Arrr! See CONTENTS for links to the 125 chapters of The Monstaville Memoirs plus introductions, conclusions, postscripts and appendices. This treasure trove also includes a collection of articles offering further insights into the themes explored in the trilogy. Namely, managing suffering and conflict (dealing with hostile people if you are nervous, sensitive or shy) and learning not to react
Greeting of love is
shared with you as we recognise and honour you as a magnificent being of light.
We are the Celestial White Beings and we come forth to aid and support your
ascension process at this time. Since the creation of the Earth we have been
with you, lending our energies, support and consciousness. We love the Earth,
souls present and the ascension process deeply, wishing to be of service in any
way that is appropriate and guided by the divine will of the Creator.
Magnificent Beings,
you now exist in the most precious and abundant era upon the Earth, a time of
transformation and deep love experiences, in truth it is as if you are being
embraced so tenderly by the Creator that you are able to truly acknowledge and
accept the loving qualities and truth of the Creator. It is a time for true
understanding, perception and experience of the Creator. So fertile, nourishing
and abundant is this time on the Earth, it is filled with major opportunities
of Creator unity and exploration. In many ways it is as if you have been
seeking the Creator for such a long time but now you have an opportunity to be
present with the Creator experiencing your communication and connection deeply.
It is time to take advantage of this Era of Love you are now moving through
realising it supportively offers to you all you wish to experience as a
spiritual being and even all you wish to imagine a spiritual being to be and
beyond. In truth the limitations of the old era are falling away; there is less
to limit you because you believe less in the power of limitations. Magnificent
Beings, it is time to explore within your being, wondering, knowing and
accepting all that is possible, all the beautiful opportunities for
experiencing the Creator. Let yourself know that there is no longer a limit to
experiencing the Creator upon the Earth and the bountiful energies of the
Creator are present for you to access and embody. There is no limitation to
your experience of the Creator, it is time to let your soul think and create
big because when love is present it is akin to an open gateway allowing all the
blissful vibrations of the Creator to be fully present in abundant union.
We, the Celestial
White Beings, are here to support you in opening your minds and perspectives to
grasp and awaken to the abundant and limitless energy of the Creator that is
now present for you to experience in your Earth realities.
‘Celestial White Beings, I call upon your
loving energy, vibration and consciousness to draw close to me embracing me
deeply with your healing, purifying and awakening energies. I am now ready to
expand my mind, perspectives and understanding to gain a deeper knowingness of
the limitless expression and existence of the Creator so I may see, sense and
acknowledge with greater clarity the limitless opportunities in my realityof experience, ascension, awakening, unity
and love as I embrace and embody the limitless Creator. I am the limitless,
bountiful and creative vibrations of the Creator, experiencing all that is
appropriate flowing through my being and reality.
Celestial White Beings, as you embrace me
deeply, please energise and magnify my experience of the limitless Creator
within my reality and being awakening me more clearly to the multiple
opportunities of expansion available to me now. Thank you.’
Feel our pure white
light embracing you deeply as you breathe the same into every cell of your
being.
The key focus
during the Era of Love is of course love. With dedication and guided by your
inner knowingness you will move through numerous stages and levels of
acceptance of love. The greatest stage is self-love. Many of you have been
focusing upon loving yourself unconditionally and are becoming at peace and in
oneness with yourself and the Creator within. The Era of love encourages you to
explore self-love and experience limitless self-love in every moment of your
day and reality. Forgiveness, letting go, being conscious and opening your
heart encourages a deepening self-love but through the process of self-love you
actually move through all aspects of your being awakening each aspect, until
you recognise yourself as the Creator in unity and oneness with all. When
focusing upon loving yourself it is often that you begin with dissolving pain
and hurt, maybe negative traits of the ego and personality. This may appear as
purification, but through self-love you are accepting your human self and
manifestations as well as your personality. With acceptance that aspect of your
being is aligned to the Creator, therefore existing in harmony with the
Creator. You then continue by loving your spiritual being, soul, soul group and
the Creator through the process of self-love which is also self-recognition.
With each moment of acceptance and unconditional love greater and powerful love
exudes and is experienced. The route and journey of ascension is a journey of
love especially in this era. It is a journey of self-love through which you
recognise all aspects, levels of yourself realising that all are expressions of
the Creator. Your self-love is the key to awakening and recognising the purity
of the Creator within your being; it is your most valuable tool. When you are
confused, hurt, require guidance, drained, unhappy or ill, self-love is the
tool which allows you to see, sense and acknowledge the truth of the Creator
within you while allow you to understand the eternal presence and existence of
the Creator within you.
We wish to assist
you by magnifying your self-love so that it carves a pathway of inspiration to
encourage further self-love, which simply means recognition and experience of
the Creator on all levels of your being.
‘Celestial White Beings, I call upon your loving energy, vibration and consciousness to draw close to me embracing me deeply with your healing, purifying and awakening energies. I now acknowledge and openly share that I love myself unconditionally on all levels and aspects of my being. Celestial White Beings please amplify and magnify my self-love so I may experience unconditional self-love beyond limitations within my being, acknowledging the powerful abundant source of love present within me, readily available to nurture, nourish and share with myself and others. Encourage and support me as I experience all levels and expressions of unconditional self-love, magnify each aspect of myself that I recognise so I may know unity and exist in true harmony with the Creator forever more. Thank you.’
After sharing this invocation with yourself, sit with your hands at your heart chakra and repeat, ‘I love myself unconditionally.’ Then allow yourself to experience the same abundant energy of love within your heart space as you let go of the mantra focusing upon breathing love in and out through your heart chakra.
When you experience your unconditional self-love, let your hands fall down as you imagine, sense or acknowledge us, the Celestial White Beings, surrounding you completely in our light and energy as our pure white light merges as one with your unconditional love. Feel, sense or acknowledge the white light magnifying your love. It becomes so abundant akin to a powerful presence which fills your entire being, expanding beyond boundaries and limitations. Know that this is a healing and awakening process. You may wish to also affirm, ‘My love is magnified.’ It is important to experience the powerful presence of your love, knowing that the love is opening like a key all levels of your being, soul, soul group and the Creator to be washed, awoken and recognised with and as love. With practice you will find yourself to be a fully awakened being with a deep recognition of and unity with the Creator. This after all is the journey of ascension which can be experienced and acknowledged through the journey of unconditional self-love.
Self-love is a
healing and strengthening pathway which we wish to encourage and magnify from
within your being. With the understanding and complete experience of self-love
you will recognise the Era of Love around you, contemplating and manifesting it
for yourself and others to experience. It is the most simple and personal
pathway to the Creator, so allow yourself to experience it fully as we magnify
all loving experiences.
You may wish to ask
us to magnify the love already present on the Earth to strengthen its presence
and power thus supporting humanity and Mother Earth.
We encourage you to
contemplate the power and influence of self-love as you call upon us, the
Celestial White Beings, to surround and support you. We wish to inspire wisdom,
consciousness and understanding from within your soul concerning self-love, its
power and influence upon your being, reality and how it can form as well as
manifest the Era of Love for you and all. There is so much wisdom and knowledge
available concerning self-love waiting to be explored and shared through your
being, we encourage you to take time to connect and be inspired by this
consciousness.
Greetings,
My Beloved Ones. You know the global consciousness of your species is reaching
out with a fervent desire to know more of itself and the universe it resides
within.
Once, in
your recent past, this burning desire for knowing was the province of your
scientists, philosophers and mystics. No longer. Humanity is coming of age and
all peoples, regardless of race, education or social structure are to some
extent touched by this yearning.
In your
Western world, never before have there been such numbers of people, from all walks
of life, caught up in the excitement of metaphysics and the science of unknown
realities. Given your cultural heritage, much of your searching for
"enlightenment" in the realms of unknown realities involves struggle
and rules.
Many of you
have taken what is, for your society, new concepts and wrapped them in the
rules and idea-constructs of your old religions, based on fear and
superstition. Others of you are tapping into fear based stories of aliens and
conspiracies and dire predictions of the fate of your earth and her people.
Some of you
are waiting for the magic pill or potion to get you there, and even somebody
else to do all the hard work for you. Well, all of this is absolutely valid,
and most exciting, however it will not bring you closer to the knowing, the
"enlightenment".
What is
enlightenment? It is simply the realization that who you are in every moment is
a Perfect, Eternal Expression of Creation, separate from no thing and no one,
in this universe or any other.
Well, the
words are easy to say but mean nothing unless you can feel them, own them.
Enlightenment is about Love. Love is another word for God/Goddess, All That Is.
Love is the building block of all life, existence. Love is who you really are.
It is the TRUTH of you. All that is not Love is simply the manifestation of
fear which separates you from Love temporarily. So you may say that Love is
about your heart.
It starts
with how you perceive yourself. As you create your own reality in every moment,
so your reality will reflect back to you your beliefs and ideas about who you
are. When you can honestly examine every facet of who you are, have love and
compassion for the fears that create the temporary separation from the feeling
of wholeness, so you begin the first steps of healing and nurturing yourself.
This is an act of Love by which you demonstrate your awareness that you are
indeed a sacred expression of the Creator Force.
None of this
is about struggle, rules, or discipline. It is simply learning to accept the
truth of you. And where fear intervenes and obscures the truth, be still and
reach inside yourself to the tiny child that resides therein, the child who
believes it is not worthy of love or loving and does not know that it is worthy
of all wondrousness simply because it exists.
Open your
heart and reach for the child that you are with love and compassion. Wrap that
tiny one in Love and see the fear transformed into Light. Only by embracement
can you effect transformation. Only by owning the fear can you embrace it, then
the child whose name was Fear may be transformed and separation vanquished.
As you
become more and more aware of every facet of you, so indeed the reality
reflected back to you will change. We know how hard you all try not to judge
anyone in a negative fashion. However, we say to you, regard those judgments as
a Divine tool by which you know who and how you are in that moment of judgment.
