality is based on. Remove either and whatever we define as reality no longer makes any sense.
And, as mentioned, the consequence of the above is the Trinity. The three clearly defined states of the Unconscious, the Subconscious, and the Conscious, satisfy this condition. For thousands of years various groups tried hard to make religions out of this concept, and, invariably, they painted themselves into a dead end by externalizing the observer and the observed.
It is vital to understand that the Unconscious is Infinite in respects. It is not limited in any way. Whatever we are capable of bringing out into our reality, it is you and I who shape it into a physical or mental form—who give transient reality to the absolute neutrality of the Unconscious.
We, and we alone, make the manifestation “good or bad”, depending on our point of view. We must remember that only losers of wars are deemed guilty of crimes against humanity—never the winners. We, our conscious mind, create the reality we consider ‘real’. Morality is a human invention, which serves to control people’s behaviour. Ethics, on the other hand, is intended to be based on truth.
The one consolation is that physical consequences of our choices are always transient. Not so, however, with the ‘non-physical’ consequences. Those are described in my next blog.
Below my journey of discovery, inspired by Apocryphal Acts of John: “A lamp am I to you that perceive me. A mirror am I to you that know me.”
I walked a distant shore
Looking left, right, behind me.
I climbed the highest mountain,
I crossed the widest sea.
I looked in every place,
as far as eye could see…
Yet ‘til my heart gives out
I’ll keep looking for Thee.
I don’t know who you are,
I’ve never seen your face.
I’d only seen your shadow
though it was filled with light—
and I was blinded by you
whoever you might be.
And then I saw a mirror
and realized: You are me.
PS. Other delusions are discussed in . Your comments are welcome.
March 27, 2013
The Subconscious—or “Heaven”
The Subconscious is, perhaps, is the most fascinating facet of reality. In as much as the Unconscious forever retains its potential form (religions call it spirit, which is meaningless until explained), and the Conscious is an ephemeral and very transient condition, the Subconscious is the sum total of all that has been manifested, or brought out from its potential form, since the beginning of time. The Unconscious is omnipresent. Those of us who can sublimate our sense of separation, our ego, are well aware of it.
It would be wise to remember that time only exists within the transient confines of Conscious awareness. While the Subconscious is little more than—to use a modern expression—a memory storage, when we vacate the instrument of the Unconscious (i.e. vacate our physical bodies), the Subconscious with its indescribable storage of all that we manifested/experienced/created over billions of years, becomes our conscious awareness. We can enjoy our Subconscious repeatedly, timelessly, eternally. In this incorporeal form we, and all that we have already accomplished, are indestructible, even as we are in our dreams. If we learn lucid dreaming, we can experience the heaven we are building for ourselves, today. In this state, however, we cannot bring out any more Potential into our reality—the reason being that there are no consequences to our actions/behaviour within the Subconscious.
Many will call this condition heaven.
It is a static form of existence, although within this state we are free to roam the universes at will, enjoying all that we have brought out from its Potential. We lack nothing, because we are not aware that we lack anything. Nevertheless, after a little while, a thousand years or so, we begin to feel an itch, which we cannot really define. Over another period, we begin to wonder if there could be something else that we have not as yet experienced.
This is the moment of Eureka!
We begin to search for a means of bring out something that we feel still exists in our Unconscious. Also, some of us might not enjoy the reality we’ve created. After all, we alone are the creators of our Subconscious. For some of us it may feel more like hell…
Ye are gods?
We search our memory banks—and then we have it.
We are born, again, to experience the mode of becoming as conscious beings. In this form our memory banks are very limited, which enables us to search for the not as yet experienced. We delve into our Unconscious.
There are many hardships, as our intention is to bring out into the open that which was never as yet manifested. It’s a risky proposition, but some of us think it’s worth it.
What do you think?
Perhaps, one day, in the fullness of time, some of us will create a heaven we no longer desire to leave. But even then there will be Bhodavistas amongst us, who will take pity on the rest of us. We shall see.
Other versions of Heaven are discussed in, You might prefer them…
March 29, 2013
E Pluribus Unum
The Seal of the United States avers: E pluribus unum, meaning “out of many, one”. This statement refers to the vast collection of expatriates of divergent physical characteristics, who combine to create the most powerful nation of the world.
A noble endeavour.
Does the same apply to evolution? If man is the peak, the acme, of the evolutionary trend then shall we, Homo sapiens, eventually eliminate all competition (we’re well on the way) to rule supreme on this ball of dust to the exclusion of all other biological life-forms? Or shall we incorporate them into our own physio/psyche to create Homo omnibus to rule, supreme, over no one at all?
There is another way of looking at this subject.
If nature/evolution/divine-intervention brought us from a single-celled amoeba to the trillions-celled human, will the nature/evolution/divine-intervention cease its activities, satisfied that status quo cannot be improved upon? Or… considering the billions of years behind us, will the same triad continue in its activities for another few billion years, to advance Homo sapiens as much again as we are today from an amoeba?
Four arms would enable us to text two messages at the same time. A fifth arm would enable us to munch simultaneously on potato chips while washing them down with beer. We might also develop a second nose through which we could smoke cigarettes, or other weed, without having to stop eating. Nature/evolution, with or without divine-intervention, has achieved much, much more since our single-celled existence. Another arm for continuous cell-phone communication wouldn’t hurt, either.
Having studied human form/behaviour during my last holidays, it seems that we, as a species, are well on the way to developing physique consisting of enormous stomachs, atrophying leg and buttock muscles (unnecessary for munching and texting, while sufficient to get to one’s automobile), and vacant facial expression attesting to the equally atrophying brain whose functions have been, in large measure, already taken over by electronic devices.
Perhaps our scientists might take steps to stop nature/evolution in its tracks, to spare us from further improvements. There might be a greater problem with divine-intervention, which, according to most ancient eastern philosophies, has already given up on us some eons ago, and is ready to recycle us, once again, to start anew, perhaps with a two-celled amoeba, in the hope of better results.
The one cheerful thought is that, as we are “e pluribus unum”, we shall be recycled in great togetherness in a great pre-human cauldron of pre-evolutionary stew, which will probably start with a great Golden Age, followed by Eve handing us an apple, which will, over billions of years, lead us to yet another demise.
Alternatively, we might consider that we are all disembodies entities, playing with our bodies as toys, for purely hedonistic reasons. In that case, the above scenario could bring us nothing but pure joy and, possibly, extremely large stomachs. Yet another alternative is proposed in , Book Three of my Winston Trilogy.
March 31, 2013
HUMAN POTENTIAL SERIES cont.
Again the “Many and the Few…”
The more I think about it the more I’m convinced that the secrets of life, of the Universe, of Immortality, all lie within the context of “the many and the few”. That only the few who can sublimate their ego sufficiently to dismiss their mundane achievements and the resulting possessions, are among those who can see, who can perceive, the truth.
