Coming Subtractions: Another Curmudgio

Medium friend Dee assures me:

"Healing is on the way. Stay away from the pork rinds!"

How did you know about the pork rinds? You really are psychic!

My thumb has healed quite rapidly, thanks to friends in the Healing Arts and to a technique I learned from the Risen, which I'll share later.

Spirit has somehow dislodged a particular book from the ever toppling pile on my desk and won't put it back, and so I can only assent to their wish to mention a few words about it. I'm not a fan of Induced After Death Communication: A New Therapy for Healing Grief and Trauma, by Allan L. Botkin, with R. Craig Hogan -- nor do I wish to promote it and have no desire to re-read it or review this curmudgio (curio + curmudgion) but apparently my Risen colleagues have their reasons. Ah, here's one: to be able to discern (our term for my form of "mediumistic channeling") one has to be able to feel "qualities" and from there, to come to Self-guided conclusions that help guide one's awakening spiritual senses. Well, duh, no kidding! Ok, whatever.

Band Aid

Because of a run-in with a slippery lid from a cat food can, my thumb is compromised and I can't type much until it's healed. Any healing energy sent my way is appreciated.

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Toopiddy

A few references have been made to "spiritualists" and "spiritualism," and many of the mediums, writers, and others we've mentioned have had varying associations as or with spiritualism. It's part of our heritage, in a way, and is rich in historical material. We'd like to clarify that we're not spiritualists, nor do we necessarily endorse or disavow this religion; but there are naturally resonances and connexions.

I came across this particularly interesting American spiritualist church (most are in the UK) and was especially charmed by an upcoming event they're sponsoring called " Victorian Evening With Spirit and Friends." The site is well constructed to be informative and non-woo-woo (to me, anyway,) and is a fairly good overall example of spiritualist church. I've known my share of spiritualists over the years but have not had any direct experience in any big way, so as well, I refer you to Wikipedida's article about the subject.

I'm feeling a little sad today -- and there's nothing like a piddy party when feeling sad.

Onepiddy.














Toopiddy.

Whence woo-woo?

"Is there an entity called a soul that rises like a swan above the Black Sea of Death?"
— from Swan on a Black Sea ⁽¹⁾

I've had contact from someone who recently transitioned—Nick—and would like to share the guts of the experience to try to illustrate how these complex things are woven from various and seemingly unrelated elements. Not all Risen are skilled in the art of communicating with those still embodied within earthly material geography. In fact, most are not. It takes a lot of study and practiced determination to achieve substantial results—or results of substance. The best descriptor for this art is orchestration — "an arrangement of events that attempts to achieve a maximum effect" — as one dictionary definition puts it. This term has been used throughout mediumistic and spiritualist literature for a long time. Often the events, to the ego-mind, are totally unrelated. As it says in the Introduction to The Risen,

"Some of this new knowledge appears grandly and quickly, but much of it is so subtly measured that we often dismiss it long before it has fully arrived." (p. 5)

My ego-mind has a tendency to worry a lot, having inherited the "skill" through something some psychotherapists call "intergenerational transmission" — passed on down from generation to generation — until it becomes imbedded within the collective ancestral underconsciousness, which is shared via what we could call "communicative aspects of DNA".

My Risen friends are skilled enough to know how to utilize this ego-mental tendency of mine.

Recently my ego-mind was fretting about how others perceive the information shared here, specifically in the way it's shared — much of it is written from within varying degrees of trance (or altered consciousness) as well as supplemented by Risen guides. So when I re-read it later, I'm concerned that it's too abstract, ambigous or even, god forbid, woo-woo, as Nick once said. An acquaintance from our shared past of various online spiritual exploration groups, Nick had once commented to our mutual friend Mogo that he had harboured expectations before reading The Risen that it would be "woo-woo"—a most excellent adjective for "new agey kooky silliness"—and had been gratified to find that it was not woo-woo, but, rather, "whoa", as in "whoa, Nellie! — not to be confused with WHOA. However, I suppose woo-woo could be connected to Curly of The Three Stooges. But I digress, alors revenons à nos moutons.