Those judgments tell you there is something in your belief structure which
needs attention, a little fear which needs to be embraced.
When you
look outside yourself, you will see in this new reality that everything in your
world which is discordant is the result of somebody's fear, somebody's
temporary separation from love. Thusly you may show forth from your ever
expanding heart more love and compassion than you dreamed possible. You will
come to realize love, not only for those who are familiar or think the way you
do or are 'safe' to love, but for all who cross your path for you will know
that they are truly you.
Give thanks
each day for the Miracle that you are and the miracles which you and your
species co-create in every moment. Look about you at nature and the glories
therein. You are separate from none of it. It is most beneficial if you allow
yourself a little time each day to be still and connect yourself to nature, to
your universe, to the Unified Field of Consciousness. Any one or all of these
is most harmonious.
Each one of
you is a unique and precious jewel, even those you would judge to be a scourge
to your world. You are not separate. Without any one of you the fabric of your
universe would not be the same.
Each one of
you has a unique and wondrous tone which is an internal part of the music of
the spheres. Each one has elected to come to this plane for this grand and
wondrous adventure called Human Life and you have chosen thusly time after time
for millennia after millennia.
In this time
frame you have made the choice for a specific mission: to come to know who you
truly are; to be Human realized in the fullest potential, realized in LOVE.
Beloved
Ones, there is no end to Love. As you come more and more into this reality of
Love, as your heart becomes more and more open, as you come more and more into
the knowing that you truly are a Perfect, Eternal Expression of Creation, the
natural result is the expansion of consciousness into that state you refer to
as Enlightenment. It is simply a state of beingness.
When you stand heart-to-heart with ones who were
previously unlovable and gaze into their eyes, you will know that you are
looking into the eyes of God/Goddess, reflecting back to you the truth of who
you really are. The Multiverses will sing in jubilation and your brothers and
sisters of all the dimensions and civilizations beyond this world will join the
celebration, for you will have finished this glorious game and be ready to go
on to new adventures and journeys of the heart, of love.
(from a long letter to David Goldstein, LL.D. dated 10 October 1954, which appeared in a pamphlet Facts Are Facts)
The Khazars of Eastern Europe, who originated in Mongolia, converted to Talmudism which had previously been called Pharisaism and was later known as Judaism because they had been conquered by Islam and had to remain neutral in order to not be accused by their enemies, the Christians and Muslims, of taking sides. The Talmud, which originated in black magic Babylon, provided a convenient cover and justification for the sinister practices of these blood-sacrificing savages. It told them that they are superior and should look down on everyone else, the goyim, or 'cattle,' and ‘lie
and perjure to condemn a Christian,’ and ‘show no mercy to Christians.’ They hate their enemies and have been at war with Christians and Muslims for centuries but, since these 'Zionists,' or 'Jewish Supremacists' (we're not talking about liberal Jews here who are also Ashkenazi descendants of the Khazars) are Satanists (meaning they place themselves above/deny God), they have taken most of the world's wealth with the help of demonic forces and hide in the shadows to control humanity without our knowing. They also keep us in the dark through the media and mess us up in a variety of ways through pharmaceutical drugs, processed foods and keeping us dependent on fossil fuels and limited forms of technology. However, their arrogant superiority complex is their undoing and they are now on their way out as thankfully a regime change is coming and a new global system supported by the universe, the realms of Light. So let's forgive these people and look forward to a fairer world and the new golden age.
Talmud: Chagigah, 15b A Jew is considered good in spite of sins he
commits.
“In the year 986 A.D. the ruler of Russia, Vladimir III,
became a convert to the Christian faith in order to marry a Catholic Slavonic
princess of a neighboring sovereign state. The marriage was otherwise
impossible. Vladimir III thereupon also made his newly-acquired Christian faith
the state religion of Russia replacing the pagan worship formerly practiced in
Russia since it was founded in 820 A.D. Vladimir III and his successors as the
rulers of Russia attempted in vain to convert his so-called or self-styled ‘Jews,’
now Russian subjects, to Russia's Christian state religion and to adopt the
customs and culture of the numerically predominant Russian Christian
population. The so-called or self-styled ‘Jews’ in Russia refused and resisted
this plan vigorously. They refused to adopt the Russian alphabet in place of
the Hebrew characters used in writing their ‘Yiddish’ language. They resisted
the substitution of the Russian language for ‘Yiddish’ as their mother-tongue.
They opposed every attempt to bring about the complete assimilation of the
former sovereign Khazar nation into the Russian nation. They resisted with
every means at their disposal. The many forms of tension which resulted
produced situations described by history as ‘massacres,’ ‘pogroms,’ ‘persecution,’
discrimination, etc.
In Russia at that period of history it was the custom as in
other Christian countries in Europe at that time to take an oath, vow or pledge
of loyalty to the rulers, the nobles, the feudal landholders and others in the
name of Jesus Christ. It was after the conquest of the Khazars by the Russians
that the wording of the 'Kol Nidre' (All Vows) prayer
was altered. The new altered version of the ‘Kol Nidre’ (All Vows) prayer is
referred to in the Talmud as ‘the law of revocation in advance.’ The ‘Kol Nidre’
(All Vows) prayer was regarded as a ‘law.’ The effect of this ‘LAW OF
REVOCATION IN ADVANCE’ obtained for all who recited it each year on the eve of
the Day of Atonement divine dispensation from all obligations acquired under ‘oaths,
vows and pledges’ to be made or taken in the COMING YEAR. The recital of the ‘Kol
Nidre’ (All Vows) prayer on the eve of the Day of Atonement released those
so-called or self-styled ‘Jews’ from any obligation under ‘oaths, vows or
pledges’ entered into during the NEXT TWELVE MONTHS. The ‘oaths, vows and
pledges’ made or taken by so-called or self-styled ‘Jews’ were made or taken ‘with
tongue in cheek’ for twelve months.
The altered version of the ‘Kol Nidre’ (All Vows) prayer
created serious difficulties for the so-called or self-styled ‘Jews’ when its
wording became public property. It apparently did not remain a secret very
long, although the Talmud states ‘the law of revocation in advance was not made
public.’ The altered version of the ‘Kol Nidre’ (All Vows) prayer soon became
known as the ‘Jews Vow’ and cast serious doubt upon ‘oaths, vows or pledges’
given to Christians by so-called or self-styled ‘Jews.’ Christians soon
believed that ‘oaths, vows or pledges’ were quite worthless when given by
so-called or self-styled ‘Jews.’ This was the basis for so-called ‘discrimination’
by governments, nobles, feudal landholders, and others who required oaths of
allegiance and loyalty from those who entered their service.’
……………
The word ‘anti-Semitism’ is another word which should be
eliminated from the English language. ‘Anti-Semitism’ serves only one purpose
today. It is used as a ‘smear word.’ When so-called or self-styled ‘Jews’ feel
that anyone opposes any of their objectives they discredit their victims by
applying the word ‘anti-Semite’ or ‘anti-Semitic’ through all the channels they
have at their command and under their control. I can speak with great authority
on that subject. Because so-called or self-styled ‘Jews’ were unable to
disprove my public statements in 1946 with regard to the situation in
Palestine, they spent millions of dollars to ‘smear’ me as an ‘anti-Semite’
hoping thereby to discredit me in the eyes of the public who were very much
interested in what I had to say. Until 1946 I was a ‘little saint’ to all
so-called or self-styled ‘Jews.’ When I disagreed with them publicly on the
Zionist intentions in Palestine I became suddenly ‘Anti-Semite No. 1.’
It is disgraceful to watch the Christian clergy take up the
use of the word ‘anti-Semitism.’ They should know
better. They know that ‘anti-Semitism’ is a meaningless word in the sense it is
used today. They know the correct word is ‘Judaeophobe.’ ‘Anti-Semite’ was
developed into the ‘smear-word’ it is today because ‘Semite’ is associated with
Jesus in the minds of Christians. Christians are accessories in the destruction
of the Christian faith by tolerating the use of the smear-word ‘anti-Semitic’
to silence by the most intolerant forms of persecution employing that smear
word Christians who oppose the evil conspirators.”
Since becoming a public figure, DMX's multiple arrests have been for offenses including: animal cruelty, reckless driving, unlicensed driving, drug possession, and identity falsification.
1998–99
DMX was tried for rape and sodomy, sexual abuse, and unlawful imprisonment. The case was dismissed when the DNA evidence did not match his own DNA.DMX joined rappers Jay-Z, Method Man, and Redman for Jay-Z's 1999 Hard Knock Life tour, during which he was arrested for charges of a stabbing at a tour stop in Boston, Massachusetts; he was cleared of the charge (and another assault charge during the same year in his hometown of Yonkers). DMX and his wife were arrested in 1999 after his uncle (and then manager) was accidentally shot at a hotel in New Jersey, charged with animal cruelty and possession of crack cocaine and weapons. DMX successfully plea-bargained, which reduced his sentence to paying fines, probation, and community service. When officers of the Fort Lee Police Department executed a search of his home in 1999, DMX promptly surrendered himself on weapons possession charges. 2000–05 DMX served a 15-day jail sentence in 2000 for possession of marijuana. Following a concert in Buffalo, New York in March 2000, DMX was arrested from a vehicle on New York State Route 33 in Cheektowaga, New York. He was charged with aggravated unlicensed operation of a motor vehicle, speeding, failure to signal, driving without a license, failure to notify the DMV of an address change, and possession of marijuana. He failed to appear at the subsequent hearing scheduled for March 21 in Cheektowaga, which lead to a warrant for his arrest. He later turned himself in, pled guilty to a reduced charge of driving without a license, and was sentenced to 15 days in jail and fined $400. DMX served another jail sentence in 2001 for driving without a license and possession of marijuana. His appeal to reduce the sentence was denied; rather, he was charged with assault for throwing objects at prison guards. DMX entered rehab to treat his addiction to drugs in 2002. In June 2003, DMX was arrested for using indecent language during a performance at Saint Kitts and Nevis. The country's Information Minister alleged that a contract signed before the concert stipulated the show would be without indecent language on stage. DMX was released on $376 bail. DMX was arrested in June 2004, at the John F. Kennedy International Airport, on charges of cocaine possession, criminal impersonation, criminal possession of a weapon, criminal mischief, menacing, and driving under the influence of drugs or alcohol, while claiming to be a federal agent and attempting to carjack a vehicle. He was given a conditional discharge on December 8, 2004, but pled guilty on October 25, 2005, to violating parole. DMX was sentenced to 70 days in jail on November 18, 2005, for violating parole; the lateness charge added a 10-day extension to the original 60-day sentence. DMX was released early (for "good behavior") on December 30, 2005.