No one could ever accuse any of the leaders of the established religions to be capable of such a strange way of thinking. Only recently the newly elected pope, Francis I, said that we are all protectors of one another. That “I am my brother’s keeper”. That is fine if you define just who is my brother. Since we are using a biblical expression, are those whom Yeshûa call “dead”, are they my brothers, too? Am I their keeper, also? Pope Francis seems to think so. But if so, to what degree? To what extent?
It seems to me that we are continuously confusing the meaning of our kinship. Perhaps it is not the embodiments, the external expressions, of the souls that we are to take care of, but the inner entity, the essence, to real thing. Perhaps we are brothers “in spirit” only, not in physical, transient, overfed, egotistical, over puffed forms?
I am convinced that Yeshûa never had our bodies in mind. I know he fed them fish and bread on one occasion, but wasn’t this only to sustain the bodies of men/women, so that he could share the truth with them? After all, the rest of the time he didn’t feed the masses, nor did he go into restaurant business, though he continued to feed their souls.
Brothers in spirit?
Peter was feeding the souls. Paul tried to feed the… brotherhood. They both believed in their cause. They were both necessary. Still are. If you want to know how and why, read . It’d take more than a blog to explain.
The problem is that while some of us are hardly awake, hardly aware of our infinite potential, this potential continues to exist within every single one of us. No matter how badly we manifest it at any given time. Who can tell if someone who will survive a day longer thanks to us feeding them fish and bread, will not have his or her eyes opened by our act of generosity itself?
Who can tell?
April 2, 2013
The animal Soul
Fundamentalists have and continue to do great harm to humanity. In their stubborn ignorance they advocate their facile interpretations of the words of wisdom hidden in various scriptures, only to confuse and bamboozle the masses, the “many that are called”, who rely on them for guidance. Only “the few” will see through their shenanigans.
The human body is an incredible construct. We reside, temporarily, in a superb biological robot that is so advanced that it is capable of generating its own marginal awareness. This rudimentary consciousness is the bi-product of the animal soul, which enables us to survive in, and experience, physical environment.
This miniscule consciousness, however, must not be confused with the real consciousness, which was instrumental in evolving the complexity of our bodies and uses them for its own ends. This higher consciousness, if you will, is what separates the “many that are called” from the “few who are chosen” (by this higher consciousness) to rise above their physical limitations.
Eve, who is the biblical symbol for the subconscious, refers only to the “animal soul”, which nevertheless has an enormous storage of information carried, essentially, in its genetic code. Both, men and women are equipped with it, in equal measure. Yet, as the potential of using that knowledge is vastly greater than we are aware of, nature divided the male and female characteristics to complement each other, and to act as one when possible or necessary. Hence the left and the right hemispheres of the brain, which give men and women uses of both sides, but a predisposition of one or the other.
Nevertheless, while the predispositions differ, the total potential is equal. While such distinction predisposes men to conquer new grounds, it is the women who have the natural ability to consolidate that knowledge, to make sure that both, men and women can use it in equal measure. Had it not been for this feminine predisposition, men’s multiple conquests would have been lost to humanity. Both facets are equally as important for evolution, and we must always remember that both men and women are equipped to perform both tasks, they differ only in natural predispositions, not in the actual potential.
When ready, some of us manage to become aware of a higher entity that inspires us to do greater things. My patron saint, Stanislaw Kostka, is said to have said: “ad majora natus sum”. “For greater things am I born”. This is not a statement of pride or superiority but of awareness of a higher calling. All too often we must sublimate our “animal soul”, our ego or natural predispositions, to “rise to the occasion”, in order to perform acts which are impossible for the ‘many’. There is ample evidence that only few are adept at using both predispositions equally. Let us never forget that the word holy comes from “whole”, or complete.
To learn more about ancient knowledge, try my . It will help you raise the veil surrounding mysteries acquired by humanity over thousands of years.
April 4, 2013
The miracle of Man
We are individual units of consciousness. As such, we are inseparable from the Whole. That’s what individual means. However, we are only indivisible in a single perception of consciousness. The further we stray from this perception, the more separate we become.
Reality can be perceived as idea, as mental patterns, as emotional or imaginary constructs and, finally, as physical forms, such as most of us insist we are. Thus we, humans, perceives reality in terms of ideas, thoughts, emotions and senses.
The inspired scribes of various scriptures have struggled to convey these concepts to people of their day; alas, they lacked modern terminology to do so. Hence various religions made further attempts to interpret the findings of the few.
In fact, the fourfold nature of man (so frequently used in the Bible to illustrate reality) was never intended to be advanced as a religious idea. Such concepts were, and are, as close to science as any science could be. We must never forget that reality is only as real as the observer who experiences it. It is a construct of the said four facets of man. Whatever anyone considers himself or herself to be—that they are. No less, and no more. “I am the truth,” said Yeshûa, and the same holds for every one of us. We are the images of our perceptions. Yet, again, there are many that are called, and so few that are chosen. Although we all have the potential of becoming aware of the fourfold nature with which we are endowed, most prefer to rely on their senses. This includes the vast majority of men and women.
Considerably fewer people, many artists among them, use their imagination to construct the image of their reality. Then we come to the “thinkers” better known as philosophers or the lovers of wisdom. They often use their subconscious to discover their inner potential.
Finally come people for whom ideas are the only aspects of reality that are worthwhile. They often do not fully understand the consequences of the ideas that come to them, but they continue to strive. Their heads remain in the clouds, where reality is endless, superb, beautiful, eternal. They are the few, the very few, who bear witness to the Original Idea. When all is said and done, we are but ideas—individualizations of the Whole.
On the other hand, only those who practice all four facets of man can claim to have experienced the total reality. Only they can partake in the creative act of translating the original, perfect idea, all the way to its physical manifestation. We are here not just to bathe in a blurred image of divinity but to unite with all aspects of revelation.
My book, explains this further. You may find it interesting. You will most certainly marvel at your own infinite potential.
April 6, 2013
The Need of Immortality
While we can only perform our daily tasks in full consciousness, we draw on previous experience to perform those tasks in a continually improving manner. To do so we must, at some level, compare them to stored memories. We cannot to so at a conscious level. There are trillions of electrochemical reactions in our brain, probably per second, to perform this function. Yet, this is only the beginning.
Some of us, the chosen few, can by entering a deep trance reach back to experiences of centuries ago, perhaps thousands of years, to advance our progress. As our potential is infinite, there is no end to this journey. We can be compared to indestructible computers with memories reaching back to the beginning of time.
Over countless millennia, we have assumed various forms, taken on various means, to advance on our journey. From a single-celled amoeba we have grown to inhabit a human body possessed of tens of trillions of cells, working in perfect unison with each other. No conscious brain could do this. Yet, by some means, misunderstood by many, we do so without being aware of the wonder that we are. Without being aware of the incredible construct that we inhabit.
