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Character cannot be developed in
ease and quiet.
Only through experience of trial and
suffering
can the soul be strengthened,
ambition inspired
and success achieved.
Extra notes during this period.
So, after I invite her for tea and a chat and mention my book,
El Phaba makes loud noises and walks around in shoes again. And, after I ask
her to go back to being quiet, as she does for months on end and did for
practically a whole year in the beginning, she makes even more noise - a lot
more noise.
Yeah, this got a bit heavy. After that day when she read my
letter, El Phaba was making as much noise as possible and it was unbearable!
She was wearing her shoes at home and dropping things on the floor again (as
well as slamming the front door) since we spoke. She was also doing this after
I sneezed or she heard me do something else. She was putting shoes on at
various times, not to go out, and stamping hard with the heels as she walked even
without shoes. It could be quiet for most of the day or evening and then she
would put her shoes on for a while. Afterwards, I could hear her walking
quietly again (if she puts her shoes on to keep warm why does she remove them
again? LOL). There is a difference between stomping around in bare feet or
socks and walking very loudly wearing shoes. She was wearing shoes a lot.
El Phaba was really going for it now! She was very destructive.
I ended up shouting and throwing things at the ceiling! I therefore found
myself surrounded by irritation once again. Perhaps she was offended by the
accusation, or suggestion, that she had been wearing shoes indoors
intentionally whether she was or was not. She might also have perceived me as
being soft and unable or unwilling to defend myself. I don=t
think El Phaba realised I wasn=t
going to stand for her going on a power trip. If she hadn=t
made SO much noise I would probably just continued to have endured it. Perhaps
she wanted to see what would happen. So, basically, what she meant was she is
entitled to make as much noise as she likes when she walks around. She has made
it very clear that she intends to make as much noise as she wants. It=s
not >intentional=
- oh no! It is deeply selfish, ignorant and inconsiderate. Her attitude says, >Fuck
you. I don=t
care how much it disturbs you=
(exactly as I speculated somewhere in my letter). She is no longer being
inconsiderate but downright nasty. She said that she was not doing it
intentionally but the fact that she=s
doing it intentionally now suggests that she was being consciously
inconsiderate previously, that she absolutely feels she has a right to make
such a racket at my expense and, basically, that she is as selfish and ignorant
as I suspected, although much more so. I was not accusing her of that. I just
wondered if she was being inconsiderate and not caring. This is more than an
aggressive reaction to my letter and an excuse to unleash some of her own anger
by taking advantage of my supposedly weaker position on the ground floor.
4D warfare: people can generate an incredible amount of tension
and negative energy by making loud noises in this kind of environment. It is a
form of psychological torture which is actually employed by the military. If it
is conscious and intentional then it is born of hatred, anger or aggression and
inflicted on others who are, surely, perceived as being vulnerable and
defenceless victims (and, in our so-called >civilised society,’ not protected by any
law). Shoes can be used as weapons as can TV and even babies! The sound of
someone plodding about upstairs wearing shoes (if the ceiling is >thin=
or insufficiently insulated) is nightmarish. Such behaviour is ignorant,
selfish and downright mean. Millions of people around the world are enduring
this kind of disturbance, without knowing what they can do about it, without
pooling their solutions and awareness, without being united. Connecting with
each other would result in an improvement to their situation of some kind at
least. I am sure that online networks must be evolving out there by now.
”The more
you are motivated by love, the more fearless and free your action will be.” –
The Dalai Lama.
I am just so glad I did not ask El Phaba if she would mind
removing her shoes at home months ago if this is her response! People who don=t
like being asked to behave more reasonably and responsibly because they feel
morally superior or free to give no consideration to others are perhaps afraid
of change; that is, they don=t
want to change or to consider that there is room for improvement! They feel
that they are beyond reproach even though they are selfish or ignorant in some
way and react defiantly without love or compassion. They are closed, not open.