2008–11
DMX pled guilty to charges of drug possession, theft, and animal cruelty, at a hearing on December 30, 2008; he was sentenced to ninety days in jail on January 31, 2009.
On May 22, 2009, DMX entered a plea agreement/change of plea, and pled guilty to attempted aggravated assault.
After serving four out of six months for violating drug probation, DMX was released from jail on July 6, 2010. That day, a television pilot was filmed to portray his road to recovery; however, DMX was arrested three weeks later and the pilot did not evolve into a series.
On July 27, 2010, DMX turned himself in to Los Angeles Metropolitan Court for a reckless driving charge he received in 2002. He was sentenced to serve ninety days in jail.
DMX was arrested in Maricopa County, Arizona on November 19, 2010, on charges of violating his probation by consuming alcohol (at a performance). On December 20, 2010, DMX was moved to the Mental Health Unit of the Arizona State Prison, and released on July 18, 2011.
DMX was arrested on August 24, 2011, for speeding (recorded as 102 mph in a 65 mph zone), reckless driving, and driving with a suspended license. While DMX admitted to speeding, he claims he was driving 85 mph, not 102 mph as charged.
2013
DMX was arrested on February 13, 2013 in Spartanburg, South Carolina for driving without a drivers license. He was arrested again on July 26, 2013 in Greenville County, South Carolina and charged with driving under the influence of alcohol, as well as driving without a license.
DMX was arrested on August 20, 2013 in Greer, South Carolina during a traffic stop after a car he was a passenger in made an improper u-turn. He was arrested due to an outstanding warrant for driving under suspension. Four packages of marijuana were also found in the vehicle, and he along with the driver were cited for them.
DMX was again arrested on November 4, 2013 by the Greenville-Spartanburg International Airport police near Greer, South Carolina after police, who were familiar with his prior arrests, noticed DMX behind the wheel of a vehicle at the terminal. DMX was booked on charges of driving under suspension, having an uninsured vehicle, and not having a licensed vehicle. He was subsequently released after spending three hours in jail.
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
(Don't worry what people say, we got it true)
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
(Enough is enough of this garbage)
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
(Michael jackson):
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody, dog food
Bang bang, shot dead
Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me, sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me, kike me
Don't you black or white me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Now tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two children who love me
I am the victim of police brutality, no
I'm tired of bein' the victim of hate
You're rapin' me of my pride
Oh, for god's sake
I look to heaven to fulfill its prophecy
Set me free
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Trepidation, speculation
Everybody allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody, dog food
Black man, black mail
Throw your brother in jail
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Now tell me what has become of my rights
Am I invisible because you ignore me?
Your proclamation promised me free liberty, no
I'm tired of bein' the victim of shame
They're throwing me in a class with a bad name
I can't believe this is the land from which I came
You know I do really hate to say it
The government don't want to see
But if roosevelt was livin'
He wouldn't let this be, no, no
Skin head, dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation, speculation
Everybody, litigation
Beat me, bash me
You can never trash me
Hit me, kick me
You can never get me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
(Guitar solo)
Some things in life they just don't want to see
But if martin luther was livin'
He wouldn't let this be no, no, aay
Skin head, dead head
Everybody, gone bad
Situation, segregation
Everybody, allegation
In the suite, on the news
Everybody, dog food
Kick me, kike me
Don't you wrong or right me
(Clapping):
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Hee hee, hoo
AWhatever games are played with us,
we must play no games with ourselves, but deal in our privacy with the last
honesty and truth.@
- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Black to the Future III
“can i
please be a rapper? i want to get paid to talk about sex and whine about my
problems and diss people i don’t like. so far this post has earned me multiple
racism accusations and a death threat.” – A tumblr post.
1 June 2009. ‘Why is everyone
looking at me like I’m crazy?’
I was sitting upstairs on a double decker, about
halfway from the front, when a youth boarded the bus, sat at the back and
switched on the mp3 player on his mobile. It was so loud and I grew so angry
that after only about five minutes I decided it was preferable for me to go and
sit downstairs. I was actually so angry that I could feel myself losing my
temper and might well have just gone and thumped him if I’d remained sitting
there helplessly. So I found a seat downstairs and knew I had made a wise
decision.
After only a few minutes, a young black guy aged
20, whom I believe was already on the bus when I sat down, started ‘singing’ a
rap song that he was attempting to write himself. He was loud and his lyrics
were so atrocious that I had to laugh. Because I laughed, I felt relaxed and
any anger that might otherwise have appeared slipped away. In actual fact, I do
not mind people expressing themselves like that, someone talking or singing, so
much. It is mobile phones (loud one-way conversations) and personal stereos
that drive me nuts. Moby was also shutting out the world in a way that left him
open and approachable.
So I had this conversation with him until we
reached his stop. He remained standing throughout, first at the back of the bus
and then, as the bus approached his stop in the dense, slow-moving stream of
traffic, near the middle doors. Any tension that would otherwise have been
allowed to build up, I had immediately diffused and I prevented him from creating
any by constantly engaging him in conversation (which, from his point of view,
as defiant as tried to be, was preferable to me constantly laughing at him). I
decided, in earnest, to take the opportunity to try and understand where he was
coming from. An hour earlier, I had found myself walking in Stratford whilst
feeling a sweet, mysterious wave of forgiveness for everyone and everything
that appeared from nowhere. [Retrospective note: The last time I had to go to
Stratford, I was walking through the shopping precinct to catch a train and
passed a fight that had broken out between a black girl and a group of other
black girls. It was so violent that the Police had to step in and break it up.
They had to come to the rescue of a lone security guard who was caught in the
middle taking all the blows! He was a softly-spoken Asian man and seemed too
gentle to restore harmony to such a situation.]
The first thing I said to him was that if he sang
from the heart and raised his thoughts to a more refined level of beauty and
love or something he might find that the quality improved accordingly. He was
rapping about people getting stabbed and trying to make the words as shocking
and violent as possible. He told me that was the only way to get started as a
rapper. Then you could move on to rap about other subjects once you had won
respect from other rappers. I never quite understood whether he was referring
to an actual scene in East London that was
based on the American rap scene or whether he was just living in fantasy land
and glamorising the rapper’s version of the American Dream. How do you tell
someone like that what they are doing is entertaining and merging with
negative, violent, criminal energies in the fourth dimension, in the lower
astral planes, by taking drugs and believing that feeling a sense of power
through negative energy is somehow going to protect you from the System and
enable you to make friends and amass wealth?
“Some
rap and some country is
just people with no schooling talking about exactly what happened to them that
day. That's all it is. In country, it's like, 'I woke up, something bad
happened, I got drunk.' You know, it's usually something like that. Rap's the
same thing. They just brag more: 'I woke up. Y'all can't wake up like me. I wake
up like 10 motherfuckers. That shit in my eyes is diamonds. I get up to pee -
it's liquid gold.'” - Howard Kremer, American comedian.
At one point, he started drawing attention to his
style of dress and the quality of his jeans and trainers. He was particularly
proud of his blue Nike tracksuit top and laughed when he pointed to all the
stars on it suggesting that it meant he was superior to everyone else on the
bus. One thing is for sure: he was stoned! He said he prided himself on not
working and smoking weed all day instead, mocking everyone else, assuming that
they belonged to the System as its faithful slaves. So, one can understand that
as a young black man who was on another planet (and possibly a starseed or
something from another planet!) and felt the immense burden of
socio-economic hopelessness whose presence made such an impact on the
environment in which he was born and raised, he was defiantly resisting the
gravity which always threatened to drag him down. Where a more introverted
person like myself often became deeply depressed with life he has not
necessarily turned into an angry young man but has learned to mimic anger and
other violent emotions as a key to self-empowerment, a way of generating
confidence and power and shutting the world out. He was bent on annoying
everyone, knowing that no one would force him to shut up or kick him off the
bus, and it gave him a feeling of power, of being invincible. Towards the end
of our interaction, he asked, ‘Why is everyone looking at me like I’m crazy?’
He then scoffed that he didn’t care if everyone hated him. He said the more
people hated him the stronger he grew and that our objections to him only
served to make him more powerful, more invincible. Perhaps because with each
such experience he realised to an ever greater degree that no one could do
anything about his behaviour. He was, in fact, protected by law, by the very
System that he shunned.
PLAY: ‘So
Ghetto’ by Jay-Z (written by Carter/Martin/Cropper/Miles, Roc-A-Fella Records,
2000).
I kind of liked Moby because I like playful,
mischievous rebels who are not violent. He had spirit. I got the impression
that he was essentially a gentle, friendly and probably quite evolved soul who
was doing his bit to explore his own individuality and destroy the System. He
was no fighter and, physically, he would never have risked getting into a
fight. He would have jumped off the bus and run, I’m sure. But, then, so many
young men suddenly feel ‘brave’ once they’re in a gang. This guy, however, I’m
sure he was hiding a heart of gold really (just as I always did in my own way
to protect myself). He was happy to engage in discussion and whenever he
resumed rapping I kept laughing (partly to shut him up) and he had trouble
keeping a straight face as well because my critique was obviously accurate: it
was bloody awful!