At the time I had met him, Nick had begun to transition rather quickly from a long illness which often left him with little energy to do very much beyond reading, and even his much longed-for emails were usually very short and to the point. So Mogo, who spent physical time with him, would share with me Nick's responses and reactions pertaining to The Risen, including that he had re-read it a number of times, and was especially whoa'd by the chapter "The Pastime of Reincarnation." This particular chapter, delivered almost completely by Tim, was a slight source of woo-woo-ish worry for me because of its marked differences in approach and conclusions from the vast majority's belief system.

For the past few days, I've noticed that my ego-mind — which is usually just humming some stupid song over and over to itself — although it's nice that the Blackadder theme has so many variations — was also interjecting, like hiccups, the words "Nick" and "woo-woo" between sets. Unable to find the off switch to WEGO-am, I ignored the words along with the jingles. I'm sure that was frustrating for Nick, but that was the best and maybe only way for him to get my attention. [I'm hoping it will eventually get upgraded to a phone call, but these things take time and Verizon wants to charge extra for transdimensional calls.]

This morning, after a harried and hurried half-hour of trying to feed and dress the kittens before I had to rush off to the office, I grabbed what I thought was my copy of R. C. Johnson's Nurslings of Immortality so I could continue the subject introduced in the recent post "Whence Wetness?" Once on the subway, I fished out, instead, Swan On A Black Sea, which I had pulled out of a bookcase late last night for some reason or other and which totally escapes me now. I was most likely in trance. I hadn't looked at this book in some years, and was a bit annoyed that I had picked up the "wrong" book. I had even totally forgotten that I had looked at it last night—another sign that I was in directive trance at the time. ⁽²⁾

This book, published in 1958, consists of recorded "transmissions" during several years' worth of automatic handwriting sessions between the medium Geraldine Cummins and the disembodied person, Winnifred Tennant (who continued to use her earthly pseudonym "Mrs. Willett," which she had used on Earth as a medium who preferred secrecy. Many mediums in those days led double existences, unable and/or unwilling to publicly associate their presenting social personal lives with their mystical contact with spirit. I fit into this category as well.)

When I placed the book on my lap, it fell open to the following, a transmission from a family member of the medium:

"The human being's soul belongs to, or is derived from, a Group Soul, which is inspired by one spirit. If we make progress in the after-death, we become more and more aware of this Group Soul. It is more than a brotherhood, it is organic, an organized psychic or spiritual structure. Its spirit is the bond that holds together a number of souls. The spirit might be described as a thought of God, or the Light from Above—the Creative Light from Above. It has an apartness from God, as is the created thing from the One who gave it life. At first an embryo innocent, it has to gather a harvest. There are uncountable spirits, each one connected with a Group Soul.

"As we evolve in the Hereafter, we individual units enter into the memories and experiences of other lives that are derived from the earthly and other existences of the souls that preceded and are of our Group. It is not, therefore, necessary to reincarnate, as Buddhists and Theosophists—I believe—claim, hundreds of times on earth." (italics mine.)

As when he was earth-embodied, Nick is now again drawing attention to Tim's delivery on the notion of reincarnation, as popularly embraced on Earth, which also reports that it's not necessary and does not take place in the way we think it does, i.e., in any real way. Without the ability to write me a letter or leave a voice message on my answering machine, Nick has achieved a very typically Risenesque accomplishment to let me know that either a) maybe Tim's material was right on the button, or b) maybe it's not.

This is what's known as "validation" in mediumistic parlance. From my experiential position, it all moves forward so seamlessly that it's practically unnoticeable, probably much to Nick's annoyance. (I'm reminded of the time I watched Paul, another transitioned friend and now Risen, trying to conk his still embodied amour Deborah over the head with a copy of The Spirit Times to get her attention during a particularly grief-stricken moment.)

