I've been thinking on this for a long time now. And contrary to what may seem obvious to most that to unify means to group I am have come to the conclusion that in fact the opposite is true. Here's why...
Most people are happy to think of the world in terms of us and them. Constantly searching the world for acknowledgement of their perceived reality in which we belong to a group of "us'es" and they belong to the enemy group called 'them'.
In the world of such people you can always blame 'them' for everything that is wrong thus giving 'us' the right to hate 'them' and to do what ever necessary to protect 'us' from 'them'. Wars are fought on this basis and it doesn't really matter what the fundamental believes are it's in effect the 'us' and 'them' principle that causes the fractions who war against eachother. It is not relevant what the cause for this fighting is in the end what matters is 'us' and 'them'.
There is also another type of person who although they also assemble their perception of the world on an 'us' and 'them' basis try to make this into an inclusion by saying things like 'we' love 'them'. 'They' love 'us' etc. Although this group of people believe that their world is different from the 'us' and 'them' that cause wars in effect it is still the same belief. It is the belief that we are some how separate entities that can be grouped in to general groups of actions, behaviours etc based on a certain set of pre-determined factors.
The truth is that there is no 'us' and 'them' it is all an illusion. The terms us and them are useful for making generalised statements of any number of people who by choice or other factors belong to a group of similar people. It is not the usage of the terms us and them that is the problem. The problem starts when we forget that they are just words not reality as such. In reality there is no such thing as us and them....there exists only individuals. And these individuals do things based on their individual choices Therefore when we are done an injustice we should think of it in terms of the individual as supposed to the imaginary group that we've placed them into. The same goes for any good deeds that are done. It was the individual who did the deed not the perceived us/them group. Even if a number of people work together to achieve a task it is still the individual within that group who make it happen. Not the 'group' per se.
I hope you see where I am getting with this.... the first step in opening ones mind up to inclusion is to undo the false perceiption that us and them represents reality and instead realise that to recognise unity for what it really is we need to first recognise the individual for what it really is. One entity just like me who makes choices based on it's perception of reality.
So just for today - don't make snap judgements about the people around you based on the us/them principle. Instead recognise the groups that you place people in and then undo these by looking at a group one individual at a time and notice the differences in each person with in that preceived group. Is your perception of the group really relevant on an individul basis? Does this person really fit neatly into the group that you've placed them in or not?
Once you recognise the groupings that you make and take a closer look at the individuals you place within that group. Recognise that most will not fit neatly into your definition of that group and that that group is only an illusion.
Saturday, 5 June 2010
Monday, 31 May 2010
Love IS
it is in the little things that we do. Love doesn't have to be difficult or expressed in a particular way....it just IS - the foundation of every new day that dawns....and every sun that sets. It is the force that eggs us on to seek new horizons or to stay and explore the ones we already know. It is there on the face of every being ebbing and flowing to the rythm of our lives. Often we don't take notice of the love that simmers under the surface of every ordinary day. But it is there transforming and creating within your life. And some times it stops it's activity and just IS....and it blows your mind way. The split second realisation that love is inside of you and all around you. It is in the last spec of light making it's way up the facade of that house across the road. It is in the air that enters and exists your system as you inhale and exhale. It is on the face of your children as they look upon you the center of their world. It is in the chair that you sit on, the road that you walk and all your devices. It is in all that you feel and all that you experience. It is you. You are Love together with the rest of creation.
And when you stop and come to the realisation that all is because of love then there is only one way forward and that is in love. And that is where you find me. In love with the life that happens all around me all the time. No matter the struggle I may face I face it in love and that struggle is my lover showing me how to be better, stronger wiser in my love. Raising me one telling me to show what I got and give more on top. Challenging me to prove to my self that I am love, in love and of love. And in the end all is well. For love is and I am and we are the union, the creation and life all in one. And I smile in the presence of the love that IS my light.....
And when you stop and come to the realisation that all is because of love then there is only one way forward and that is in love. And that is where you find me. In love with the life that happens all around me all the time. No matter the struggle I may face I face it in love and that struggle is my lover showing me how to be better, stronger wiser in my love. Raising me one telling me to show what I got and give more on top. Challenging me to prove to my self that I am love, in love and of love. And in the end all is well. For love is and I am and we are the union, the creation and life all in one. And I smile in the presence of the love that IS my light.....