He was impressionable, I expect, and could follow
either of two paths depending on those who influence him. He did not seem to
feel that there were other roads open to him, no other role models to inspire
him, no other cultural or musical avenues worth exploring. It is as though, if
he did branch out, he would dilute his external source of power - as though he
relied so completely on this illusion for his own sense of survival, his own
sense of emotional comfort and security and his own sense of power. He would
become more of an individual, expressing more of his creative power and unique
potential, and find himself stranded from his peer group, as isolated and
outlawed as I have been, really all my life save a couple of brief forays into
social cohesion which were not founded on a deep affinity.
“That’s my friend who got stabbed in the back. And
they made him stand up.” – From a conversation between two teenage girls
(possibly from Turkish families) sitting at the back on the upper deck of a
bus.
It does feel like I am living in the vicinity of a
clan of Klingons sometimes. It feels like the provocatively loud music is
designed to tempt challenges. Or, perhaps they are proudly celebrating their
‘bad motherfucker attitude.’ Taking revenge on the world. A way to feel
powerful. Evidently, it is catching too judging from what one observes in
British youth culture generally. On a more humorous note, most of these young
people have enough self-esteem or manners to wash themselves and keep
themselves relatively clean. They would not want to go around smelling like a
pig sty! And, yet, what they do not realise, is that, although they might think
they are being defiantly rebellious or something, the stench of their
selfishness can be considered the equivalent of a few oinkers snorting in the
mud! Seriously, you know, you get some poor souls who stink of urine on the
bus. That I can live with, because those people cannot look after themselves
properly. Loud, inconsiderate people, on the other hand: I’m sorry, but they might
just as be equally smelly, and in fact they are smellier because it is their
personalities that stink!
I felt an affinity with black men most strongly on
the New Deal course. I did not find any switched-on Asians there but a few
white (English) people and half a dozen black guys, including the ‘tutor’
(prison warden)! They had one white guy there towards the end of my ‘stay’ whom
I felt to be the worst kind of English person! A real jobsworth! He had no
training or experience yet stood in for the others at times. He was quite
young, tall and whistled quite a lot, which I found irritating. He was also
condescending towards us ‘jobseekers’ as a whole when referring to us to his
colleagues, as though they were herding cattle. We had a bit of a joke with him
at one point and it felt like he somehow expected to come out on top because he
gave me quite a mean look. In fact, it was quite funny since ‘we’ in this case
refers to three very intelligent white English men which has to be the most
white people I can remember seeing in the room at any one time. Anyway, he also
appeared to follow the rules as stupidly as the lady at the other end of the
corridor whose ‘class’ were stuck there in a small room with only a few
computers all day, keeping tabs on where people were and making sure they did
not skive off early. When I left that day I sort of grunted ‘goodbye’ and he
replied in a sarcastic voice, ‘Goodbye, Sir!’ as though he was expecting to
receive more respect as a stand-in ‘tutor.’ No chance!
I do not
have anything against anyone simply because of their race or skin colour. As
something of an outcast myself, I feel an affinity with anyone who feels
alienated from the System, but individually rather than collectively.
Disenfranchised minority groups tend to spawn a number of very creative,
individually-minded people who think outside the box providing they also value
individuality and that is something I really like about the black community
generally. I have met so many with big, warm hearts. Some of my best songs,
which are from a certain period in my life, have a reggae rhythm. I found out
at some point that this rhythm is the closest musically to that of the human
heartbeat. I do understand that negative genetic programming has resulted from
the collective experience of feeling that there is no hope of profiting from
the System or using it to express one’s full potential. I sympathise to a
degree. Again, however, Yoda’s wise words spring to mind: “Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger.
Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to suffering.” I just
cannot tolerate aggressive, ‘fuck you’ attitudes which include loudness and
violence. That is a primitive form of individualism and, really, has nothing to
do with true individuality.
“If
someone behaves negatively towards you, it helps to remember that he or she is
a human being like you and to distinguish between an action and the person who
does it. If counter measures are needed to prevent someone doing harm, it's
always better to do it with a calm rather than an agitated mind. If you act out
of anger, the best part of your brain fails to function. Remember, compassion
is not a sign of weakness.” - Dalai Lama.
The working classes have similar conditioning but
this process has had centuries to become pathologically inhibited. Anger and
aggressive behaviour does spew out of some people and this is a serious
cultural problem, it is true. Yet, the British peasantry remains largely buried
beneath layer upon layer of ancestral fear and disillusionment after many
attempted protests and aborted uprisings. To their credit, our forefathers (and
mothers) secured certain rights (and a façade of ‘democracy’). Materialism is
little more than an expression of fear encouraged by Uno-Hu, the Elite. I
observe that this has fuelled corruption and halted the movement towards true
freedom, reining in the ascent of individual expression and heading in the
direction of totalitarian control. I also know, however, that the Dark Hats are
being removed and that this is merely the dark before the dawn. The Elite have tampered with our
hearts and minds and we must emancipate ourselves from mental slavery and
develop a loving attitude. (See Appendix VII:
‘Those who would
control humanity are rapidly losing their ability to do so’). Day follows night and what a glorious, golden epoch we are about to
create together! I know that we are all returning to a state of Oneness. We are
all starting to ‘live from a foundation of love,’ as St. Germain expresses it.
Fear will soon be a thing of the past![1]
First, however, we all need to get to work on
clearing out our personal and cultural shit! Sure, we have all been poisoned
emotionally by our parents and their parents, and so on. A portion of negative
behaviour can be attributed to junk food and all the chemicals we ingest
through processed foods. We all need to purge what we can. You know, if we
breathe deeply all the time, try to drink as much water as possible (admittedly
this is harder in the winter but one ought to bear in mind that boiled water
taken alone is the healthiest drink there is), include some raw fruit and
vegetables in our diets, invoke the Violet Flame daily to transmute negative
energies within ourselves and then fill up with golden Light, practise
meditation as well as yoga or tai chi, as well as dance, have fun, nurture our
Inner Child, then, as all this junk inside us surfaces, we will be in the right
space to release rather than resist, remove rather than repress it.
We all have a wash each morning. We all clean our
teeth and take a crap! Well, that takes care of the outside but no one has
encouraged us to practise the equivalent internally. Yet, as more people
develop such a practise, this, too, will become a collective custom that no one
will question. Who, in their right mind, would neglect to clean their teeth and
have a wash on a daily basis? We all want optimum health and we all want to
feel good. We also need sufficient rest and exercise. Apparently, a few strands
of DNA do not allow our intelligence to stretch even that far. As we expand our
DNA, however, we become more multidimensional and actually gravitate towards
maintaining spiritual health first and foremost. After all, it is natural for
us to be centred in our original Self. It’s just that human consciousness has
been fractured for so long and we are rediscovering all the lost parts of
ourselves, returning to wholeness. That is something for us all to celebrate!
And, as we all realise – through personal experience, through individual
knowing - that we are expressions of One Creator, that we are all brothers and
sisters, one family, the conflicts of the past will also appear as absurd as
they do to those on the inner planes who have awakened to their true nature.
Astarius
Transcending the ego means that we must begin to
tap into a new source of self-esteem and power and that we might have to choose
freedom over security. Moreover, we might have to endure the agony which that
can cause in a System that is based on fear and control rather than love and
liberty. It was at this point that I recommended he search ‘Astarius’ the next
time he went on the Internet. I explained that Astarius is the real thing when
it comes to ‘cool’ because he is a spiritual rapper and brimming with love,
wisdom and positive vibes. Moby looked genuinely interested, in fact, to my
surprise. I could see him making a mental note and he asked me for the name
again to record it in his memory. I really hope he did check out Astarius! Just
that one choice could have changed his life! [Retrospective note: My focus at
the time was mostly spiritual. Now, I wish I’d told Moby to go listen to
Prodigy and Prof. Griff (why isn’t everyone listening to this guy? That’s what
you call a ‘cool mother’!), the real
leaders in the rap game in America].
“One of the
aspects of unconditional love that is a requirement for this path is that we
stop criticising ourselves. We all carry within us ways of criticising or
judging our behaviours and levels of success. It is time for you to all love
yourselves unconditionally, as well as you can, regardless of how well you are
performing against your ideal goals and expected ways of being.” - Sananda
(channelled through Eric Klein, The
Crystal Stair. A Guide to the Ascension, Oughton House Publications, CA., U.S.,
1990, p.30).
I believe that all that divided Moby and I was
experience, or exposure. He was emotional and vibrational like me which is why
we were able to communicate quite well. We both intuited where each other was
coming from. He knew when I was being open and kind, and that I meant him no
harm, and he also knew when I was attacking him, or retaliating. He pointed to
everyone else’s clothes and announced that no one else had any style (or
‘expensive taste’ as he also implied). I was dressed a bit gothy that day (and
I tend to wear my long leather overcoat if rain clouds are hovering in the sky)
and I told him quite aggressively (which I regretted because it was a negative
energy I fired back at him, devoid of the laughter with which he managed to
convey his own remarks, although he was stoned and I was not!) that his tastes
were the opposite of mine and didn’t make any impression on me. Unfortunately,
people who like a lot of noise, and even need it, or rely on it to fill the
vacuum in their heads, also (in my experience) have crude tastes which they
also subject the public to. I told him that I had more gothic tastes both in
clothes and music so of course it was only natural that we disapproved of each
other’s tastes. Unlike him, however, I did not have such an inferiority complex
(concealed by a cultural superiority complex) or feel the need to openly look
down on everyone else as sheep even if I agreed that the part of town through
which the bus was travelling was steeped in poverty, oppression and a vibration
of lovelessness and hopelessness from which certain people believed the only
antidote was to project an aggressive, selfish attitude towards everyone beyond
their own peer group.