J.B.S. Haldane, a British geneticist once said that the Universe is not only queerer than we suppose, but queerer than we can suppose. He was also an evolutionary biologist. I strongly suspect he referred to our body as his Universe.
We are tiny universes, or integral, inseparable individualized units reflecting this totality of Universes. The Universe of universes. Worlds without end…
Hence, reincarnations. No man, no woman, could hope to reach the understanding, to experience such enormity, in the span of a single biological life. We change bodies, adding to the storehouse of our memories the wonders that still lie before us to discover. Let us never forget, that we are all just passers-bye. In a way—we are nomads. There is no end to our journey. There is only the endlessly receding horizon waiting for us to be discovered.
In the Winston Trilogy I tried to explore the subject of our advancement. I know that I merely scratched the surface. In I show no more than our next step. The staircase goes on forever.
April 8, 2013
A Stranger in a Strange Land
The Uniqueness of Purpose
I borrowed the subtitle of today’s blog from Robert Heinlein, the renowned author of Sci-Fi novels. The hero of my book, Part Three of the Alexander Trilogy finds himself in similar circumstances.
Most of us are born in a hospital, under caring eye of an obstetrician, ably assisted by a platoon of nurses. Sacha was no different yet, in spite of the normal surrounding he found at his birth, he couldn’t shake a nagging feeling that, somehow or rather, he’d been misplaced. While recognizing his environment with his senses, his inner self had no idea what he was doing in a human body.
Don’t we all have moments like that?
“What on Earth am I doing here?” question often crosses my mind. I don’t feel I belong here.
Or so it seems.
Of course, it is our job to discover our purpose. Yes, we all have a very specific purpose which, while not interfering with our real or imagined concept of free will, is intended to guide us to the fulfillment of the particular incarnation we’d entered under the watchful eye of the medical team.
The hero of my novel spends a lot of his time wondering about his purpose. He’s convinced that he’s been placed, here, on Earth, for a reason, but he’s much more preoccupied with finding his way back to wherever he came from. Hence the drama unfolding in the book. Poor Sacha, as that was his name, cannot even share his qualms with anybody, as his metal acrobatics would not make sense of a “normal” human being. Not even to his parents. Gradually he becomes aware of his purpose. And that is where his problems begin in earnest.
As you may have read in one of my essays, Purpose, essay #35 in the series, we all must discover who and what we are, in order to meet our obligations to… ourselves. We and only we decide when and why we are born. We and only we decide why. The discovery of the purpose is known as Self Realization. Only when that occurs, our real life begins. Until then… well, Buddha would have called us “still asleep”, and Yeshûa the “not yet born”, or just… “dead” as in “let the dear bury the dead”.
Welcome to the real world.
April 10, 2013
Discovering your Purpose
The Necessity of Freedom
There is one very specific reason why the United States of America stresses the importance of freedom. To those few who are more advanced in the study of metaphysics, of the true reality, there is only one reason for that. Individual freedom is sine qua non for the discovery of one’s true nature.
It has little to do with the material standing of any particular citizen. Au contraire, as our French friends would say, who were almost the first to cry liberté, égalité, fraternité, with the accent of La liberté, What is often overlooked though, perhaps, even more important, is the statement in the “American Declaration of Independence” which demands freedom to “pursue happiness”.
Fewer still amongst us seem to realize that one cannot achieve this noble aim, of being truly happy, unless one discovers the noble purpose in one’s life.
On a truly free person can realize, and then achieve, the uniqueness of one’s purpose. For no other reason does he or she need freedom. And only on achieving the realization of the reason for one’s life, can one achieve true happiness.
The founders of the “American Way” had been inspired to define the parameters necessary to achieve this purpose. The tragedy is that, more often than not, those “in charge”, be they civilian or sacerdotal, are not aware of the conditions indispensible for the achievement of one’s life’s purpose. They try to control people’s minds and even hearts. Liberty is a means, it is the expression of freewill, which can either be realized or forsaken in the pursuit of money, fame, and power, rather than happiness. And happiness can only be achieved, if we discover our raison d’être; if we discover the reason for having been born, for living, and ultimately for terminating our presence here.
Our purpose is to make this reality a better place. To enhance it with our presence here. To achieve happiness not just for ourselves, but also for others.
There are many ways to achieve this purpose. One is illustrated in my novel . At present, it is a free download on Amazon and Shakespir. Enjoy. Your journey may be different, but your purpose is the same: to achieve freedom, your self-realization. And then to share it with others.
April 12, 2013
To be or not to be
Our physical life, transient, almost ephemeral though it may be, is still the most permanent expression of becoming we shall ever experience in an individualized form. Except for heaven, of course. But heaven being perfect, must, by definition remain in a perfect stasis. Being perfect it cannot be improved upon, nor can any change occur which might, in any way whatsoever impinge on that perfection. Heaven is One. Complete. Unchangeable.
Hence, individualization. Hence you and I, and countless trillions of intelligent beings throughout the universe. Sorry, throughout the Universes. Plural?
Thus, once we descend from the ‘ever-after’ or, if you prefer, the ‘ever-before’—infinity has neither beginning nor end—we enter the realm of transiency of patterns, emotions and matter.
“Will you love me when I am old and grey?” she asked.
“Of course I’ll love you when I am old and grey,” he replied. Alas, I shall not be old and grey forever.
Yet, if we consider that our ideas are often germinated in a split second, we see the patterns which they form in hours, perhaps days, we become enamoured with them for weeks, even months, then our grey hair seems to last almost forever. Or… it sometimes feels like it—a foretaste of eternity?
Yet heaven is static.
All exists in heaven, in the unconscious, in its always perfect, potential form. When ideas descend through individualization, they are even more fleeting in transit than in realization of having achieved physical form. Yes, we last longer in our bodies then in any stage that brought us here, to our physical manifestation.
Yet, there is a paradox here.
It is due to the fact that we only achieve complete separation from our origin when we become fully manifest in our bodies. On “the way down”, our eventual individualization is still a “work in progress”. And that is why our bodies, though seemingly ‘solid’, are continually replaced with new cell structures, our emotions often last for years, our philosophies for centuries, and the ideas on which they are based seem eternal. Down here, we continue to be “work in progress”.
It’s just as well that we’re immortal. Only now, we are beginning to see, in what form. Only one of them passes the test of eternity. Make sure you identify yourself with it. There are many heavens to which we can aspire, and once we learn about them, we can actually retain aspects of individuality in some lower stages of it. Yet, believe me, even the lowest stages are quite out of this world. They are like a dream in which everything goes right. In which we are gods.
In my novel Alexander, Book Two of the Alexander Trilogy, Dr. Alec Baldwin embarks on the search for such a reality. You might want to compare it to your own attempts. You might want to share you findings with others.