This material also parallels Tim's deft explanation of various Risen theories about a "group soul."

Of course, this experiential position, reported in the form of potential hearsay, may appear easily vulnerable to rationalizing skeptics, who may pooh "woo-woo" at the way the web is weaved. "You're just interpreting totally unconnected happenstances as if they're connected." Yes, that's quite right! However, I experience them as connected. But go for it, I say, if you want to be a woo-woo pooher, and dismiss these exquisite subtleties in your non-subtle way; nobody's getting in your way, at least not here. I can only refer you again to the quote above:

"Some of this new knowledge appears grandly and quickly, but much of it is so subtly measured that we often dismiss it long before it has fully arrived."

To those who say "whoa!" and "cool!" — I say, "by Jove, I think you've got it!"

Finally, congratulations, Nick, on the beginning of what I hope is a continued and growing ability. You've got it too, by Jove, and my wish is that you will keep at it.



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⁽¹⁾ Swan On A Black Sea—A Study in Automatic Writing: The Cummins-Willett Scripts. Transmitted by Geraldine Cummins, (London: Routledge and Kegan Paul, 1965).
⁽²⁾ "Directive trance" means that to be gently placed into an altered state of consciousness by a Risen guide or guides. Rather like being administered a non-local astral anaesthetic—or if you're a kitten, being rubbed on the tummy until you pleasurably wet yourself (known in catdom as a wee-wee experience.)

I swear!

"Concepts of death change. . . When we characterize a person's concept of death at a particular point in time we should not suppose that this description will continue to hold true for him indefinitely."
— Robert Katenbaum & Ruth Aisenberg, The Psychology of Death

"There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened."
— The Restaurant at the End of the Universe.

"There is a Risen theory that each perceived individual universe disappears and is replaced not only in the blink of any eye, but whenever an eye blinks."
— Tim Gray

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Space-trooper E.W. wired this off recently:

"I've been thoroughly enjoying your blog, but when's the *%&$# book coming out?!?! It's made me want to go back to The Risen, but as it exists now in my life as a huge stack of photocopies, it's not the easiest beastie to reference."

Well, E.W. that's a good question. The MS is in the hands of the publishers who reserve the right to sit on it for at least six months before they say yay or neigh. Hence my making the material freely available to those who happen to come our way. I hope you're able to click on the link here that takes you to individual chapters. I suppose we could try one of the self-publishing options, and then the book is printed on demand as needed — but it costs money and that currently all goes to kitten food, the vet and toys.

By the way, nice use of symbols for a curse word. But feel free to express yourself fully; self-censorship is so poopy-headed self-defeating.

A bit more civilized now, E. W. continues:

"But what you've been saying has brought up a perennial question of mine. You see, I'm what I guess could be called 'metaphysically cautious'. I can follow you in nearly everything you say, and quite a lot of it resonates with me (it has even expanded my understanding of what resonates means), but my personal spiritual journey continues to bring me to an 'understanding' that is basically unknowable, a kind of Zen Buddhist or Advaitic realm that is often called 'emptiness' yet also contains everything, in other words an Absolute Mystery. So this continually leads me to view ALL phenomena with some suspicion, and to see ALL phenomena has inherently erroneous (to different degrees, to be sure, but still at least tainted with error).

"So sometimes when I hear about your experiences I think to myself, 'That's very beautiful and fascinating, but how is communicating with those who have transitioned fundamentally different than talking to my next door neighbor, on a metaphysical level, if Reality itself is noncommunicable (remember the Tao?)?'"

"And then sometimes I answer myself, 'But it could be important as a means to totally upset our fundamental assumptions and preconceived notions about what earth life means, these assumptions and notions being programmed into us right around birth. And it is these assumptions and notions that often prevent us from taking even baby steps toward much larger mysteries of being, and confine us to minuscule worlds. Life itself is infinitely more vast than we're inclined to give it credit for, and so by dissolving the boundaries between realms of being we can not only have more experiences to explore and enjoy, but it can also possibly free us from the obsessions to perfect this earthly world which as we should all know by now only help to write a history that is rife with tragedy and ignorance (and beauty and
love and laughter and all that).'