I spoke about deriving a sense of self-esteem,
power and purpose from collective identity and disputed his believe that he was
asserting his individuality. I said he was merely using someone else’s identity
and source of power to get started. I added that I hoped he would one day truly
discover his own individual identity and purpose in this world. Because, I
said, the way he was going at the moment, focussing so single-mindedly on an
illusory means of escape from the System, he would eventually end up powerless
and enslaved to it. He needed to keep his options open and really look into his
own heart to express his own potential, I explained charitably. “Man is so made
that when anything fires his soul, impossibilities vanish,” said Jean de La
Fontaine. It is equally true that insecurities vanish when we fire ourselves up
with aggression and the false, temporal feeling of power we derive from it.
He was listening. He knew who I was. We were
conversing in the fourth dimension while some of the other passengers seemed
lifeless in their static, desensitised 3D cultural costumes and others smiled
here and there at what was being said. Those who smiled knew it was harmless
banter and might do some good. Perhaps they were relieved that someone was
challenging the guy’s selfish, narcissistic attitude. Half of me is equally
docile in that I can feel paralysed by my own oversensitivity and the impact on
my emotions.
“Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyse you, they're supposed
to help you discover who you are.” – Bernice Johnson Reagon.
This book
addresses social conflicts. It is based on personal experiences in a certain
environment. These entries are just about the loud and/or aggressive black people
I have encountered. It is important to add that I already had my fill of the
aggressive types of white English males where I grew up (a village that has
been dubbed ‘Dodge City’ according to some!). What I am essentially doing here,
I hope, is helping to diffuse and even transform some of this (mostly) male
aggression by expressing my own truth, sharing my own story and my own stance
on this issue as well as contributing to the balancing of the scales that is
due now with the return of the Goddess as well as the higher male principle on
Earth.
It is unfortunate that when the mass of people are
rendered powerless through passivity and fear they are at the mercy of the few
wolves among them who would terrorise them in some shape or form. It’s just
that, in this instance, it was more like a sheep in wolf’s clothing, a puppy
sheepdog whom someone like me could actually talk to without the danger of real
verbal or physical violence being provoked. Perhaps we, as a society, will
observe more and more that younger generations, while they might continue to
lose themselves in emotional negativity under the influence of drugs and/or the
lower astral realms, do not pose a physical threat to members of the public.
Like the edge has been taken off the rebellion of youth. As people’s DNA is
activated and expanded, the more dramatic behaviour that results from extreme
physical identification is softened. That means more love, particularly
self-love, and more awareness, is shining in each and every soul now. That is, every
soul that has chosen to ascend with the planet. Duality is being toned down as
we move slowly but steadily towards Oneness.
6 July 2009. Botanical
buttons.
I was practising tai chi in the garden one
afternoon and I heard people talking and moving the branches of my buddleia and
ceonothus plants which hang over the fence into the garden behind. I guessed
that someone had finally decided to prune them from the other side or attempt
to fix the fence which originally broke under the strain of children kicking it
when the previous family lived there several years ago and made use of the
swing (which now sits rusting in a disused garden). So I went to have a look
and see if they needed any help and, for the first time, shook the father’s
hand and exchanged introductions. His parents have come to visit for a couple
of months. I’d met his mother a few years ago and she is a really, really
lovely lady. We chatted about gardening amongst other things. Some Caribbean
mothers have the biggest, sweetest hearts. They’re beautifully sensitive and
caring whilst also being strong and often smiling and seem full of joy.
Wonderful! I also met his father who was very talkative and trying to get his
son into action because, although he’s a muscular fitness fanatic (his father
is a very fit, physical man as well), he has no interest in doing anything
whatsoever to the garden. An old greenhouse (that I’d love to have!) sits on
one side, full of junk, and he wants to concrete over the small areas of grass
to save having to mow them (also partly because it appears that either my cat
or someone else’s finds such a derelict space to be an ideal toilet!).
I offered to cut some of the branches from my side
of the fence and fetched my wood saw. His father and I then worked together to
cut down what we could. He was very talkative and clearly has the gift of the
gab like my father. He asked me a few direct questions which I didn’t mind and
we discussed a number of social issues, I guess, briefly. We agreed that negative
news in the media across the world is a deliberate campaign to prevent people
from feeling joyful and powerful. He asked me a couple of personal questions
loaded with preconceptions which I accurately diagnosed in a buoyantly reviled
way as the symptoms of pro-life Christianity to which he quietly confessed!
After a few agreements and disagreements, he asked if I minded him discussing
such things openly. I replied that I am always up for talking about life. In
his attempt to suss out the neighbour, he concluded that I am a philosopher. A
slight understatement perhaps! How far can someone who props themselves up with
any orthodox religion really appreciate the meaning of that word? Well, I was
soon to find out!
As we worked hard to cut the branches, my rear
neighbour’s father invited me to the Caribbean. I explained that I had
initially allowed these shrubs to grow in an attempt to block the intense
brightness of the security lights on their back wall and that of the house next
to theirs. I added that I believed those lights were no longer working.
However, since the buddleia had grown so tall in the past year, it had also
succeeded in hiding me from the kids who often shouted at me from a loft window
whilst I practised tai chi! He talked a bit about how he feels safe enough in
the area he lives to leave his door open or something and how he borrows a
neighbour’s car sometimes. I’m pretty sure he brought the subject of loud music
up first. He told me he got on with all of his neighbours and, if ever there
were any problems, he was usually able to go and talk to them to sort things
out. He also mentioned, however, that the guy whose car he borrows is a
policeman and often plays loud music which, he added, many people there are
fond of doing. He said it’s fine if people play their music loud at certain
times, just not late at night, which he has had to go and discuss with his
neighbour who’s a policeman because he occasionally does that! I then explained
that I have found whenever I’ve asked people to turn their music or TV down
around here that they usually do it even more. He asked me, ‘What they get
angry you mean?’ My belief is that he deliberately worked his way to bringing
up this subject because he knew about the time I had asked his son’s wife to turn
her music down. She was sitting near the fence with her daughter, that is, at
the end of the garden, with music playing on the stereo in the house at such a
high volume! The area was, in fact, very peaceful until they moved in. She
asked me if it was just during the day or in the evening that I didn’t like
them playing loud music. It seemed such a weird question! I answered, ‘In the
daytime’ purely because that was the time I was protesting about. Later, I
realised that her question contained a query about her husband’s music. I
eventually understood that the loud music in the evenings was her husband.
Although it was even louder, the door was always closed and I was not usually
outside to be directly affected by it anyway. However, I felt sorry for their next-door
neighbours and still felt threatened by it and wished I had answered that loud
music at any time is antisocial and likely to upset a lot of people, or at
least stress them out on some level. That is why headphones were invented.
Dave Chappelle Comedy Half Hour. Best Comedian Ever
Anyway, a couple of days later, I heard the parents
talking in the garden and towards the end of my xingyi set I heard the mother
say that I was doing my exercises. So I stopped to find out what she wanted.
They had purchased several tomato plants and offered four of them to me,
claiming that they had too many. The first thing I said was that I recognised
those quiet voices as belonging to the gentle, peaceful people that they were.
I received the tomato plants gratefully. They were very welcome because I was
growing several varieties of vegetable but had not included tomatoes. The
father asked me if I needed help cutting the rest of the buddleia down. I knew
that he had attempted to persuade me gently that I wanted to cut it right down
to the fence level as though he was used to getting his own way with weaker
minds or young people! I had no intention of reducing its height, however. I
like the way that my garden is now relatively private on all sides for a start.
For some reason (well, it was morning!) I told him I’d had a problem with his
son playing loud music in the past and allowed the plant to grow so big to
‘pretend that they’re not there,’ which is also true. It’s a case of killing
‘several birds with one stone.’ It therefore doesn’t bother me that I’d have
preferred deep rather than pale and mediocre purple flowers!
He then complained that there was so much litter in
the streets around here. I told him that’s because certain Asians seem to throw
litter in the street quite freely. He agreed but in an emotional way that
implied animosity to Asians generally, as though he’d like to have shared a
good rant and really put them down. But he sensed that I was not joining in the
build-up of negative emotion. In response, I said, ‘But at least they’re not
physically violent like some black people’ (meaning that I would rather be
surrounded by Asians generally). He strongly disagreed with this, claiming that
Asians are violent and black people aren’t! I replied that, in my experience, I
had not found many Asian people to be violent whereas I had ‘some’ black people
were certainly violent.’ He had loved in England for many years and probably
returned to Jamaica
when he retired or something. He told me that they had quite a peaceful
existence there and I said, ‘Yes, because they’ve formed more of a community.’
I added, ‘Yeah, so who are they and where are they from?’ He was appalled by my
statements and couldn’t deal with the subject. Opting for total denial, he
asked me, finally, ‘Do you know your history? Do you know about slavery?’ I
answered that, yes, I knew a bit about it. I said, ‘I suppose it’s still in the
genes after ten generations,’ but he was already walking away from me with an
air of chagrin, whether real or for effect. That was a far as he wished to go.
“America is
all fucked up dude...you have no idea…the racism here in California is actually
dangerous and life threatening at times. If you’re caught with let’s say a
Dodgers hat on (baseball team) on the wrong side of town or wrong day you can
be killed...not over team spirit bullshit mostly gang territory...Hispanics are
called ‘cholos’…the blacks are ‘crips.’ And so on. ‘Just a little local taste
of the town.’ The slavery thing was a big mistake.” (Excerpt from a MySpace
message from an American friend).
Very interesting. I understand that low self-esteem
and high over-compensation has resulted from self-denial and attitudes and
beliefs developed since the days of slavery. Anger issues that have not been
attended to down the generations have to be dealt with on an individual basis.