It then becomes a matter of, >Well,
if you carry on that way, these are the consequences because it will be
necessary for me to launch my deterrents, however effective they are, or to
release the tension you are causing or triggering in me.=
To see someone whom you know and have connected with
harmoniously in the past behave so despicably is so sad. It does cause me to
feel a degree of compassion. Walking around so loudly in shoes, dropping
things, laughing at me, as if that will hurt me in some way. It is also another
reminder that I should not even be living in this place. I do believe that she
might have become hardened by the loss of her old job and that she is now all
out for herself, as they say, focusing on her career ambitions, her desire for
money, power, security, whatever. You know, you have to take into consideration
what they are doing to themselves as well. What underlies their need to project
their unhappiness on to you or makes them act so selfishly? Either they don=t
feel that you count or that they simply can=t get past their own limited, separate
egos even on this level; a little breathing space and a modicum of awareness
and courtesy. Some people who don=t
feel special or important themselves, who have low self-worth, appear to walk
over others just for kicks, just to feel more important than someone else by
comparison to the strife or lower quality of life they themselves may have
caused or added to.
Oh yeah, I ended this period of madness after a few weeks by
playing very loud (mostly goth) music for half of that time; that is, I tried
less extreme methods of persuasion initially but they had no effect. Great
chance to get really into Southern Death Cult again actually and dance around
like a maniac. Once Fabala stopped making such a noise I felt it was in my best
interests overall to quit the habit. Sure, I was enjoying myself at her expense
and that of the other neighbours, but I prefer a quiet, mutually-respectful
existence. Of course, if I had the money to go and buy a house some distance
from other people (and lived alone) I would just let rip sometimes because
there would be no one else to consider. One needs to behave according to one=s
circumstances, to respond in the most appropriate and mature and intelligent
way - with integrity and awareness. I choose harmony over conflict and I prefer
civilisation to chaos, although balanced civilisation, not one in which people
are forced to relinquish their freedom and are controlled through fear.
"'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.
'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat. 'We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.'
'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.
'You must be,' said the Cat. 'Or you wouldn't have come here.'"
- Lewis Carroll (Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Macmillan and Co., 1872).
British people, I feel, are such split
personalities culturally by Order of the State. I am certain that some kind of
deal, be it conscious or unconscious, was negotiated with the
robber barons in the centuries following the Norman conquest. The arrogant
aristocracy established a superiority complex which ensured their survival and
gave ample momentum to its power, gathering all subsequent generations like a
rolling boulder flattens anything in its path and prevents anything green from
growing on itself at the same time. In a feudal society, the ruling classes not
only control and exploit the masses but apply pressure to their own kind to
conform and toe the line even if you wish to rebel against the System. >United
we stand. Divided we fall=
has been the motto of all empires. It is the principle of power at a price,
power over others not only at their expense but also through a degree of
personal sacrifice in terms of identifying with the War Machine, or Club or
Corporation. Of course, if you=re
a complete bastard (megalomaniac) and care only about power anyway (as many a
pompous patriarch have), you will not mourn the loss of piety and petty,
feminine concerns and qualities such as conscience, inner peace, feeling, love
(particularly true self-love), wholeness, dignity, truth and collective unity.
AYou
gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really
stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, 'I have lived
through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.' You must do
the thing you think you cannot do.@
- Eleanor Roosevelt (U.S. diplomat and reformer, 1884‑1962).
The consciousness of the British is torn between duty and
independence, fear and freedom. We have inherited a deeply ingrained >understanding=
that there is a heavy price to pay for our space and freedom but that it is
worth the sacrifice. We are an enslaved people doing our best to survive under
oppressive conditions which would be much worse if we behaved more defiantly.
We have accepted that we are slaves for eight hours (or more) a day during
which time we identify with the System as required by our rulers. In return, we
have traditionally compensated for this agreement by preserving and taking
pride in our personal pastimes - not that everybody wants or allows themselves
to particularly for the purpose of self-protection since the promise of
pleasure, purpose and peace in contrast to the prospect of pain and oppression
of dedicating such huge chunks of our days to someone else=s
regime while those in a privileged position enjoy the best of both worlds.
Viewed from this perspective, the saying, >an
Englishman=s
home is his castle=
implies that those who actually live in large, comfortable homes extend a
degree of empathy to those who do not. Rather, they understand that we
islanders can be controlled more effectively if we feel or believe that we are
expressing our potential or enjoying ourselves outside of work, at home in the
evenings or going out at the weekends. Although the powers that be also do
everything they can to rob us of our money, freedom, power, hearts and minds in
our spare time as well and they have shared and used technology most
effectively towards this end in recent decades.
AIn
most countries, when they finish a house, architects move on a little farther
and build another that is different. But in England, when they=ve
finished one house, without wasting an inch of space, they promptly stick an
identical one right next to it - with the same bricks, the same bay window, the
same little garden, the same doorway and the same furniture. In fact, only when
he sees his wife=s
face - and even then assuming he hasn=t
stopped at the local on the way - can an Englishman be sure he=s
really home.@
- Pierre Daninos (The Land of Hide and Seek, quoted in Laughter is
the Best Medicine, The Reader=s
Digest Association Limited, London, U.K., 2005, p.108).