April 14, 2013
Reality is stranger than Fiction
There is no such thing as a miracle. There are only ways of regarding reality. In my blog dealing with Structure of Reality, I described the fourfold nature of man. For as long as we regard reality with our senses, we are stuck, irrevocably in the reality which responds to the observer who uses physical means to observe physical phenomena. Hence the scientists are usually stuck in the past in which the phenomena have already taken place, and all they can do is to observe the end of a creative process.
There are, of course, other ways of observing reality. One could say that every opus of any number of the great composers is a miracle. Yet the miraculous aspect of it is that it must be re-created here and now to give it reality. Until the moment that the symphony, a concerto, or a sonata is played, it only exists as an idea that has been expressed as a pattern on a piece of paper. The music is not there yet.
The same can be said of other creative arts, wherein the artists does little more than to bring out and put on paper or linen, or uncover from a block of stone an idea that dwelled within his or her higher consciousness, waiting to be uncovered. Waiting to be brought out into the physical reality.
Great mathematicians, which group in the past included philosophers, see reality as patterns. They see the interdependence and inter-relationship of one thing to another. The greatest achievement of Einstein were not his equations, but his ability to perceive the reality as making mathematical sense. Where he erred was in attempting to stabilize the creative process, forgetting that the process itself is endless. Hence probability rather than inevitability.
Finally we come to regarding reality as an idea. In the eyes of an advanced observer, an idea is always perfect. Later, the execution of such an idea suffers from inadequacies of our abilities. Hence, we need evolution to assure that the ideas will continually better developed until, to paraphrase the Lord’s Prayer, “the idea of the observer will be as perfect on earth as it is in heaven”.
Should we be able to maintain the perfection of an idea through the all phases of the creative process, and anchor it in the subconscious, such would be manifested in the physical reality. Hence, the “spontaneous” cures. Yet let us remember that the instant the perfect idea becomes manifest in the dualistic reality it suffers from gradual degradation.
What some of the great mystics succeeded in was not in changing our physical reality, but in perceiving the truth behind it, the original idea, which, through their inimitable conviction (some call it faith) they managed to manifest here and now. Those events we describe as miracles. In fact those events are what we should all strive for. Here and now.
My novel attempts to illustrate what is involved within the human psyche to succeed in this endeavour. Try it. You might be among the few who succeed.
April 16, 2013
Ultimately we shall all meet our Fate
Pretty much everything happens as it should. We, endowed with a marginal freewill, stray from the straight and narrow, and the Universal Laws stubbornly bring us back on course. For some of us, it might take a few billion years or so yet, ultimately, we shall all meet our destiny. Whether we like it or not, and no matter how atheistic our convictions, we are all destined to become aware of, and then to learn the skills that define gods.
Strange though it might be, at present, we are no longer evolving spiritually, i.e. we are not developing the capacity of our consciousness, opting for strictly physical evolution with marginal mental and emotional appurtenances. All our efforts are directed at making our physical stay on Earth easier, more apathetic. Most people, should they win a million or two on a lottery, would stop working and become fulltime lay-abouts—that’s like gadabouts only without making the effort. We would pretend to be busy by being slightly generous towards those waiting to win or inherit the means for us doing nothing, and extending our lackadaisical largess to others. After we die, there would be no detectible sign that we ever lived. No lasting sign. No evidence that, having lived, the world, but for our presence, has become a better place.
And yet we are endowed with freewill. Or, perhaps, because of it? Perhaps gods in waiting are lazy.
There is but one saving grace. We are immortal. No matter how many lives we wasted, and continue to waste, there was a time, described by some as the Golden Age, the Satia Yuga, our stint in Eden, where we have anchored our individuality in deeds out of which the present reality came into being. Whether we like it or not, we are insipient gods, even if, at present, taking a protracted nap.
A mere 2000 years ago, one man thought otherwise. His name was Yeshûa. He may have shown us the way. See for yourself.
April 19, 2013
Why we are all full of hot air
Believe me, I am not a physicist. After reading this, every physicist will confirm this. Nor do I know too much about physics, molecular and otherwise. I read a dozen books and, well, they managed to confuse me.
About a year ago, I read that we are mostly empty space. A Ph.D in physics said so. Nevertheless, with some 50 to 100 trillion cells, each one made up of atoms, the energy trapped within all those atoms must be enormous. Gargantuan. Flabbergasting. In fact, it makes me nervous. I once reported that we hosts to bit over seven billion billion billion of them. That’s a figure 7 followed by 27 zeros.
Do you get my point?
And now think of a single gram. I read this on the Internet.
Energy in ergs = 1 gram x (30,000,000,000.0 cm/sec) x (30,000,000,000.0 cm/sec).
This equals 900,000,000,000,000,000,000.0 ergs of energy.…which is equal to the energy emitted by a 100 watt bulb (producing 100 × 10 million ergs/sec) for:
900,000,000,000,000,000,000.0/(100 × 10,000,000) = 900,000,000,000.0 seconds.
I make that equal to about 250,000,000 hours. Do your own math. Remember, that’s one a blob of mass equivalent to one gram. I weigh 90 kilograms. That’s 90,000 blobs. That’s (250,000,000 × 90,000) hours. I could keep the world illuminated till dooms day and then some.
Think about it: E=MC2 . We all know that. But now invert the equation. Mass x 186 miles per second x 186 miles per second = mass. Anyway you twist it, to get a single gram of mass takes an incredible amount of energy. Conversely, if you or I were not 99.99999999 etc% empty space, only a real solid, like a black hole, should we explode, the galaxy in which we have our becoming would cease to exist.
You or I would be the origin of a big bang.
And how do you like that?
Look it up on the Internet.
The reason we must be “empty space” is that should our bodies me made up of atoms that are ‘solid’, and should their electric charge (positive protons and negative electrons) be pressed closer together, and should we continue to generate some trillion electrochemical reactions per second within our bodies, the heat we’d generate would be just absurd. We would burn up ourselves and all that surrounds us. Pressure creates heat, and heat tends to expel energy. We would be walking galactic bombs destroying everything in our path.
Luckily, we are empty space.
Yes, that includes our heads. All this could be over your head. It certainly is over mine. Perhaps that is why I keep mine as empty as possible, like atoms, to have room for understanding. At the moment it is as the man has said. The universe is not only queerer that I can imagine, but it is queerer than I can imagine.
Little of it makes any sense. That is why I wrote . I kept it simple, for people such as I am. So if you are not much, much smarter than I am, you might enjoy it too. Try it.
April 22, 2013
Do you remember when Time began?
In my new novel, the Pluto Effect, Book Two of the Aquarius Trilogy, I discuss the ramifications of the subconscious.
Hypnosis comes into the picture.
The only way we can overcome the incredible power of that which has been tried and experienced in order to try something new, we must either have a will that Evelyn Monahan described as the most powerful force in the Universe, or have faith that can move mountains. The only other alternative, though only as a last resort, is hypnosis. We must program ourselves, our “reactive self”, not interfere and hold us back from attempting something new and untried.