That is really the only way to break the chain and prevent them from being
carried over to the next generation, and the next, and soon. It is all a choice
on some level and we also choose our cultural roots and any negative thought
forms associated with them as part of our life lessons. One assumes that such
anger results from the same kind of helplessness I have experienced throughout
my life as an outsider. Yes, I have anger too, anger and frustration, but I am
more introverted, caring and creative so I generally succeed in channelling it
constructively. I feel an affinity with people in the same boat as me whatever
the reason but I am polarised with those people whose anger explodes freely or
who behave selfishly (including loudly) and aggressively.
On an even deeper level, there could be an
underlying and even more obstinate pride that also forms a cultural wall over
which only strong and inwardly-mature individuals can see. Yeah: ‘Stand tall,
have a ball. Don’t drive people up the wall!’ All of it, regardless, is simply
a dependence on ancestral misfortunes (AKA karma) from which all peoples suffer
in some way. People, I’m sure, are prone to associate their personal weaknesses
and difficulties, victimhood and chips on shoulders, with a collective cause or
shared grievance. This provides temporary release of the negative emotions but
whilst avoiding the deeper wound because that would be too uncomfortable to
bear although you know that, in reality, our fear of fear is the only real
issue, as Bashar mentions (quoted in full in book one). “Being afraid does not
stop you from doing what you want,” he says. “Being afraid of being afraid
stops you. Understand the difference. Just being afraid about something does
not ever stop you from doing what you want.” (Channelled through Darryl Anka, www.bashar.org). It is not fear or suffering but mental attachment to them that causes
our unhappiness because this closes the heart. Paradoxically, the solution is
to feel more not less. [See my short e-book Karma and Emotions for a discussion on the importance of releasing emotions that
have been denied and repressed for many lifetimes]. As a race, we humans have
adopted the habit of going round in circles in this way. Until we turn towards
the centre and face ourselves through feeling and attain a more balanced
perspective through increased awareness of who and what we really are in
relation to who and what we really are not, we settle for the transient
satisfaction provided by instinct. We take refuge in a collective resistance
to, or fear of, true, inner love, power and self-expression which is further
perpetuated by those who are successfully enslaving humanity in its entirety,
or have been until now.
Bashar
The Earth Mother, channelled through Mila (Lilliya
Nita Mahalani), counsels
human beings to “Intend to release all karma for the imbalance in brain
chemistry associated with your biological and biochemical nature so that future
generations yet unborn shall not experience such an insane state of being into
the future.” (25 November 2003,www.lightwaveevolution.org. Previously www.calltoascend.org). In meditation, says the Earth Mother, we have an opportunity to attune
to the Great Central Sun to which we are gradually returning and to its new
counsels (the new blueprint for Earth and humanity). You can also attune to the
karma for all kinds of genealogical disturbances, physical or mental, “and
intend to release these genes in your personal ascent and for your own
ancestors” (we are all related to billions of ancestors She notes). This also
helps release the karmic conditions for other people incarnating in the future.
[Retrospective note: I now include my own ancestors – along with my emotional
bodies in this and previous lifetimes - in the Violet Flame visualisation work
I do during meditation each day in order to transmute negative energies
associated with their lives].
Sadly, for a few days afterwards, loud music could
be heard far and wide through the open back door for a few days. The music?
Michael Jackson! It was one week after his death so he clearly didn’t feel
strongly enough about it to release something at the time. It could have been a
reaction to his father sharing what I had said. His father was quite happy to
condemn all Asians but then it becomes racism if you say anything negative
about ‘some black people.’ Not that the father himself was accusing me of that
but it did appear that his son may have reacted on that level by playing
Michael Jackson loud and proud with the door open for a few days.
With that idea in mind, I felt like going over
there and saying, ‘What, you think I’m some kind of racist all of a sudden just
because I said ‘some’ black people are violent? What, owing to slavery in the
past which, really, has nothing to do with us but should have died with our
ancestors, you’re not able to face who you are in this moment as an individual
and celebrate that you’re a beautiful, loving human being? And I’m therefore
out of line mentioning that I have a problem with you playing loud music and
not considering your neighbours, including me? You’re playing Michael Jackson
loudly with the door open not because he’s dead, or that he was probably killed
by the Illuminati, but because I have a problem with you playing loud music
with the door open! What’s so sad is that I’m a big fan of Michael’s myself and
part of me wants to say to you, ‘Look, I prayed to Sai Baba every day for three
months during his Gavin Arvizo trial in 2005 and, directly afterwards, I had a
vivid dream in which Michael shook me fervently by the hand and thanked me. I
wonder if you took any positive action yourself as ‘good Christians.’ Anyway,
using Michael’s music to get to me is like rubbing his nose in the peace he
always wanted for humanity. It also implies that you were possibly indulging in
such behaviour all along out of some kind of racial self-pity, telling everyone
else you will behave however you want whether they like it or not taking your
own personal shit out on other people - your own neighbours. It’s just an excuse,
a way to justify power and deny the love in your heart.’
But I
didn’t. Haha. I just indulged in a little rant. Certainly some anger surfaced
from somewhere but, as usual, it quickly subsided. [2]I
don’t really mind people playing loud music for up to 20 minutes or having the
occasional party with loud music on for a few hours. It’s the habitual
inconsideration that is bothersome. My concern was principally with the fact
that, only a few weeks prior to this, I had managed to ‘persuade’ THEIR
neighbours to close their back door if they insisted on playing loud music or
having the television on that loudly. I preferred to keep myself out of range
for a while, just hoping that it did not go on for too long or become a regular
habit. Indeed, I’m pretty sure it was only one album at a time, and only a few
songs on the third day. It probably had nothing to do with me but it kind of
feels like a time bomb ticking away over the back there with those people. If
one explodes and decides to say, ‘To hell with all the neighbours,’ then the others
will follow suit and, instead of a train journey being ruined by mobile phones
and personal stereos, most gardens in the whole area will be out of bounds for
hours at least every weekend, perhaps every day.
“Millions
of people have decided not to be sensitive. They have grown thick skins around
themselves just to avoid being hurt by anybody. But it is at great cost. Nobody
can hurt them, but nobody can make them happy either.” – Osho.
Where
there are selfish, undisciplined, irresponsible, thoughtless or insensitive
people who want to make a lot of noise, an environment is doomed to lower
vibrations, to a feeling of helplessness in the respectful (and fearful or
successfully conditioned) majority. In effect, it is an urban war zone, even
without the threat or existence of physical violence. Just on a more fourth
than third-dimensional level perhaps. The ignorance, the crudity, relates more
to consciousness than matter. The gates of Heaven are securely locked with a
‘Keep out’ sign on!
[Retrospective
note: In fact, a year later, in June 2010, the guy over the back observed that
he had not seen me practicing tai chi in the garden for a while. I handed him
some cherries from my tree and chatted for a while. I told him that I tend to
practice earlier nowadays. He said he was used to seeing me at the weekends and
I explained that his house and the one next door to his left often have loud
music blaring out at the weekends. I added that I like to sit in the garden and
relax or eat my lunch but can’t because of all the noise. He informed me that
it is his wife who plays loud music! He says he likes the house to be quiet
when he comes home from work in the evenings so that he can relax but that is
when his wife likes to listen to loud music, particularly on Fridays when he
really needs to relax as well. This is her way of relaxing, he explained. I
said, yes, because when music is loud it stops people thinking. I mentioned
that I like to dance to music wearing remote headphones but that they are not
loud enough and explained that I mostly like dancing to funky black music,
which I do. I confess I had assumed that it was his wife who was playing loud
music during the day and then him during the evenings when he got home from
work. The music did stop during the daytime for a few years after I had had a
word with her but it has crept back over the past two or three years. When she
asked if it bothered me in the day or evening I somehow thought she meant that
her husband played loud music in the evenings. I don’t know why I thought that.
Perhaps she wanted me to think that! I just wouldn’t have expected a wife to
play loud music when her husband arrived home from work – particularly since,
as I now know, he himself finds it annoying!
In my
view, if you are going to be hostile, manipulative, controlling, aggressive,
loud or bothersome and unwholesome in any way that is uncalled for, it should
not come as any surprise if someone links it to other negative incidents that
turn out to be unrelated or even accidental. Tension on some level may result.
Uncomfortable experiences can appear to be connected and to share the same
source when odd ‘coincidences’ are involved. One may perceive a connection
where there is none and this may create a belief based on the highest probability,
rationally and intuitively (I’m not talking about paranoia), until one has all
the pieces of the jigsaw puzzle. They are a nice couple, in fact, but as a
friend tells me, Carribean women have a fiery temperament! He should know. He’s
on probation for two years, basically, for being a big old softy! Haha. This
sweet and very friendly black guy told me the story of how he ended up in this
situation. He lived with his Jamaican girlfriend and their two children in a
flat not too far from where I live. He and his girlfriend used to argue every
day. Eventually, they were having an argument and his girlfriend got totally
out of control because, he says, he had the sharper mind and she couldn’t win.
She went to the kitchen and took a sharp knife from the cutlery drawer. When he
saw the knife he immediately slammed the door to keep away from her because his
instinct was to use force to remove the threat. He knew that was only way he
could survive a knife attack. In the end, however, he did confront her and
received a few minor cuts on his arms in the process which he hardly felt due
to adrenalin. All of his pent up anger suddenly came out and he found himself
wanting to strangle her. He had his hand around her neck and increased the
pressure but did not lose control and the quickly released it. His girlfriend
threatened to call the police and, feeling justifiably enraged, he called them
on his own mobile and offered it to her. She declined the offer and he hung up.
However, the police had his number and soon showed up on his doorstep and
arrested him. Talk about Indigo self-sabotage!