El Phaba went back to removing her shoes at home until July
when she decided, for some reason, to mount the bulldozer again. In June, >when
it was all quiet on the Western Front,=
I was starting to relax and feel more compassion for her, more concern. I
reflected on the fact that she has been quiet in other ways. I still did not
really know if her periods of thumping around were >intentional.=
As my heart opened more towards her I gave her the benefit of the doubt and put
the past behind me. I wanted to make amends and restore some of the harmony
that was once here. So, on 21 June, I decided to write and apologise because I
had assumed that she had remembered me telling her how loud she was in the
mornings (in which case she would have been inconsiderate and stopped caring).
I felt that perhaps I had been a bit paranoid and would have been better off
mentioning the disturbance sooner (unless, of course, her reaction would have
been the same anyway). I apologised for including a bit of complaining whilst stating my
request in the letter I had sent her in March. I told her that I was not >accusing= her of anything. I wrote something
like, ‘I mistakenly believed that what I=d mentioned ages ago about the noise
that wearing shoes created down here had registered with you and I wasn=t sure if you=d forgotten or simply didn=t care. I didn=t mean it was actually intentional.
I=m
a bit slow - it=s only after we spoke that I
realised my mistake and then your subsequent actions meant that I withheld my
apology. I=m
sorry if I offended you. I never meant that.’ I wrote the brief
message in a pleasant little card bearing a pretty maroon and yellow flower (a
pansy, I think...haha). On the day after leaving this card for her on the stair
where I leave her mail, El Phaba dropped a heavy object on the floor at 9 a.m.
which was very, very loud! I didn=t
know what to think! It was a clear statement in response to my card and it didn=t
>sound=
too benign!
“Clothes
make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.” - Mark Twain.
In the meantime, St. Germain had advised me to dance naked to
some of my favourite music each day (just to one track) as loud as I wanted to!
Initially, I thought this suggestion absurd partly because it would surely
provoke another war with the next-door neighbours and lead to the necessity of
playing loud music for much, much longer! However, when the cacophony of
footsteps resumed I decided to confine myself to this plan of action whilst
wearing headphones at other times. So, on most mornings, soon after rising - and
before the woman upstairs got up – and before getting dressed! (the advice was
definitely aimed at this time of day since one is hardly likely to take one’s
clothes off for a 4-minute tune in the course of one’s daily activities) - I
played just one track that I wanted to dance to: usually either >Red
Alert=
by Basement Jaxx (the really cool Steve Gurley Mix) or a Southern Death Cult
song (I particularly enjoy dancing and pogoing like a maniac to >God=s
Zoo,=
the first track on the Death Cult album). I finally clicked, realising that the
intention was for me to spend five minutes of quality time with my Inner Child
each day. It was a fine way to start the day anyway, being so open and free,
playful and innocent, in the warm weather anyway!
"The
soul. Like the moon, is now, and always new again. My teacher told me one
thing, live in the soul. When that was so, I began to go naked and dance."
- Lalla.
St. Germain, of course, knew that Michael Jackson did not have
long left on the planet and was well aware of the connection between us. After
Michael=s
death I went back to wearing headphones for this daily ritual because one song
was not enough. His music, for me, is the best music in the world to dance to.
I would dance to several songs and ditched the nudity aspect at some point. I
was sending pink and gold light to him as I danced. I then joined a channelling
circle for a couple of months and one of the channellers started receiving
communication from Michael who had only required a few weeks of preparation for
such activity because, being so spiritually evolved and having expressed
unconditional love throughout his life he is right up at the top of the astral
planes, almost in the fifth dimension. Consequently, I have been communing and
bonding with Michael Jackson whilst dancing to his tunes pretty much on a daily
basis. I was also advised to ask, before going to sleep, to go and meet him at
night. Another consequence, is that I now dance with my head a lot! Haha. I saw
him very vividly again one night when I could not sleep, or kept waking up. It
was actually the night before some bad news arrived and stress courtesy of the
neighbours intensified dramatically. I saw him as he was around thirty
years-old I suppose and he was beaming brightly with a broad smile that made it
very clear he was in >Heaven=
and filled with happiness, some of which rubbed off on me for a spell
naturally. It was really like there was no dimensional veil between us. I felt
very inspired by the experience even though it had lasted only briefly. So, he
is around me at times and I know he communicates with me via his songs playing
in my head, the lyrics often being pertinent to the occasion. Desiring to share
the good vibes, I tried to persuade a couple of his fans on MySpace to tune
into him similarly but, of course, they thought I was stark raving mad! We ain=t
quite out of the Dark Ages yet. I highly recommend this practice anyway, if you=re
interested.