Sunday, 30 May 2010
The coming changes are here for those who are prepared.... for those who are not now is the time to prepare.
An introduction....pt.5
>>read pt 1-5 in sequence for the whole story <<
somewhere between 1998 and 2000.
I am sleeping over at my ex boyfriends house. He's got a tall bed. A voice is talking to me from beside the bed. But wait a minute I am 6 feet in the air how can anyone be standing beside me talking right into my ear? I try to question the voice. It says. 'You can do it now'. I get frustrated and try to speak. It then moves into my ear adn says' I can speak to you from in here'. It move away again adn says 'or from here'. I get very angry try to ask it who it is what is it talking about. I break out of paralysis and the voice is gone. No one there....I notice that there are some scratch marks in his ceiling but only a few and only in the parts right above where i used to sleep. (Hmm?)
I am in my room. I'm singing, practising some high notes. A massive flash goes of right next to me. No sound just a bright flashing light about the sixze of a large medicineball. I turn and there's nothing. Sometimes when I do singing practise I can hear what appears to be a higher harmony behind to my voice.
I am asleep on my bed listening to some music. I my dream i am part of the band that's playing the song I was listening to. I go vivid. All of a sudden I'm running through this dark corridor off stage. I start to think about scooby doo for some reason. I'm running but I'm a little amused. I end up in my bedroom. Something is coming toward me from the corridor ahead of me. I am lying on the bed. I'm holding onto my pillow. something cold with what appears to be claws are holding onto my neck and it's trying to penetrate my bum. Something sharp and cold is trying to penetrate me from behind. i panic. I hold on to my pillow as hard as I can when I realise. It is not my pillow but myself i'm holding onto. And what ever it is that's holding onto me is holding on to my spirit not my body. I fight it as hard as I can. I wake up in my bed the song still playing....
Side note: I don't fall asleep to music anymore after that.
Same time period:
I hurt my back and am lying in bed. It's afternoon and I'm trying to sleep. I've been given some strong painkillers to relieve my muscle spasm. I fall asleep and have an experience where I wake up several times in my dream. I sense danger in my real life so I try desperately to wake up but eachtime I wake in my 'dream' or astral still not sure which. Finally I wake up after several attempts. A little freaked out.
between 2000 and 2006
I am standing in my bedroom. My boyfriend is sitting on my bed about 1/2 a metre to my side. On my other sida a black torso of a man appears and walk right by me. I jump to the side of my bed. Shaking. I wasn't expecting that.
Another house about 3 months later. I'm sitting on the bed. it's afternoon. A dark torso walks right by infront of me. I hardly react. just watch it as it dissapears infront of my eyes. I'm not scared.
Another house. In the morning between 4 and 6 a.m. for 4-5 days in sequence.
Day 1. Something is pulling my covers off the bed onto the floor. I fight against sleep paralysis and wake up.
Day 2. Something is pulling my covers off the bed onto the floor. I fight against sleep paralysis and wake up. Make a mental note that this has happenend two days in a row.
Day 3. I'm in sleep paralysis. I'm lying on my side. Infront of me in the middle of the room appears what looks like a hanging sheet made of TV black and white buzzing screen. The one that used to show when there where no program on. A voice appears from undeteminate direction saying: Do you wnat to know everything? I will tell you the truth about everything. I start to feel like someone is drawing me toward the screen. At the same time a 3D image appears at the center of the screen of what looks like the face of turin. I feel more and more like i am losing grip of my astral body that is being pulled out. I fight it without panic and finally snap out of it and wake up.
Day4. I'm about to fall aslepp when i turn rappidly in my bed. I realise i've turned astrally when a red velvet book apears to be hovering in the middle of the room next to the bed and infront of my face. It's just hangning there. it has got gold braces and a golden seal. It's a very large book. I feel i am being willed to open it but again i fight it as something doesn't feel right. i am not afraid just feel like I am being tempted to do something i really shouldn't. I wake up.