The day
before I heard this story, I was queuing to get on a bus locally and the black
girl in front of me suddenly kicked the driver’s door and spat at him through
the holes in the window. This was about 4.15 p.m. and she was with a few of her
school friends who fully supported her actions and joined in taunting him as he
refused to drive again and sat making out a report. I evidently missed the
cause of this teenage tantrum. However, whilst we were waiting for another bus,
she laughed about it and her excuse was that she was only 15 years old. I told
her that I would ban her from buses for the rest of her life. I then added that
I would, alternatively, make her do the bus driver’s job for 40 years. However,
I smiled at that suggestion, showing that I was exaggerating just slightly! I
was just trying to convey the gravity of the situation because she and her
friends were saying they didn’t know what all the fuss was about. They said it
was ‘nothing’ and wanted the driver to get going and take them home.
A few
days after hearing the story, a
highly sensitive Eastern European lady, a friend of a friend, shared another story with me relating to a
Jamaican woman. She had lived in Brixton for a while and was accused by her
landlady of something she did not do and was thrown out of the house. In fact,
the woman was shouting and swearing and she locked herself in her room and said
she could not leave the house until she felt safe. Afterwards, down in the
street with her belongings, she met a Jamaican lady she had talked to
previously and explained the situation. This lady asked if her landlady had
been Jamaican and was not at all surprised by the answer, saying that Jamaican
women are like that!
Interestingly,
I now have a friend online who is a lady from Jamaica and she is a highly
creative and intelligent Indigo who moved to the United States in her late 30s
and has since experienced major race issues both by black and white people.
Since, like me, she is not originally from that country she finds many people’s
attitudes bewildering. But quite different to the general superiority complex
one sees in many Asian people. As a Bengali friend of mine observes, they often
tend to look down at English people and accuse them of things like corruption,
domestic violence and sexual wantonness when these are rifer within their own
communities but they simply hide their faults more determinedly for fear of
what others may think. Update: Ohh! This woman turned out to be one of the nastiest people I have ever met. Let me rephrase that: one day, she allowed demonic forces to attack me through her, using her projections, just as they have through another lady who was also a potential friend. But, you know, on both occasions I observed vitriolic supernatural genius at work!].
There were a couple of other small incidents after this but after that I
had what I perceive as little ‘tests’ along with some very positive, friendly
encounters with black people. I believe that Michael Jackson had a lot to do
with those experiences (no doubt St. Germain was involved as well). I can only
imagine that he wanted to see just how non-racist I am because he seems to have
offered to ‘light my way’ in the future, meaning, I expect, that he will be
there to assist me whenever he is needed and particularly in areas with which
he is familiar and I am not. So if you are somebody who is jumping the gun and
taking offence here, think again! Haha. Actually, it has been a healing
process. I have also considered that, in these low-vibrational urban areas, it
is easy for unseen dark entities to interfere with our lives by playing
puppeteers with negative people. But, now I feel more protected or guided away
from such situations whether by Michael or Isis or simply because I experienced
what I chose to and that period of my life came to an end. I probably needed
these experiences as well – probably to throw some fear and anger to the
surface to be faced and released - but I’m glad they appear to be over now. It
was just for this period when the dark planet Pluto was transiting my Moon and
all is as it was before this period. Yes, there are more black people living in
the area now and it feels like somehow my experiences were related to the
influx from areas like Hackney and elsewhere in East London as some kind of awkward
integration period. White English people like me just don’t live here anymore
and I do feel that, on a soul level, I agreed to hold an energy here that has
all but gone from the area.
“Jackson
didn't simply cross racial barriers, he crossed national and linguistic
barriers as well. He certainly earned the rank of world icon. What stands out
about the King of Pop is that he achieved this feat simply by introducing the
world to music and dancing that filled them with joy. Not only is that
sentiment infectious but it knows no colour.” - Nadra Kareem (Nadra's Race
Relations Blog, ‘Michael Jackson: Race
Relations Pioneer,’ 29 June 2009
28 July. When I got off the bus at five to eleven (at night) and a group of
young black men started walking as I passed. One of them deliberately stepped
forward quickly to kick my shoe and turned round to tell me to watch where I
was going as they walked away. I just looked at him. I felt no fear and felt my
ancient barbarian wanting to, well, probably wanting to kill him or something!
However, I just smiled since it was only someone behaving like an insolent
child, someone who is caught in the dark and barely knows the Light. Besides, I
didn’t have my Ghetto Gang Mega Blaster with me! Yet another opportunity to say
goodbye to the past, to my angry fuckwit killer I guess!
27 December. OK, one final anecdote! Last night before falling asleep I requested to
visit Michael Jackson again. It’s the first time I have done this for two or
three weeks because I have been exploring, asking to go and see Mother Sekhmet,
Sananda or St. Germain (and also going to bed too late and forgetting!). After
waking up this morning I vaguely remembered part of a dream in which myself as
a little boy (that is, my Inner Child) received something shiny and black for
Christmas and felt very excited about the present. I actually thought it was a
pair of shoes but I think my rational mind, in the absence of clear recall,
gravitated to this as the most obvious choice of ‘something shiny and black.’
Well, this afternoon I paid the local designer discount shop a visit because I
noticed some groovy trousers when I popped in last night. I also wanted to buy
a presents for a couple of people. In addition to accomplishing my mission
efficiently enough, however, I came across a black, shiny lifesize model of a
jaguar head (and neck). Not quite a leopard or panther although the colour
gives it that black panther feel. It looked spectacular on the shelf. I could
not pull myself away from it. [Retrospective note: Much later, one afternoon, a
couple of hours after I had posted letters and synopses to several publishers
with regard to getting Monstaville into
print, I came upon a collection of essays by my favourite novelist Hermann
Hesse. I noticed that the book, My Belief, was
published by an imprint called Panther Books that was around in the Seventies.
Astrologically, Pluto had moved on from my Moon and started to nudge my natal
Mars. That week, the Sun was also Trine to this Conjunction. There was a
definite message being sent to me, reinforced by the fact that I had previously
had a dream in which, getting this book out was symbolised by the panther (power)
in me pouncing from within me].
“A black panther symbolises strength, power, control over territory, freedom from
oppression and often signals a time of rebirth after a period of suffering.” –
Farhan Khan (YouTube video: ‘The Music Industry Exposed – Michael Jackson’s
Vitiligo (Part8/11)’).
A lady noticed me admiring the model and commented that she would have
bought it for her mantelpiece had it been smaller in size. She added that it
was a fraction of the price it would sell for in a non-discount shop. I said to
her, ‘You just want me to buy it don’t you?’ It did seem odd that, while I was
mulling it over in my head, this customer should appear ‘as if by magic’ and do
a better job at selling it to me than anyone else could! I was trying my hardest
to resist the temptation to buy it because I couldn’t really afford it. Anyway,
I wandered off to look for the other things I needed to buy but I had already
made my mind up to go back and collect it afterwards (the base is heavy!). That
woman’s influence tipped the scales in favour of being good to myself and
accepting that it was a must have for me!
On the way home, carrying my shopping, I passed a black guy (in his
thirties, I’d say) in the dark and narrow aisle which some builders have
created on the pavement alongside the site on which they are building a block
of flats. He was talking loudly to himself and, at first, I thought he must be
using a hands-free mobile device. As we approached each other, however, I
realised that he was either crazy or ‘loud and proud.’ I did not think it was
threatening behaviour so I smiled at him although my smile was partly a
friendly one (in case he really was mad) and partly one that carried the
message ‘I’m not intimidated by your rude behaviour’ (in case he did have a
‘fuck you’ attitude). As we passed each other, his loud ranting included the
question, ‘You understand me?’ Yes, I finally got the message: here we have an
aggressive nutter who is going around deliberately trying to scare people and,
through his behaviour, state that he does whatever he wants whether people like
it or not. By making other people feel afraid of him he feels more powerful and
free to do as he pleases without having to consider anyone else. Perhaps he was
on drugs as well. Who knows? Anyway, I let out a momentary laugh in response
which carried the thought, ‘OK, you think you’re powerful but I’m not scared of
you and I think you’re off your trolley!’
As I walked home after that I suddenly remembered that I had requested
to pay MJ a visit during the night and I recalled the dream and noted that I
had, in fact, just bought something shiny and black! So, it would appear that
our mischievous King of Pop wrote a little story for us! A little giftwrapping
for this emotionally-empowering gift. [Retrospective note: I have since
discovered – or rediscovered – that Michael Jackson turns into a panther at the
end of the music video for his song ‘Black and White’ (on the Dangerous album). There is a really cool
clip of a panther descending some stairs and then changing into Michael
Jackson. He then performs a wild dance without any musical accompaniment and
let’s rip, angrily smashing an old, abandoned car up. When the video came out,
there was some fuss about the effects of violence onscreen, suggesting that the
video could influence people to behave destructively. Michael explained that he
was simply trying to interpret the animal instincts of the panther into a
dance. The car he attacks with a baseball bat bears a Nazi swastika on one of
the side windows, the words ‘Nigger go home’ on the rear windscreen and ‘No
more wet backs’ on the front windscreen (there are some rituals and other symbolism, too, such as the destruction
of a hotel sign with the word ‘Royal’ in with holy water). He then throws the steering
wheel at the door window of a building on which the words ‘KKK rules’ are
displayed. It is a passionate expression of defiance and power with great depth
of feeling. At the end, the phrase ‘Prejudice is ignorance’ appears on the
screen. The video’s intention is clearly to send a strong statement, nothing
more. It is a positive rather than destructive message.]
Since Michael Jackson’s death I have had mostly positive experiences
with black people because I no longer find myself encountering the ‘bad eggs.’