Retrospective notes.
“Find a
place inside where there's joy, and the joy will burn out the pain.” - Joseph
Campbell.
I feel that this advice to dance naked to one song I enjoy
dancing to each day, as loud as I want, was provided as a positive experience
for me whilst, at the same time, helping to remedy the neighbour problem
(Bashar and others, by the way, counsel us to use the word ‘challenge’ instead
to make the energy more positive and to raise our consciousness). It took me a
few weeks to resort to doing this; that is, I was eventually motivated by the
prospect of restoring peace and quiet to my abode the rest of the time. And, it
was not until November that I actually gave myself permission to behave so
selfishly each and every day. But it does me the world of good in terms of
energising me for the day. I believe that it clears me out a bit, centring me
in my conscious identity before I have a chance to sleepily wander around at
the mercy of my subconscious. The positive energy that this practice, or ritual,
generates helps to kick start the day. Yeah, it serves to energise and wake me
up more partly by remembering how good it can be to feel alive and actually
want to be on the planet! That initial experience each day. It was also
recommended because, since the Spring, the first thing I do after opening the
curtains is to stand with my arms held out and repeat a few brief dedications
and decrees at the window.
This is also reminiscent of the kinds of ‘tricks’ that Osho
used to help his sannyasins look beyond the illusions of the adult ego. Dancing
in the nude is not something I would do instinctively and I can’t say that I am
totally comfortable doing it either although that is compensated by the fact
that I feel the experience is doing me some good on some level (yes, a bit like
taking my medicine except that I get to enjoy myself at the same time and go a
bit wild for 5 minutes!). I realise that our outer garments help to reinforce the
identity of the ego and therefore also help to keep us attached to it. This is
a way to centre myself in my body and emotions (Inner Child) before my mind and
old identity start taking over. This means that some fresh energy enters my
system to enable me to move beyond the past before it takes hold. It helps to
prevent some of the old patterns from simply taking up where they left off and
regaining control. In a sense, I am a newborn baby on some level for a few
minutes each morning and this supports the new crystalline body that I am
gradually activating as well as my spiritual rebirth.
Knowing
is not enough; we must apply.
Willing
is not enough; we must do.
-
Bruce Lee.
I believe that the Ascended Masters know about the secret
connection between El Phaba and the people next door. So, it’s no longer just
me trying to deal with all these people – who probably know each other – alone.
The cavalry have arrived on the battlefield except that they don’t fight and
they point out (with a knowing smile) that it’s all an illusion! Nevertheless,
they do a little bit of empowering and then step back again. On many a Friday
night when she doesn’t have to get up in the morning, El Phaba has suddenly put
her shoes on and walked around for a minute or two after 11.30 p.m. or 12 a.m.
to make sure, I believe, that I’m awake. The reason is that she wakes me up at 7
a.m. each morning and I had told the woman who lived upstairs previously that I
cannot survive without at least eight hours’ sleep, so the conspirators next
door probably have that vital piece of information. Well, my new spiritual
practices and the fact that I set my alarm for seven each morning mean that
this is no longer relevant. That is to say, it is my intention to be in bed by
midnight (preferably by 11 p.m.) each night and to rise at 7 a.m. (preferably a
bit earlier).
I posted a MySpace comment to friends which included a version of
Franklin D. Roosevelt’s words, ‘Men are not prisoners of fate, but only
prisoners of their own minds,’ replacing ‘men’ with ‘we’ and ‘their’ with
‘our.’ A woman created a little blog for me and invited me to go and read it!