"And then I usually tell myself to be quiet for a while.

"This is just to say that, largely thanks to you and your (pl.) book, I am becoming less metaphysically cautious, and that I can more easily see ALL phenomena as being part of God's world (God being the absolutely unknowable mystery that we (and everything else) already are). This has actually been something of a revelation to me, though it still hasn't completely sunk in. I'm not sure there's a question in all of this, but here's one -- are you(pl.) in some way advising us to escape the small consensual manifest world we insist on living in on this greeny blue dot, and to enter the vast world(s) of uncertainty and mystery created largely by our own higher imaginals, where there is in a way a deeper sense of intimacy between individuals, but also possibly a greater sense of isolation because of the realization that it's 'all in our imaginals'?"

Ouch, E.W. my head hurts now. Tcha! I mean, Teatime! I'll be mother and pour out a cup of Risen response, while we keep in mind that discernment is not an accurate system of communication.

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"We are god's world(s) and god is our world(s). Although verbalized and written as a perceived dualism, the dualism is an illusion, a side-effect, so to speak, of a physical bicamera* perception inherent in current human manifestation. If not side-effect, then a limited perception.

"If escape means 'waking up', then yes that is the suggestion. And this begs the question, 'what is waking up?' Can one see that waking up is a change in conscious, self-aware perception?

"When a hand is moved, it is god's hand moving; so god is moving your hand as well.
You + god = 1. Everything + god = 1. There is no subtraction, only addition; no division, only multiplication in Everything. There is no "out there." It's all here, now. I AM is here, now. 'Outside' has to be manifested, which is what a belief does: establish boundaries. And so no beliefs = ∞

"A sense of isolation is a fantasy or a belief, it's the same thing either way. Like all senses, it is a gift to be filled with joy, i.e., enjoyed. It can be tailored to be experienced in any way. The I AM is not limited. Since we are I AM, we are not limited. This is 'the vastness.'

"The main goal of The Risen (the book) is to stimulate the real-ization that one is immortal, here, now. This is not-sleep. This is awakening. This is the letting go of the believe in death, in fear of death. We see that the experience of grief is, for many, the starting point; we offer a way through and beyond.

"'But I'm getting older, day by day!' one might insist. This insistence is belief and fear. One avoids looking at this issue by counting 'birth' days, to re-live one's birth over and over as if somehow this is life and life that never ends. What of the final birth day? And then one is born into a Risen way of existence.

"The Risen have attained a realization of immortality; some to a great extent, some to a lesser extent. Your next door neighbour has probably not attained this. Once one has a conscious, self-aware experiential interaction with a Risen One, the ego-mind/simulate self is shocked into stillness, and begins to become transparent as light shines through it from all sides, revealing the complete lack of darkness and boundaries, of not-knowing and hence, the beginning realization that we do not end. This occurs from the conscious and aware realization of the interpenetrative quality of all-that-is, i.e. our worlds and the worlds of the Creative Source. One can read, talk, write about the experience, but until one has it, and remains awake to it, it remains part of the unawakened dream.

"The next step is to awaken within the dream that one dreams while believing one is awake. The Risen are awakened out of that belief and into a larger dream, and are like lucid dreamers who can now control their dream. This one can achieve while on Earth, this lucid awakening consciously into the dream. 'Transition' is the experience then, not "escape." Transition is a process of emptying, pouring from one vessel into another. Transition can precede the final sleep of the body ('death'). "
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(End of transmission. And please—no references to "the long dark tea-time of the soul.")