In fact, I have noticed that, when I am out and about around here now it
is often black people I talk to. It is as though, now, those whom I appreciate
are drawn or guided to me and I am inspired or prompted to say something
humorous (usually). Well, as I have said before, there are hardly any people
living here now who share a similar background to me. Many black people have
moved here from East London in search of a better quality of life so I am more
likely to warm to them than the white English people who have been left behind’
so-to-speak. Particularly those who are not bound to, or compensating for,
cultural beliefs that chain people to negative emotions and low vibrations. The
outsider in me still feels an affinity with the wiser souls just as it feels
wary of ‘whities’ who conform or live more by their animal instincts. As I keep
saying, the more an individual is the more I consider them to be a brother or
sister because unity more apparent even though the masses still seem to regard
unity as a result of lowering their heads in the sheep pen. We are experiencing
the final stages of the dream, the last scene of the old play, the old world,
before the final curtain. Suffering now has a specific purpose: it is something
to wake up from. It is something we want to wake up from now that the Light is
here and can enter our hearts, minds and bodies more easily. Learning to think
and be more conscious now has an immediate effect on our energy and, therefore,
potential for happiness. It makes us more aware and places the choice of
remaining stuck through fear or facing ourselves in clear view. It is therefore
harder to deny or run away the issues and we now have more of an incentive to
attend to them.
So, now I guess I am back to occasional incidents like this which means
there’s no longer anything ‘to write home about.’ Although…I’ve gotten in the
habit now!:
August 24 (2010). Passed a tall young black guy
wearing a hoodie and he expected me to get out of the way. Once I realised his
intention I didn’t turn my body bagua-style until the last minute, narrowly
missing him. As he crossed the road behind me he said something like ‘Fuck you
brov’ and I just let out a loud laugh. At least he’s not one of these pussies
who always have to hang around with mates or in a gang and are rarely if ever
seen alone just to feel more confident and compensate for their insecurities by
bullying people who may be alone and more content and/or courageous in their
vulnerability as individuals.
I passed a black street preacher outside the station one day in March
(2011) and heard the words, “You’re clean outside but inside you’re dirty.
Dirty. You’re dirty.” Mmm, charming lady, I thought, and expected her to be
there regularly but never saw her again (thank God!).
15 April 2011. I was in the local supermarket and a
pretty young black lady told a middle-aged Asian man off as he was about to
weigh his shopping on one of the automated machines. She told him there were
two queues, meaning that he was pushing in ahead of her instead of waiting in
his own queue. He mumbled that he didn’t know and went to queue up at a manned
till. While I was weighing my items I just quietly mentioned to the girl since
she was at the machine next to mine that there is always just one queue, not
two. She said she didn’t know that because she doesn’t go there very often. I
said that at least she would know for next time. She then said she was glad she
wasn’t from here because she does not like some of the people one encounters. I
cannot remember her exact words but there was an interesting psychic flourish
at the end of her sentence. She meant Asian people but could just as easily
have meant people like me. I think she realised this when she paused either to
see if I responded by believing she was referring to people like me or to see
whether I was somebody who merited equal disapproval for putting her straight,
not quite believing I could be just pointing out the facts without any hint of
judgement or criticism whatsoever. Essentially, however, upon reflection, she
was waiting to see if I registered her meaning and agreed that Asian people (or
older ones) are generally detestable.
27 June 2011. A hot summer’s day. I stopped at
the pedestrian crossing (traffic lights) on my way into town and came to an abrupt
halt on the kerb. The young black lady who was talking on her mobile phone just
behind me to the left suddenly screamed, pretending that it was for the benefit
of her friend on the other end of the line. I turned around a smirked, telling
her calmly that she could have killed someone. In fact, I believed at the time
that was what she intended! Like, perhaps she thought I was an Eastern European
and made a mistake, suddenly realising that I was about to step into the road,
but I often do that, stop there at the last moment without slowing down because
you can’t really see if there are cars coming until you get there anyway since
the crossing is on a tight bend. After we had crossed the road, the young woman
spewed all kinds of abuse at me and I just laughed which seemed to shut her up
quite effectively because it seemed to me that she was one nasty psycho! In
retrospect, however, I think she was just an excitable – and loud – drama queen
who exaggerated the apparent danger of my sudden halt on the edge of the
pavement as if I myself was indulging in a little drama.
I don’t want to give the impression that it is all bad living here. I
have good relations with black and Asian people out and about on a daily basis.
People are people, generally speaking, and all are my brothers and sisters. We
are all one and we are all Love, deep down, in Reality. That is the truth that
underlies all experience and interaction in the realm of duality. Indeed, it is
all that matters in reality. Also, I may judge many of the strange and annoying
things that people do but usually this soon turns into love and laughter of the
situation is not deliberately disruptive which, thank God, it usually isn’t.
I sat behind a very drunk Australian guy (who kicked his last glass of
beer over on the floor) in a comedy club once and, when fellow countryman Benny
Boot was on the stage doing his hilarious act, this guy said, in a voice just
loud enough for the comedian to overhear in part, that he was too white for an
Ozzy (later, he told me he meant that Mr. Boot is not tanned). Benny chuckled
and responded by asking if this was some kind of reverse racism! Like: ‘Oi,
white guy!’
Benny Boot
Master Kan (Philip Ahn): If while building a house, a carpenter strikes a nail, it
proves faulty by bending, does the carpenter lose faith in all nails and stop
building the house?
Young Caine (Radames Pera): Then we are
required to trust, even if we are reminded of the existence of evil?
Master Kan: Deal with evil through strength, but affirm the good in man through
trust. In this way, we are prepared for evil, but we encourage good.
Young Caine: And is good a great reward
for trusting?
Master Kan: In striving for an ideal, we do not seek rewards. Yet, trust does
sometimes bring with it a great reward, even greater than good.
Young Caine: What is greater
that good?
Kahn [gently]: Love.
- Kung Fu (Season
1, Episode 5, ‘The Tide,’ 1973).
AIn
the time between now and when this technology appears in your world, seek out a
way to reach anyone you can with your smile, your heart, and your unconditional
love. Judge no one for their path or actions during this time. Forgiveness will
be one of the most important tools on Earth during these times. Figure out ways
to empower every person around you, no matter what your relationship to them
and without regard to your history with them or their status. Now is the time
to reach out and have your light felt on planet Earth in some way. Offer
assistance and empowerment to those around you, paying special attention to
those who may have fallen and have difficulty getting back in the game. In this
way, you will be the light at the end of the tunnel.
You
never know when you make the big connections. It is easy to look at another=s life and think of them as a low
vibration. Yet we tell you that it not possible to see another=s soul path and the life lessons
they have already mastered. You may be looking at a master in hiding and never
know it until you do something to help them in some way. Some of you think,
‘Who am I when I go Home? Why would anybody celebrate my life? I did not win
the Nobel Prize, and I did not create peace on planet Earth.’ But you never
know. It could be that the stranger your smile briefly catches in passing may
be the one who has the big hand that reaches out and touches the rest of the
entire world, who could not have done that until you activated and empowered
them.
This
is the time for you to carry your power as a conscious creator on planet Earth : the time to know you are an
activated Human Angel. You are the arms, legs and mouth of god. You reflect
that to people through your laughter and joy, and through the smile of a spirit
pretending to be human. This is what will make the difference in this
technology being able to take hold.@ - The Group (channelled through
Steve Rother, >Technology Download: A Cosmic Event,= 15 March 2009,
www.lightworker.com/beacons/2009/2009_03‑TechnologyDownload.php).
“True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his
life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.” - Henry Miller (The Time of Assassins; www.quotelady.com/subjects/strength.html).
“Andy (Ricky Gervais)to Maggie (Ashley Jensen): You have a
hate rating of 9.8. That’s one more than Hitler.
- (Extras, Series 1, Episode 5, BBC TV,
2005).
“For the
present, the comedy of existence has not yet ‘become conscious’ of itself.
For the present, we still live in the age of tragedy, the age of moralities and
religions.” - Friedrich Nietzsche.
Foot notes
1.
My somewhat less solid advice is to aim to establish a foundation of love which
includes gratitude and forgiveness and to be sweet. Then, if this comes first
for you through your intent and feeling, express yourself freely and hope for
the best!
2.During the first week of January 2010, I received the Dangerous Remixes Collection CD in the
post from Japan having found an affordable copy on Ebay. My old one gets stuck
on the best track, ‘Who Is It: Moby’s Raw Mercy Dub’ which is phenomenal and
certainly my favourite version of a Michael Jackson song (although it is far
from my favourite MJ song. ‘Invincible’ is certainly right up there while
‘Heartbreaker’ is the one I most enjoy dancing to). I walked to the Post Office
depot in the snow only to discover that it had to be collected at my local Post
Office which is a 20-minute walk away (since the closer one closed down…of
course). On the way, I encountered my neighbour from the house at the back.
This was the first time in eleven years that I had seen him out and about
anywhere (I pass his wife and daughter in the street regularly and we usually
smile or greet each other…well, I say ‘usually’: she stopped for a couple of
years after passing me on Halloween night dressed as Uncle Fester, with white
face paint all over my bald scalp and two large black eyes!). He was surprised
that I recognised him in his beanie (he didn’t stand a chance of recognising me
in my furry trapper but I was crossing the road to his side anyway) 3. I would add that Michael was sweet and
spiritual enough to get out of his own way. He was, as a result of this gift of
tuning into a higher dimension of consciousness, free to feel and channel the
music that brought joy to so many and which he could further ground so
magically through dance. He was also compassionate enough to intend this very
consequence. Matthew Ward said that Michael had demonstrated unconditional love
throughout his life including towards his persecutors with whom he had ‘soul
contracts.’ He explained that these experiences had, however, had a more
stressful effect on his physical health than had been anticipated. I mention
this because it does make me wonder if I myself have karmic soul contracts with
my antagonists here. To me, if feels more like I have agreed to these
experiences at a soul level both for my own growth and to aid collective society
in some way but that I may not have a karmic bond with these specific people.
Just certain issues to resolve and blockages to shift/emotions to release.