As most of us rely on the subconscious to take us through most vicissitudes of our daily life, the more experienced we are the more likely we shall be to rely on the past events. Thus we tend to remain in the ‘being’ rather than in the ‘becoming’ mode.
To put it in yet another way, since the essence of life is change, in the reactive mode we are not fully alive. Or as Buddha put it, not fully awake. Yeshûa had a tougher term for that. He called such people dead.
So what is the purpose of life?
We are here, in this dualistic reality, for one purpose only: to enhance the quality of becoming, which would enable ourselves and others to cross new grounds and enrich our own and other peoples’ subconscious. The richer our storehouse of experience, the more aware we become of the necessity of the mode of becoming.
Gradually we grow to be aware that our being is essentially in our subconscious, and here, on earth, we are no more than passers by. Once we become aware of our infinite potential, at least theoretically, we’d not have to be born again. Alas, infinite seems to have an ever receding horizon.
Essentially, animals rely solely on the reactive mode. They also advance, accumulate new experience, but only due to unexpected events which come their way without their conscious participation. Hence, their possible advance is much slower. We, humans, are intended to try the new—the often dangerous—as a conscious effort and intent.
Nothing could be more reactive than some of our FB friends advocating the “be safe” dictum. The opposite is true. “Be adventurous”. “Cross new boundaries”. “Live dangerously”. Indeed, heaven is for the brave, not cowards.
Any person or organization, determined to protect the status quo, are destined to tread water on an eternal treadmill. They are stagnant. They will remain dead until a great misfortune will shake them into coming awake.
In my novel YESHÛA, a young lad, brought up by the Essenes, is a great example. He dared and paid for it. He also gained immortality. Shouldn’t we all at least try?
April 25, 2013
The Many and the very, very Few
It all started in Egypt or perhaps elsewhere, before the oldest annals of history had been written, now lost in the shadows of antiquity. Then came Greece, then Rome, with China slipping somewhere in between. We have been always surrounded by gods. And when Yeshûa assured everyone that he could do nothing of himself, that he’s not good , they ignored his words. Those and many others. Instead, they made a god out of him. It seems that we, men, just cannot live without gods.
Then came great leaders we had been determined to adore. To worship? How else could anyone justify such crowds following an array of kings, Khans, Napoleons and other military leaders, Stalin, Hitler or Mao… unless people had been determined, at the time, to treat them as gods? No wonder those great leaders had been determined to stamp out religion. Gods don’t take kindly to competition.
Thou shalt have no other gods before me…?
There is only one choice remaining. We can either follow the established route of externalizing our gods, of putting them on pedestals, building for them altars or palaces, building them monuments, stick shining pieces of metal on their chests, or we can turn our back on them and look within.
Who knows what we might discover there? Few amongst us ever looked. Fewer still searched. Or listened? And those who have, those who discovered what lay within have been ignored like their predecessors.
…when you pray, go away by yourself, shut the door behind you…
Not go to splendid edifices called temples or churches and display our religiosity for all to see. Go away by yourself and shut the door.
But what will my neighbours say?
Our neighbours will either do the same, or they are some of the many that are called, but not among the few who are willing to listen to good advice from the man whom many call god. Not himself, but the many. The sheep that need someone to follow. Who need a god to worship, outside, with monuments and gold and glitter, and scarlet robes, and tiaras, and medals, and titles…
“Go into your room, by yourself, and shut the door behind you.” “Why do you not understand my speech?”
Will anyone ever listen? Understand?
There had been two men going through the same struggle some two thousand years ago. Many others are still struggling. The two men were called . It was a long and painful struggle. Finally, they found their way. Now it’s our turn.
April 29, 2013
An Extraordinary Gift
Since I keep insisting that we are all immortal, who cares if we live or die? Why don’t we just kill each other off, and restore this world to its previous glory? You know, the way it was before Adam and Eve set it on the slow trek to eventual perdition? Many ‘great’ leaders tried to do so, albeit unsuccessfully. We multiply faster than they can kill us. Well, is there anyone willing to try?
I will. I am willing to try.
Unless we fulfill the reason for being here—our particular, individual reason—we shall continue to give an ongoing impersonation of Sisyphus. The Greeks knew that before Christianity or Buddhism were born. Sisyphus had been told to push a boulder uphill, and each time he was about to succeed, the boulder rolled backwards and he had to start again.
He was unlucky. He kept making the same mistake.
We are better of. In each life, and often in a single incarnation, we face problems we have decided to solve. But, contrary to Sisyphus, each time we fail, the problem gets a little harder. The boulder gets bigger. This inspires us to try harder.
Problems are not punishments—they are blessings, gifts from the benevolent Universe.
There is one other magnificent aspect to our life. Every painful experience on earth is transitory. I doesn’t last. On the other hand, when we fulfill our purpose, the victory becomes built into our unconscious forever. We never, never have to repeat it. Oh, there will be other boulders, but not the particular one that gave us such trouble.
There is no end of gifts. No matter how high we climb, how great challenges we overcome, there will be new once. Forever.
Because we are immortal. Ye are gods, remember?
Some time ago, I’ve written a trilogy, named the Winston Trilogy, which illustrated the gradual progress of a man, through many trials and tribulations, which he considered inexplicable punishments, for, he knew not what. It was only, in book three of the trilogy, in , he’d learned the truth. He was stunned, as you will be if you read my books. But… you’d wise to start at the beginning, with .
I deal with human potential. With infinity.
May 2, 2013
The Shoes of the Fisherman
A little while ago we’ve witnessed the election of a new pope. Since his election, I was surprised that, contrary to many of his predecessors, he rejected the opulence of his office, and tried to inspire by example. In the Vatican dripping with gold and priceless works of art, that is a rare trait indeed.
I want my readers to know that my comments about the Church are limited only to the Church’s claim to expertise in matters pertaining to the teaching of Christ.
The last 2000 years made it abundantly clear that the Church has absolutely no interest in any treasures stored in heaven. On the other hand, the brazen agglomeration of priceless wealth which I suspect exceeds even that of the British Empire which R. Buckminster Fuller once called: “…history’s most successful world-outlaw organization…” is obvious.
On the other hand, I have nothing but admiration and undying gratitude to the Church, present and past, in many other areas that are also dear to me. The Church is responsible for my countless moments of joy, of visual, aural and tactile pleasure that contribute greatly to the fabric of my daily life.
I held my breath as I entered the Basilica of Saint Peter. What magnificent space, what resplendent vistas! I dare anyone, of any faith or religion, not to derive pleasure, not to admire the euphoric splendor (spiritual decadence only if you are a spoilsport) of the central building of the Church. The sensuously polished marbles, the forests of columns—forthright and upright, soaring towards heavenly domes. Or from the armies of sculptured saints, the galleries of paintings of more saintly figures, all immortalized right here, on earth, for posterity. The greatest names of the 16th century, Bramante, Michelangelo and Raphael have been mustered to contribute their genius to this monument of human endeavor. And all this thanks to but one man, Pope Julius II. Admittedly there are those who call his reign “the decadence of papacy,” but there is another way of looking at this period. Without Julius, St. Peter’s would never have happened.