Day 5. I find myslef on the floor next to my bed. i'm in paralysis but this feels different. i feel like I'm wrapped up in my sheets. Like a sausage in a roll. I can see myself on the bed. I tall dark figure without any real facial features but with skin that looks like torn paper with lavalike red7orange light shining through the lack paper tears is standing over me. It doesn't seem concerned with me on the floor but more concerned with my body on the bed. it moved forward and stands directly in my 'astral 'chest. All i can think is Oh my god this is finally it. I'm not getting out of this....When suddenly something appears to be lifting me by the 'fabric' of what's holding me. I'm carried to an upright possition over the bed and directly at ayalevel with this thing. It feels like a giant hand is hiolding me. Now i really think this is the end as I am face to faca or face to void with this being. Then I am slowly moved backeard and placed back in my body. I wake up. Vare chaken and confused. What just happened?
In the same house. Afternoon around 2-3 ish. The sound of a million buzzing bees. I'm in paralysis a voice asks. Do you mind if I ASP you? The buzzing moves closer until my whole bidy i shaking. I am looking down but decide not to be afraid and actually look up to see what I can see. I am going with the feeling. I look up and see a standard 'Grey' alien face hover over the bed in what appears to be a rip in the space fabric of my room. I laught to myself as i thing. Oh come on! I don't even believe in Aliens. But that's soo obvious! At that moent I snap out of it. Bemused by the experience.
This will have to do for now. I hope you've enjoyed reading about some of my key experiences that may or may in the end not have brought me to this search. I have had many more things happen to me but these are some of the key events that've left me wondering and forced me to continue to explore and stretch my believes on the possibilities and wonders of this reality.And ultimately makes me who I am on this plane today!
Love and light
I am sleeping over at my ex boyfriends house. He's got a tall bed. A voice is talking to me from beside the bed. But wait a minute I am 6 feet in the air how can anyone be standing beside me talking right into my ear? I try to question the voice. It says. 'You can do it now'. I get frustrated and try to speak. It then moves into my ear adn says' I can speak to you from in here'. It move away again adn says 'or from here'. I get very angry try to ask it who it is what is it talking about. I break out of paralysis and the voice is gone. No one there....I notice that there are some scratch marks in his ceiling but only a few and only in the parts right above where i used to sleep. (Hmm?)
I am in my room. I'm singing, practising some high notes. A massive flash goes of right next to me. No sound just a bright flashing light about the sixze of a large medicineball. I turn and there's nothing. Sometimes when I do singing practise I can hear what appears to be a higher harmony behind to my voice.
I am asleep on my bed listening to some music. I my dream i am part of the band that's playing the song I was listening to. I go vivid. All of a sudden I'm running through this dark corridor off stage. I start to think about scooby doo for some reason. I'm running but I'm a little amused. I end up in my bedroom. Something is coming toward me from the corridor ahead of me. I am lying on the bed. I'm holding onto my pillow. something cold with what appears to be claws are holding onto my neck and it's trying to penetrate my bum. Something sharp and cold is trying to penetrate me from behind. i panic. I hold on to my pillow as hard as I can when I realise. It is not my pillow but myself i'm holding onto. And what ever it is that's holding onto me is holding on to my spirit not my body. I fight it as hard as I can. I wake up in my bed the song still playing....
Side note: I don't fall asleep to music anymore after that.
Same time period:
I hurt my back and am lying in bed. It's afternoon and I'm trying to sleep. I've been given some strong painkillers to relieve my muscle spasm. I fall asleep and have an experience where I wake up several times in my dream. I sense danger in my real life so I try desperately to wake up but eachtime I wake in my 'dream' or astral still not sure which. Finally I wake up after several attempts. A little freaked out.
between 2000 and 2006
I am standing in my bedroom. My boyfriend is sitting on my bed about 1/2 a metre to my side. On my other sida a black torso of a man appears and walk right by me. I jump to the side of my bed. Shaking. I wasn't expecting that.
Another house about 3 months later. I'm sitting on the bed. it's afternoon. A dark torso walks right by infront of me. I hardly react. just watch it as it dissapears infront of my eyes. I'm not scared.
Another house. In the morning between 4 and 6 a.m. for 4-5 days in sequence.
Day 1. Something is pulling my covers off the bed onto the floor. I fight against sleep paralysis and wake up.
Day 2. Something is pulling my covers off the bed onto the floor. I fight against sleep paralysis and wake up. Make a mental note that this has happenend two days in a row.