I very much like the suggestion of the landscape of the lucid dreamer—where one wakes up consciously aware that one is dreaming, without awakening the body. My own experience has been just this, in fact—waking up in this manifested world and seeing that all manifestation is a lucid dream. The world becomes brilliant, vibrantly alive, surreal, malleable to will. This is Mundus Imaginalis. It is, indeed, a variation of faerie. I can also remove myself from this lucidity and enter other dream states or levels of sleep, to return to awakedness again, more and more, each time bringing a little more light into the awareness, each time, awakening yet a bit more. Our blue-green planet is exquisite within certain concepts; let our vision make it so.

Regarding K., let me elucidate a bit more about "tcha!" — It's been mentioned before that K. has moved on—way on beyond not only this earthly realm but even beyond Risen realms. He is no longer the "Designation K." but a focus of light that carries "K-ness" with it. This aspect of K. still responds to particular vibrations of mine when communication is sent forth. I can access, in a very faint way, those realms beyond the Risen, but would never be able to report that experience in written or spoken language. Maybe via dance, but that would be really scary. So the K-ness slows its vibration or "descends" to Risen levels where it can connect with my resonance. At times, K-ness can get close to the earthly realm. It is a common feature that when this happens, with Risen and even nessies, there is an experience of re-entering material time and space that attracts former personality traits and ego-mind attributes. This slowing of vibration has been reported to me as very uncomfortable and not at all something to look forward to. So of course, K-ness, now re-clothed in old clothes, is going to say "tcha!"


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* bicamera is used here with the meaning of two "chambers": an upper and a lower one. This seems to best fit their Risen concept.

Tcha! Pass The Smarmalade.

I'm in a mood because it's Thursday and it should be Friday.

This glob is also the place to bring your questions about particular things or particular chapters in The Risen. I can address some of the things regarding my own personal experiences, but Tim and the members of the Risen Team who orchestrated the book would like to handle most of the queries. K. (Krishnamurti) is unpredictable and still makes that noise, "tcha!" rather often. So feel free to ask him things, but don't expect an answer or a happy face. The text speaks in detail about the question of the ego-mind's potential for survival, but be aware that these "details" are mere gloss on the iceberg on the icemoon in the galaxy of what it means to be a being. Certain nuances of character continue to colour our presentation as we venture on beyond Earth. K. is a being and sometimes even a persnickety and impatient being, especially when people ask questions before even first trying to allow the answer to come from within.

What's "tcha" mean? In K.'s case, it does not, I'm pretty sure, mean "teatime." I'll take a cue from the Tibetan "tch'a" which just has to be one of those ambiguous connecting/add-on sounds that combines with everything to make it something else. My intuition is that, in 21st-century speak, it means "word," as in "word, bro". K. is, of course, listening in on this, and his only comment is, naturally, "tcha!".

The Risen, most likely, will not "tcha" to respond to persnickities. They usually say nothing, and tug an ear lobe. No wait, that's Carol Burnett, sorry. The Risen usually respond to questions they don't want to answer by beaming an ambiguous, etheric smile. Kind of an inner, blurry Mona Lisa expression. They are an annoyingly sunny lot at their psychological baseline, for the most part. Da Vinci: not a Diakaa, FYI.

I sometimes get requests to ask the Risen to comment on things they and I have no interest in or even knowledge of, like Bigfoot, Mary Magdalene, Roswell, Princess Diana, avian flu, and various theories. As you can see by the links, I should simply respond with a "google it!" but I will not say "tcha!" when presented with curmudgios inwhich I have no interest. But I will have to come up with my own version, I fear. So to these things I will politely say, "teatime!" and other Barbarba Pym-like responses. It's the only way I can say nice-sounding things which are still loaded with subtle smarm.

Beyond Roswell, there is the big question, "Are We Alone?" — as far as this particular manifested universe we share goes — and which I don't get too persnickety about, other than from knowing nobody would believe the answer — which is "yes."