And then there is the Sistine Chapel ceiling, the papal apartments, the papal portrait galleries, the inexhaustible works of art in the Vatican Museum, the consummate splendor of other Vatican buildings, the gardens… and, last but not least, the superb archives of the Vatican library…
Who else could provide us with such unprecedented riches?
And this is just the headquarters.
And then there is music.
I defy anyone to point to any other source as abundant as the Church in commanding composers to produce their best for the good of all. From the aria antiqua, through the doleful canticles to the Ambrosian and Gregorian chants echoing among the stone walls of ancient monasteries, to Handel’s Messiah and other Oratorios. And who could claim that Bach wasn’t first and foremost a church’s composer?
And there is more—much more…
Is there another way? Perhaps. Read my and tell me what you think.
May 5, 2013
We must all walk through walls which we create…
It took me a while, but encouraged by my many friends, I finally finished the sequel to my . The sequel, which is book two of the Aquarius Trilogy, is inspired essentially by Greek mythology. I once wrote an essay, Myth and Reality, which you can find in collection, in which I’d pointed out that in the Apostles’ Creed, the statement of faith adopted by most Christian denominations, of 108 words, 15 words have historical basis and the remaining 93 are pure myth.
I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth; and in JESUS Christ His only Son, our Lord, WHO WAS conceived by the Holy Ghost, BORN of the Virgin MARY, SUFFERED UNDER PONTIUS PILATE, WAS CRUCIFIED, DIED, AND BURIED; He descended into hell; the third day He rose from the dead; He ascended into Heaven, and sitteth at the right hand of God, the Father Almighty; from thence He shall come to judge the quick and the dead. I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy Catholic Church; the communion of saints; the forgiveness of sins; the resurrection of the body; and the life everlasting.
The facts are shown in bold capital letters.
It seemed to me that if some 1 billion believers can accept such a ratio, then surely, they must suspect that in other myths, such as Greek, the ratio might well be comparative.
Thus inspired, I set out to find the truth, or at least Simon Jackson, my protagonist from Book One of the Trilogy, did. The contention was that within the glorious myths of Greece, somewhere behind the wondrous stories and fables the truth must be hidden. If you follow my reasoning, you’ll be surprised beyond compare. Even as I have been.
Soon the book Pluto Effect will be published, and then you’ll have to wait for part three to find out what are the consequences of this supposition, which will affect the next 2000 years or so of the Age of Aquarius.
The Age we are in right now.
Believe me, I’m as curious as you are, but I am absolutely confident that my subconscious which, I am discovering is rich beyond measure, will reveal it to me. And my unconscious will show me the means of sharing it with you. For now, enjoy Book One, the . And be ready for what’s to follow.
May 8, 2013
Even if the shoe fits…
Since I retired, I’d published more than 30 books. I’m working on four more. Of course that doesn’t mean much unless the books have some quality. Some literary value. Only you can decide on that.
I write on Human Potential. I know that the market is already saturated with erotic romance, murder, suspense, UFOs, sex, vampires, werewolves, and other human foibles. It seems that most of us find only such subjects entertaining.
To each his and/or her own.
After all, many are called and only a few, very few are chosen. Only a few are interested in our ultimate potential. If they are, this fact alone doesn’t make them better or worse; it just makes them very different from the vast majority of people. It only means that their interests lie in other spheres of the human endeavour. Perhaps in arts, or philosophy, or even poetry… in aspects belonging to the realm of the mind rather than the body.
And then there are those who are completely devoid of any human traits. They spend their time changing their FB profile pictures. They seem quite oblivious how ugly they might be. Physically, I mean. I know nothing of their souls. They change their images weekly, some daily… not that I checked. It seems to be their only intellectual challenge. It seems that they have nothing else to offer to humanity, indeed, to his or her own soul or psyche.
It has been said that to him that has—more shall be given; and for him that has not—even that shall be taken away. Or from her, I presume. Words to that effect. I’m fairly sure that the evangelist wasn’t talking about people’s bank accounts, sexual prowess, or even the frequency of displaying photos of themselves. Rather, I suspect, about what they’ve accomplished with what has been given to them. With their hidden talents that might, in some cases, remain hidden forever. Or until they atrophy.
Until… they are taken away?
And the frightening thing is that every single man and woman on Earth has a unique gift to offer to the rest of humanity. A gift so unique that they had to be born just for one purpose—to share it. Is there really anyone amongst us who thinks that the sole purpose of a male or female of the human species is to change, often, their FB profile photos?
Alas, many, very many, appear to think so.
And then we might wonder how others might look at us. Not other people, we already know that. Other species. Like cat and dogs. You can get a pretty good idea in . Let me know what you think. If you want to write a review, ask for a free copy.
May 11, 2013
On human Pride…
I am still to meet a scientist who could create, make, or construct a human being. If fact, I would be in awe of a man or woman who could create/make/construct a lowly bug, an insect equipped with the same versatility which nature offers its creations. To move around, often to fly, to procure its food, to procreate, often to be very beautiful. That last is the fringe benefit with which nature with her abundant benevolence treats us.
And how do we treat nature?
We, with our inexplicable pride, or perhaps dismal stupidity, or just impudence that can only be human, we try to change nature’s rules. To correct them. We think we know better.
Pain tells us that something is wrong. Are we grateful for the hint? Do we eliminate the cause? No, we take a pill to eliminate the pain.
Overeating causes dozens of diseases. Do we stop stuffing ourselves? No, here, in the West, we are more obese than in any other part of the world. Why? Because we can, that’s our only reason. Yet nature’s rule is simple: if you can catch it, you can eat it. I don’t care if it’s a tomato, a head of cabbage or a wild animal. Catch it—eat it. Can’t catch it—leave it alone. Follow nature’s rule and live a long and healthy life.
Animals are born, they live, often procreate, and then die. Humans are given to reach to higher aspirations. Yet most of us just procreate, and when the time comes to die, we fight death with drugs and rules and regulations, which do not allow us to die in peace. We still die, but the last years we often spend in a vegetative state; often, at least part of the time, lying in our own excrement. It’s called dying with dignity! We think that we know better than nature when we should go.
Fever is nature’s way of fighting off a disease, to kill the viruses or bacteria that threaten our wellbeing. This is our immune system’s response with which nature has equipped us. We take pills to reduce the body temperature. Then we take so many antibiotics that bugs become immune to them.
We don’t become immune to bugs.
Nature has equipped 14 year-old girls to get pregnant. Nature also equipped them with a brain. Do we allow them to use their brains to buy contraceptive pills? No. Don’t get pregnant and don’t listen to nature. We alone know better.