Day 3. I'm in sleep paralysis. I'm lying on my side. Infront of me in the middle of the room appears what looks like a hanging sheet made of TV black and white buzzing screen. The one that used to show when there where no program on. A voice appears from undeteminate direction saying: Do you wnat to know everything? I will tell you the truth about everything. I start to feel like someone is drawing me toward the screen. At the same time a 3D image appears at the center of the screen of what looks like the face of turin. I feel more and more like i am losing grip of my astral body that is being pulled out. I fight it without panic and finally snap out of it and wake up.
Day4. I'm about to fall aslepp when i turn rappidly in my bed. I realise i've turned astrally when a red velvet book apears to be hovering in the middle of the room next to the bed and infront of my face. It's just hangning there. it has got gold braces and a golden seal. It's a very large book. I feel i am being willed to open it but again i fight it as something doesn't feel right. i am not afraid just feel like I am being tempted to do something i really shouldn't. I wake up.
Day 5. I find myslef on the floor next to my bed. i'm in paralysis but this feels different. i feel like I'm wrapped up in my sheets. Like a sausage in a roll. I can see myself on the bed. I tall dark figure without any real facial features but with skin that looks like torn paper with lavalike red7orange light shining through the lack paper tears is standing over me. It doesn't seem concerned with me on the floor but more concerned with my body on the bed. it moved forward and stands directly in my 'astral 'chest. All i can think is Oh my god this is finally it. I'm not getting out of this....When suddenly something appears to be lifting me by the 'fabric' of what's holding me. I'm carried to an upright possition over the bed and directly at ayalevel with this thing. It feels like a giant hand is hiolding me. Now i really think this is the end as I am face to faca or face to void with this being. Then I am slowly moved backeard and placed back in my body. I wake up. Vare chaken and confused. What just happened?
In the same house. Afternoon around 2-3 ish. The sound of a million buzzing bees. I'm in paralysis a voice asks. Do you mind if I ASP you? The buzzing moves closer until my whole bidy i shaking. I am looking down but decide not to be afraid and actually look up to see what I can see. I am going with the feeling. I look up and see a standard 'Grey' alien face hover over the bed in what appears to be a rip in the space fabric of my room. I laught to myself as i thing. Oh come on! I don't even believe in Aliens. But that's soo obvious! At that moent I snap out of it. Bemused by the experience.
This will have to do for now. I hope you've enjoyed reading about some of my key experiences that may or may in the end not have brought me to this search. I have had many more things happen to me but these are some of the key events that've left me wondering and forced me to continue to explore and stretch my believes on the possibilities and wonders of this reality.And ultimately makes me who I am on this plane today!
Love and light
An introduction....pt.4
>>read pt 1-5 in sequence for the whole story <<
He starts to become very strange with me. Telling me i am very powerful. He's telling me that he can teach me things, like levitation, telekinesis and such. He asks me to come with him to be his aprentice. He promises me great secrets and power if i just come with him. I am creeped out. I don't like the feeling I get from him. Seems like he needs me more than I ever would. Seems like he wants to use what ever powers he think I have. I don't feel that he can teach me anything at all. Seems like he is drawing energy from me. I start to feel confused. I've asked him not to talk about my future...he does tell me acouple of things. Some of them are still coming true to this day...He gives me some warnings...Blank...blurry..not sure how but we're in the street. He's rubbing himself against me...I feel dizzy don't really know what's going on I ask him to stop. He does but says I will tell you many things but i need to be close to you to get the information. I say no that I've got to go home now. I leave he doesn't argue or seem to be interested in holding me back...weirded out and very sick...I wonder what just happened? At least I got away without being seriously hurt. Infact he seemed to be very cautious not to anger me or provoke me....? I don't tell anyone about how weird it got just that he told me a few things about my past and future....
Side note:
Many years later someone told me about psychic vampires....maybe he was one...I don't know for sure....but he was pretty desperate to make use of me and my so called 'powers'. All I know is that I was very drained for many years after that event whether it was related or not I am not sure.....
For a few years after that I start to research alternative history, psychic protection and other out of the ordinary stuff. I read the Bible almost from page to page. (I do not consider myslef a Christian but I am interested in theology) At somepoint I atempted to find a good translation of the Quoran...but i didn't succeed...I guess it wasn't time for that yet....