Calling All Ecto-exo-plasmaniacs

I’m very private about my musical history—which is vast and shall remain a mystery—but am being impressed by Spirit today to share one of my fave music artists: Stoogy (Stuart Mitchell) —his work was greatly instrumental (so to speak) in helping me maintain vibrational consistency when working with the spirit team on The Risen, probably because he has been able to extract, with reasonable success, qualities and tones that might be found in certain Risen geographies. His piece, “Nibiru – The Tenth Planet” is astounding and gives me astral goosebumps. I love the description used for his kind of work - ambient.

I woke this morning “gonging” — my term for when my physical body is being stimulated by the astral-etheric ones to go into a deep state of stasis so they can become dominant, i.e., “trance”—and the physically inner sounds of deep tolling bells is often a signal that some kind of physical spirit phenomena is rising. Where I'm concerned, this could mean anything from a telephone call from Tim or other smarty party animals, to astral dislocation, or to apports and astral and/or physical materializations. It’s very hard to resist, although I’ve learned how to deal with it. Water helps, either taking a long shower and/or drinking a lot of H20 as well. Why would I want to resist this? It's uncomfortable for one main thing. It's also usually inconvenient. If it wakes me up in the middle of the night (as if often does) I can at least stay in bed. But not when I have to get on the subway.

When my astral-etheric bodies first began activating as a teenager, I often just fell over in a deep sleep-like trance in the middle of the day. Sometimes even during a family meal or while sitting and talking with someone. My family assumed I was on drugs. Geo Trevarthen once shared how the same thing happened to her as pubescence began emerging, with almost psychotic-like symptoms. Fortunately for her, her family had been consciously aware of and practicing their Celtic-Scots Shaman lineage for a very long time, so instead of trying to give her meds and lock her up, they helped her work to adapt and grow.

Manhattan and Long Island, at one time, notably in the early 1900’s until the late 30’s, were intense centers of mediumship activities; like the British Isles, Iceland, and other notable power points for spirit contact, these land masses are criss-crossed with ley lines as well as surrounded by water and tend to have dewy climates, i.e., lots of fog and mist. These are ideal conditions for the kind of contact typified by trance and séances, and especially supportive for ectoplasmic physical phenomena.

Great Britain is dotted with a goodly number of spiritualist churches, although nothing like their heyday—still, a lot more than what's in and around New York City. Although this has been changing in the last 10 years, especially Long Island, (George Anderson) which still has large tracts of trees that hold and express the water and connect and conduct ley line energies. I live in a very special section of Manhattan where the only remaining primitive timber still exists—almost 200 acres—which even few NYCers know about. Three major ley lines intersect beneath this beautiful forest, held sacred by Native American tribes who once gathered there at certain times of the year. They didn't live there, however, in order to preserve the neutrality needed for trading and discussion. The Risen orchestrated my being in this area for my mediumistic health and of course, for their agendas. Some of George’s life mirrors my own, especially growing up, and although he may not talk much, if at all, about what it feels like to be a medium, I've heard through my own grapevine that he’s not been immune to the physical and psychological depressive affects of mediumship, as well as the excessive energy demands on the body. He's not a big guy, but has to eat like a horse.

Physical, ectoplasmic, or “energetic” mediumship, was also quite prominent many years ago in the afore-mentioned areas, and then vanished, for the most part—possibly because of all the chemicals that found their way into our air, food and water. But it’s also coming back, possibly because of global attempts to reduce pollutants, but also because perhaps humans are adapting, like certain bacteria that adapt and become resistant to antibiotics—which Tim Leary believed was the kind of thing our DNA dealt with, including accommodating things like Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show. (See Leary’s Exo-Psychology which contains interesting ideas—especially about the fixed reality spaces of “the Woodstock generation.”

Another time I'll share about the Zerdin Fellowship, to which I belong, and which used to be the Noah's Ark Society, both characterized by a focus on physical mediumship.