Sounds pretty stupid to me.
Nature has her own way to have it her own way. One example is illustrated in my novel, . You may not agree with everything in it, but at least, if you like music, you’ll enjoy the story.
May 14, 2013
Once I publish the Pluto Effect, I shall have to get down to Book Three of my Aquarius Trilogy. And Book Three is entitled Of Gods and Men. For the last few months I have been writing a blog that seemed centered on the same subject. Now, finally, I know why my subconscious has pushed me in that direction. Obviously my inner self wants me to write that novel. The subject is already well researched—it began with my historical novel . Now I am getting down to the nitty-gritty.
Zodiac is credited with illustrating diametric changes in human history. Such happen every 2150 years or so. At present, we are just beginning to feel the consequences of the Pluto Effect (book two of my Aquarius Trilogy), which describes the cleansing process that precedes every New Age. Book One, you must have read already.
Various religions, which claim to follow the Judeo/Christian tradition, confess to believe in one god. Yet Lao Tzu tells us in Tao Te Ching that:
The Tao is… older than God.
Of course, Lao was too old to be a Christian. On the other hand, the Palmist’s also assures us that: Ye are gods… (82:6), ye, meaning you and me, or at least, “…unto whom the word of god came.” Had King David also been wrong? I am sure that there are very few gods amongst us. On the other hand, we seem to succumb to our need of affirming our masculinity by procreating regardless how overpopulated the world already is. Perhaps we just don’t care, or, more likely—just don’t think? We all have a magnificent brain. It’s just that the vast majority of us refuse to use it. Some do, most don’t. Not because they can’t, only because they don’t want to. Freewill, remember? After all, many are called but only few, very few, are chosen.
My future novel Of Gods and Men will set the record straight. And King David inspired me to use the word gods, plural, as in more than one. You’ll see. You might not agree with the premise, but at least, I will not claim that my novel is “the word of god.” Just my own view of the immediate future of mankind.
And if you want to check the facts, you might get my . It will set the record straight on many, many, other ‘unintentional’ errors. Perhaps the ‘errors’ make it easier to scare and to control the masses. The many that were called.
May 17, 2013
The long Climb
People fall into three basic categories: those who like things, those who like people, and those who like ideas. You decide in which group you belong.
We start by liking things.
Trinkets, jewelry, hats, wigs, dresses, etc., for women—automobiles, speedboats, motorcycles, guns or bits and pieces of machinery to produce more things etc., for men. Both like stately, impressive, homes, and martinis served at six. All who are motivated by accumulating money are in this group. At the highest level of this group would be the collectors of works of art of living artists—they would be the enablers of the third group. Alas usually, they only buy names, not works of art. They have no discernment. Their interest lies in keeping up with the Joneses, or, preferably, in showing them who is richer. They aspire to impress their neighbours with things.
The second group manifests their liking for people.
This group might include doctors, teachers, perhaps priests, even politicians and policemen (before power corrupts them), and anyone who is motivated by the desire to improve the lot of people they rub shoulders with. They don’t produce anything new but apply and help others to apply that which is already known to improve peoples’ lives. Needless to say not all people in mentioned professions are in this group. Many doctors/politicians and others do their jobs (badly) just for the money, for the forthcoming pensions, or other selfish reasons (they are still in the “love of things” group. In the USA alone there are said to be 150,000 medical misdiagnoses each year leading to death or debilitating conditions. Nevertheless, people who love people stand much higher on the evolutionary scale than those who merely love things.
Finally we come to those who are motivated by ideas. The byproduct of their efforts benefits not just a few, but, hopefully, it enriches humanity as a whole. They bring out ideas from the unconscious to the conscious. This group includes all creative people: artists, scientists, writers, poets, musicians, often inventors, and people in any other fields whose efforts might benefit great many, and not just a few. They are the people who convert the wheel of life into an ever-rising spiral. Once again, there are ‘artists’ who desire just money. They are also the ‘things’ people.
There is another consequence characterizing these groups. Things have the shortest shelf-life. People, and the emotions we bestow upon them last longer. Yet only ideas are virtually immortal. They become the property of all humanity, they enhance our present by giving it the foretaste of immortality.
We all advance through all three groups. We cannot appreciate one without having experienced the other. As for immortality, Thomas of the Nag Hammadi Library offered us a hint. I translated its symbolic form into plain English. I called it . It might surprise you.
PS. While I’d never say no to a good vodka-martini around six, lately I gravitate towards Scotch. I think it is a great idea!
May 20, 2013
Empowerment of the Individual
One can but wonder why people are surprised. What we see happening in the world has been foreseen, one might say foretold—though this word has religious overtones and what I am about to share with you has nothing to do with any religion.
It’s back to the old story of Zodiac. Each Zodiacal Age of about 2160 years is intended to serve as an opportunity for us to learn a new lesson. This has nothing to do with astrology either. It is a protracted study of patterns, which people had observed over many thousands of years. It is neither religious nor mumbo-jumbo of gazing into the stars, but simply powers of observation of things that we do not dismiss just because we don’t like them, or we find them difficult to accept.
Yet, as Dr. Phil has so often affirmed, “past behaviour is the best indication of future behaviour”.
It’s a simple as that.
The ancient prophets reached back into their subconscious memories, and observing events contemporary to their times projected past experiences into the future. We all can do it, if we put enough effort into it. In fact we all are doing it, only on a much smaller scale.
During the Age of Ram (Aries), we were supposed to have taken charge of our thoughts. We now know that “thoughts are things” which formulate our future. Thus by controlling our thoughts, we control our futures.
During the Age of Fish (Pisces), which will technically end ca. 150 years from now, (although I tend to place its waning around the beginning of the industrial revolution), we have been intended to learn the interrelationship of all life, sometimes interpreted to mean as “loving one another”.
Had we paid heed to the past lessons, today would have turned out quite differently.
Because the Age of Aquarius deals with the empowerment of the individual. People who in the past had been subjected to enforced obedience and servility will no longer tolerate such conditions. They will now be empowered “to do unto others as has been done unto them” for many, many years. Karmic debt? Furthermore, at the onset of each new Age there is a cleansing process, a cleaning up of our mindset, our consciousness, which often results in quite drastic consequences. Yet we all know, by now, that one cannot “pour new wine into old skins”, or to put it in modern language, we cannot absorb new ideas, new states of consciousness, without making room for them in our minds. We cannot serve two divergent ideologies. The cleansing process can be quite painful.
My novel takes place during the final years of the Age of Pisces. My next novel, about to be published, the Pluto Effect, will attempt to define the implications of the transient period leading to the Age of Aquarius. Book Three of the Aquarius Trilogy is yet to come. Enjoy!