Many small events and people happened to me that kept me wondering about out of the ordinary experiences. I went to see my first psychic who happened to be an excelletn one. She was able to tell me a few things about the supposed spirits around me. SHe also claimed that I would make an excellent medium...(I still doubt this but anyway) .... I don't really feel that is my calling. I always wanted heal people. I'd volunteer to give someone a massage if they were in pain and somehow i always knew what to do and where the problem was. (It has been like that since I can remember. I started administer massage on my mother as a young kid)....
Back to the story...
Between 1996 and 1998
I live together with some students in a small flat we rented. It's a basement flat. Quite dark and has an uncomfortable feel to it. The backdoor lead to a parkingspace and for some reason the doorway is covered in spiders and their webb. No matter howmuch we try to remove them with water, cleaning liquids and bug spareys they seem to just come back. When we went to see the flat there were some writings on the wall in my room that said. I am going crazy. I don't want to be here and other depressing things. I didn't pay them much attention and when i moved in they'd been painted over. Turns out that about a month into our stay the landlord and the 'agent' dissapears with our deposit. A letter comes that stated that the house is being reposessed and we have 14 days to leave.
That last morning at the flat I feel very drained. As if I've been in a fight all night long. I seem to have a memory of hovering under the ceiling. (Strange) my flatmate who sleeps wall to wall with me tells me that there have been weird noises coming from my room all night. Banging noises and she demonstrated by banging at the wall. It creeps me out. When I do to bring my stuff out of the room I notice what appears to be scratch marks all over the cailing of the room just above the head part of my bed.
I looks as if metal has been scratching the ceiling. Long grey marks. I jump up to try to recreate them with my fingernails and with my rings but the ceiling is too high even standing on my bed....I make a mental note of that.....later on i will be investigating all my ceilings to see if i can find similar marks.....
Side note:
Many years later someone told me about psychic vampires....maybe he was one...I don't know for sure....but he was pretty desperate to make use of me and my so called 'powers'. All I know is that I was very drained for many years after that event whether it was related or not I am not sure.....
For a few years after that I start to research alternative history, psychic protection and other out of the ordinary stuff. I read the Bible almost from page to page. (I do not consider myslef a Christian but I am interested in theology) At somepoint I atempted to find a good translation of the Quoran...but i didn't succeed...I guess it wasn't time for that yet....
Many small events and people happened to me that kept me wondering about out of the ordinary experiences. I went to see my first psychic who happened to be an excelletn one. She was able to tell me a few things about the supposed spirits around me. SHe also claimed that I would make an excellent medium...(I still doubt this but anyway) .... I don't really feel that is my calling. I always wanted heal people. I'd volunteer to give someone a massage if they were in pain and somehow i always knew what to do and where the problem was. (It has been like that since I can remember. I started administer massage on my mother as a young kid)....
Back to the story...
Between 1996 and 1998
I live together with some students in a small flat we rented. It's a basement flat. Quite dark and has an uncomfortable feel to it. The backdoor lead to a parkingspace and for some reason the doorway is covered in spiders and their webb. No matter howmuch we try to remove them with water, cleaning liquids and bug spareys they seem to just come back. When we went to see the flat there were some writings on the wall in my room that said. I am going crazy. I don't want to be here and other depressing things. I didn't pay them much attention and when i moved in they'd been painted over. Turns out that about a month into our stay the landlord and the 'agent' dissapears with our deposit. A letter comes that stated that the house is being reposessed and we have 14 days to leave.
That last morning at the flat I feel very drained. As if I've been in a fight all night long. I seem to have a memory of hovering under the ceiling. (Strange) my flatmate who sleeps wall to wall with me tells me that there have been weird noises coming from my room all night. Banging noises and she demonstrated by banging at the wall. It creeps me out. When I do to bring my stuff out of the room I notice what appears to be scratch marks all over the cailing of the room just above the head part of my bed.
I looks as if metal has been scratching the ceiling. Long grey marks. I jump up to try to recreate them with my fingernails and with my rings but the ceiling is too high even standing on my bed....I make a mental note of that.....later on i will be investigating all my ceilings to see if i can find similar marks.....
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