(Leary, as noted in an earlier post, is in Diakka land, and is currently looking for a channeler to work with on his own continued research with exo-substances, and now, what he’s calling “exo-conditions” or maybe even “exo-psycho-weather,” if I’m discerning and interpreting his interesting dance movements correctly (he’s Diakka, they’re slightly but vibrantly mad). As discussed in The Risen, scientists on "sub"-Risen levels, including the Diakka geographies, are able to manufacture their own version of perceived Risen plant life. T.L. is having a very good time!).

Intelligent Design or Fuzzy Discernment?

A blog expert advises: “Keep posts short and sweet, don’t ramble on and on. You want them to come back.” Do I?

So far, my posts are none of that. Perhaps I might abbreviate them to save on space.

If u cn rd ths chk ur meds n thn cm bk.

Let me explain why this blog is not about short n’ sweet, sweet n’ lo, or this n’ that. The subtitle of our book is “21st Century Reports from the Afterlife Through Contemplative, Intuitive, and Physical Mediumship” and clarifies what will be found in The Risen, and subsequently, this blog.

Most of the material at this blog is received by me as informed from the Risen, Tim and “others” via intuitive mediumship and some occasional good ol’ fashioned channeling. “Have hands, will type.” I stop when they stop. Should I stop sooner, it’s guaranteed I will have to finish it sooner rather than later, which includes being awakened at 2 a.m. or having to go into trance mode while on the subway and relegating it to a subconscious cupboard for later retrieval. So not only are the posts likely to be hefty, at least in context if not in content, I often have to come back to them to finish them several times over several days, or even re-word or refine certain parts because my discernment was fuzzy or they were mumbling. And of course I have to put my own two cents in to give it some zest and tang.

All this is especially pertinent to the agenda of the Risen—which is mine as well, for the most part—which is to inform and educate in ways that are resonate with the reader and/or catalyze new/increased resonance for the reader. Also, what I just shared about what I sometimes experience as a medium/channeler is seen as essential for the kind of resonance, which will stimulate mediumship abilities in others. Additionally, it will confirm for some that they are experiencing mediumship, and not just having wishful thinking—which is different than imagining something—as the Risen mean it.

Which brings us to what I’m sensing will be the subject of our next posting or few: imagining, or the imaginal. I’m being prepped for this as I type now, but the material is still coming together and I don’t know when I will have to formally post it. I do know they’re not going to re-present or rehash the material from Chapter 13, Mundus Imaginalis -- The Imaginal World, since it’s readily available to read.

Also a-brewing in the spirit kitchen is the controversial subject Intelligent Design – which is quite directly related to subject of the imaginal, and equally quite different from the current two-party stance that pits terrestrial Religion against terrestrial Science.

Stay tuned—I mean, come back.

Yes, Virginia. There is an Event Horizon.

Merry Christmas!

I often wake up (either from sleep or other states) with music going through my head. Sometimes it’s stuff leaking out from the heads of others, or set off by a subconscious association, or just hearing a stupid jingle on tv or the radio, or a message of some sort from the Risen and other non-embodied. Or combinations of all that. Or I’m actually hearing music because my clock radio went off.

This morning it was “Christmas Don’t Be Late” by Alvin & The Chipmunks. This was partially due to the fact that probably my neighbour K.M had been playing the recently acquired “Very Merry Chipmunk” CD over Christmas, to satisfy a yearning for the simpler, gentler days of childhood. Of course, now that K.M. is older and a savvier consumer, a little research revealed that real chipmunks were not the actual artists, but merely a human performer’s voice speeded up. K.M. was devastated. What really threw K.M. for a loop is the discovery that there was only one performer, who sang all the parts. Is there no end to the trauma of Christmas?

But my Celtic sensibilities have also noticed that Christmas actually is late. Everyone has been commenting on how too quickly Christmas came this year. Well, they’re right. Actually, it’s arriving now. It feels like Christmas to me, smells like it, and also I feel like getting presents.