May 23, 2013
The Process of Transformation
Spirit and Matter
We tend to regard spirit as something ethereal, leaning on the religious, to be revered, worshiped on bended knee. It is all of these, but it is also synonymous with breath, ergo with life, and thus with that which precedes all physical manifestations. But most of all, it is an intangible, perfect idea which can only be experienced in a manifested form.
Hence, “the word (logos, idea) was made man”.
Physically spirit, by its very definition, does not exist any more than an idea that has not been translated into ‘something’. That has not been ‘manifested’. Until spirit, the intangible perfect idea, is translated into a physical, or at least mental (as in philosophy) or emotional (as in music) form it remains static. It is not part of the ever-changing reality of becoming. It is not alive.
No two people regard our reality in an identical way. No two people hear Mozart’s Requiem in an identical way. Only the idea behind both remains perfect. We… dilute it with our limitations.
Idea is the potential waiting to be discovered and manifested. And that is why I am so interested in Human Potential. When an ancient Psalmist averred that “We are gods”, he meant that our potential is infinite; endless, immortal, not limited by time of space, but capable of manifesting the infinite in a finite form.
Hence, whatever is physical, being finite remains ever imperfect. Only the original idea was and remains perfect. If we could conceive of the human body as an idea, no sickness would invade us. This is of what the so-called faith healing idea is based on. Assuming it could exist, this is how it would manifest itself. And if it doesn’t exist as yet in our reality, than it is still within our potential to manifest it.
We are gods, remember?
And scriptures cannot be broken… assuming we understand them, of course.
That is why fundamentalists, or even brilliant biologists/ethologists such as R. Dawkins, who remain painfully unaware of symbolism, do so much more harm than good. No scriptures I ever read had anything to do with any religion. They all deal with accumulated knowledge of the ancients attempting to understand the reality in which we have our becoming.
Unfortunately members of sacerdotal societies twisted this knowledge and used it to control people’s minds and emotions. As do all ignorant people on both sides of the religious or scientific equation.
I tried to expose some of the misinterpretations in my book . I am hardly qualified to give you infallible answers, but the idea that lives within me demands that, at the very least, I share with you the truths that I became aware of. Let me know what you think.
May 26, 2013
The Creators and the Created
Some years ago, I’d written some of essays on creativity. If interested, you’ll find them in and my other BR collections. And in the same way that Einstein had advanced geometry beyond Euclid without denying the veracity of his predecessor’s conclusions, I hope that I, in my minuscule way, have advanced beyond my early assertions not by denying them, but by building on them.
You be the judge.
There is one fundamental difference. My new a priori is that everything already exists in its potential form. As such, our participation in the creative process has been drastically revised. We do not make up new ideas. They already exist within our unconscious, within the unconscious of the universe, if you prefer.
The two are one.
What we do is to bring them out from the unconscious into the conscious reality. From the invisible, intangible, to the palpable, physical reality.
The question is how!
We are given a hint from Johan Sebastian Bach. The great composer had many children. Being a nice guy, he wanted to feed them and this entailed giving an inordinate number of concerts. On one occasion, an admirer had asked how he managed to put so much emotion into his music.
“Easy,” the master replied. “You need only three things: technique, technique and technique…”
“But, Sir,” interrupted the admirer. “Your music so filled with emotion…”
“…and then you forget the technique and just play from your heart.”
The point Bach made is quite elementary. If we want to partake in the creative process of the universe, we must work, work and then work some more. Only then we might be among the chosen few… because, unbeknownst to many, it is we who do the choosing. We become worthy of becoming co-creators of the universe.
And when we realize that, when we fully realize that we are an integral part of the universal creative process, we are given a chance to bask in the glory of the process itself. Because it is never the things that ‘we’ create that matter. It is always the process itself. Sometimes the process is also called life. Or becoming. Or full awareness that the universe and the process and we are all one.
We must never forget that whatever we create it transient. When we identify with the eternal process itself, we become immortal.
May 29, 2013
Which came first, the Chicken or the Egg
Recently a new Psychiatric Manual came out, called DSM, which stands for the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. No wonder they abbreviated it. Yet, even so, the manual misses the point. It fails to tackle the eternal question of the chicken and the egg.
Perhaps we can ask the chicken when it gets to the other side of the street.
The question remains, however, which came first: the mind or the brain. Is the mind a byproduct of the brain, or the other way around? Unless we can answer this question we ought to be very careful in our attempts to alter the chemical balance of the brain, which it took nature a few million years to develop. Unless we’re sure that nature has no idea what she’s doing, that we can do better, then the old adage should hold: “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it”, or… we might make it a lot worse.
Yes, there are exceptions when psychiatry can help. There are always exceptions. But in Canada, during the last 5 years, the use of psychotherapeutic drugs has increased by 27.7%. Have 27.7% of Canadians gone crazy in the last five years? Or, perhaps, the psychiatrists suffer from normal brains. Normal means average, middling, ordinary…
We are all different.
Flooding the human brain with psychotherapeutic drugs is like trying to repair a car when the driver makes mistakes. If we diagnose mechanical malfunctions in the car, shouldn’t we repair it before drugging the driver…
Hence the Eternal Question, which came first, the mind or the brain.
Neuroscience assures us that, for the most part, ‘normal’ brains do not vary that much. If so, then why can’t I compose as Mozart did? Or write like Shakespeare? Or come up with the Quantum Theory?
Because their cars, I mean brains, had a different driver. The driver is the mind, the brain is the means through which it manifests itself.
It is the old story. The vast majority of medical profession, and that includes psychiatry, treats the symptoms, not the causes of malfunctions. Until that changes, we shall continue to tread the wheel of Awagawan, to walk in circles, without advancing on the evolutionary scale. The only benefit will continue to be derived by psychochemical concerns that will continue to make billions out of our ignorance.
Ancient religions made a feeble attempt to point us in the right directions. The Torah states that god created men than then… only later, gave us skins. It doesn’t take much intelligence to figure out that we existed before we entered physical constructs, our physical bodies, to continue on our evolutionary trek. My attempts to unveil at least some of the truth lost in antiquity. Until we rediscover it most of us will not evolve, but continue to devolve until we revert to a primitive state. Then, perhaps, we shall start again. Perhaps we shall understand better the next time.
In VICIOUS CIRCLE Volume Three,
we shall share with you
HUMAN POTENTIAL SERIES
ever hoping to advance our search for
Global System of Secular Ethics
The purpose of my blogs is not to sell my books, but for the books to encourage people to read my blogs. My books, like essays, are both, the result of ideas discussed in my blogs, as well as progenitors or forerunners of ideas that are then discussed in my blogs. The two, fiction and non-fiction correspond to Being and Becoming. Essentially, they deal with Human Potential and endeavour to stimulate human thought towards Secular Ethics. Each volume covers approx. one year, and results with between 52 and 80 blogs. The blogs are based on the premise that fundamentalism in both, science and religion tends to set people apart, while faith brings us together. I hope my efforts will encourage the reader to take part in the discussions.