The blog included the following: “Fate or destiny or choice? ‘We are prisoners
of our own mind?’ ‘Freedom lies in being bold.’ Although...what about our life
lessons that push us to make a change in one way or another, ehhhh? Too narrow
minded. Take down those Walls, immediately...happiness is freedom.” I thought
it was ridiculous at first but, whilst being reluctant to respond, I soon found
it to be an interesting challenge. What did FDR’s words mean to me? This was my
response:
“LOL Where am I...Room 101?! Well, yeah, the third dimension is a
learning plane, a school. We are constricted in order to concentrate on certain
lessons, certain areas where we are not fully conscious or awake. So we are
locked in a prison cell so-to-speak by karma and confined to thought patterns
and often stuck with challenging circumstances we have yet to free ourselves
from. For example, it is certainly not easy for me to be happy right now when
my selfish neighbours are being noisy as Hell. Part of me is, deep down, but
here, right now, no. So, all this nonsense about living in the Now bringing
happiness...for me, it depends also on one's circumstances. To say that
happiness is not dependent on circumstances is to refer to a higher state of
mind than I have attained. I can try to be happy in this moment but my mind is
affected by the disturbance from next door (and they're doing it deliberately
btw...lol). There is no escape from them just as there is no escape from my
mind which is affected by the noise.
Haha. I've been
thinking about this for 10 years and I still don't know what the life lesson
is! I expect there are many lessons involved but none of them lead directly to
happiness! But they say that the soul sees how we are growing and therefore
looks upon our suffering with delight. I believe that can only mean that when
you're sitting in a prison cell and feeling like a wretch you are less likely
to attach yourself to your ego. You don't want to be that person who's
suffering so you are gradually letting go of your personality. The old skin is
dying and the new pattern, the new consciousness, is slowly developing and
emerging. But perhaps you have to wait till the dying corpse is finally dead to
be released and reborn...My options are limited. There’s little choice but to
endure this impotence, this imprisonment.”
After that, she posted a comment on my St. Germain blog, saying, ‘Yes I
agree, the key to eternal life is LOVE!‘
So, is my statement a judgement, a construct of my mind, or is the
racket really affecting me? If I think and feel love, does the feeling of
disturbance and tension disappear? No. But, I guess, if I weren’t trying to
concentrate on my work all the time, the effect of the rowdiness wouldn’t be quite so
acute. Perhaps it is a prompt for me to feel more, even if it’s torment, and
ultimately to remember to feel love. It might be wise to go with the low and
stop what I am doing, at least take a short break. I could go and do some bagua
or a standing pole meditation for five minutes and just be conscious and
feel…possibly feel the joy and love beyond the tension that has been caused. A
way of using the disruption for personal gain and finding a balance. But, the
shouting, jumping and talking loudly aren’t really such a problem. It’s gone
from being an occasional to a daily event and I am sure they believe they are
disturbing me more than they actually are. I can cope with that as long as it’s
not all the time. It’s unpleasant after a while but people are entitled to
live! (and perhaps I am doing them a favour by encouraging them to do something
other than watch television!). Even if they are doing it because I respond
aggressively when they turn their TV up loud nearer to the back of the house. I
much prefer this form of disruption; it’s by far the lesser of the two evils. I
read something by Daniel Jacob online yesterday saying that the Atlanteans
eventually developed their technology beyond the point where it accounted for
human feelings, likening them to the Borg collective. Evil is only ignorance,
just the result of entities who do not know how to Live and have everything
back-to-front because they are not conscious enough. Technology in ignorant
(selfish and irresponsible) hands certainly is a menace.
One’s primary focus each day, I expect, should be love so that thinking is reduced, or at least balanced,
and one feels more…feels more…feels more…feels more…You can know Being through
feeling (experience) and through pure awareness but not through thinking, which
is simply a tool for connecting and relating to the external world. At a higher
level, thought, feeling and being are simultaneous and indivisible.
Don’t dwell on things people do. Deal with it and forget...or forgive
and forget.
“HOW DO I STOP EMOTIONAL CHAOS IN MY LIFE? Spot your
lessons early. If you react to a person or situation, be are of it and let your
reaction go. If you don't let it go or you fail to notice your reaction, you
will continue attracting tougher and more traumatic situations, until you get
the message! Spotting it early means you don't get into horrendous traumas!
Don't bury or suppress your emotional reaction. If you do, you'll have to
create more situations to bring them to the surface again.” - Sandy Stevenson
(‘Is Ascension really happening?’ 9 September 2007,
www.lightascension.com/arts/isascensionhappening.htm).
"All Existence is relative, yet each person creates his own world
and perceives the world according to the state of his own mind." - Hakuun
Yasutani Zenji Dai Osho.
"Jesus
loves you...everyone else thinks you're an asshole." (Bumper Sticker)
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