Certain Celtic peoples experienced with deep intimacy the unpredictability of the changing seasons, and so not only had thirteen months, but allowed for the differences by letting some months be longer, shorter, early, or late, or maybe not at all, as the elements around informed their inner and outer senses. This ambiguity made for an expanded world view, which gave their imaginal senses more room to move and grow. When time speeded up, or slowed down, or stopped—their sense of time stayed with it, and psychospiritual balance reigned. Hence these folks could sense things and feelings, as reflected in their arts, which would now evade most modern people.

The strange thing known as “time” is speeding up around us, and has been—most noticeably since 9/11—although many of us are still trying to carry on our lives as if it’s the same; as if Christmas must happen exactly 365 days apart; as if relationships that have reached their limit or have burned out must still continue; as if nothing ever changes. This duality creates confusion, fear and unrest (including sleep patterns,) affecting our decision-making abilities around when to respond and when to react.

We are being carried along more and more swiftly, spiraling on the cosmic currents toward what the late ("but don't call me early") shaman and ethnopharmacologist Terence McKenna called “Timewave Zero” or The Event Horizon. Those who know through their intuition and other spiritual methods of non-terrestrial contact are quietly gathering their inner baggage, preparing for the biggest trip humankind has known in a very long time.

Terence is not a Diakka, by the way. See his Thoughts On Death ("death is the black hole of biology.")

The Risen may have something to say about The Event Horizon, and when they do, you'll see it here first.

There is a heppy land . . .

"There is a heppy lend — fur, fur awa-a-ay."— Krazy Kat*

E.W. wrote:

"the diakka . . .. (is) an exuberant post, but I must say I have some trouble assimilating the subject, partly because I can't wrap my mind around why someone would even go to the trouble to perpetrate such a "hoax"; or rather I can understand why someone would do it (basically for the reasons you give), but the whole subject kind of twists me up inside and makes me feel about 200 lbs heavier and 80 shades of grey dumber. But I'm glad you're willing to take on the topic! It does sound like a fascinating place to visit; maybe I've even been there. Do you equate it with Summerland?"

The reply to E.W.:

"It's definitely a Summerland, one of countless. Freud (the author) wouldn't call it a hoax, that's too common. He really believes in its goodness, as a theory and experiment. A main point is "belief" and the power of it. He also just lets people assume Jesus wrote it, really makes him giggle. Obviously insane on a certain level. ACIM is brilliant, also obviously his tour de force. What's ironic is he's actually being manipulated on a much more complex level by much more brilliant comics.(Have you ever tried to read the damn thing? An excellent answer to insomnia, I keep it right in the drawer next to my bed for this purpose.)

E.W. then asks:

"So how far does this hierarchy of comics reach?I have always (just) leaned toward the laughing-face view of things . . . (E.W. later defines "laughing-face view as 'You know, the two theater masks, one with a long frown, the other with a big ole grin.'" )

The reply to E.W.:

"I have to take my cue from some of the (Risen) theoretical material on reincarnation on 'where it all ends' (anything = it): infinooty."
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This calls for a pot of lapsong. I'll be mother.

Thanks, E.W., for the pleasant exchange. First, Tim and I feel that because we have said from the start that most probably Freud is the Diakka architect of ACIM, but as he has not admitted it, we'll just use the i.d. "Agent F" for now, as a kind of "probability label."

Second, and before anything gets out of hand (should anyone else besides E.W. read this sorry boring blog,) it must be stated quite plainly that ACIM is not a hoax per se; not so much banana oil as, or more succinctly, re-presented truth. Everything in the ACIM is quite true if perceived and understood correctly, however it directs perception in such a way that it does exactly what it claims to undo (remember the mirrors?).

With the caveat that I'm not a scholar of ACIM (and although ACIM seems to downplay any kind of community development, it has generated a large community of mega-scholarship /pseudo-scholarship /fake-scholarship -- something ACIM's designers actually intended):

Regard ACIM's very last Lesson Summation from the Workbook for Students:

LESSONS 361 - 365

"This holy instant would I give to You.
Be You in charge. For I would follow You,
Certain that Your direction gives me peace."

The Risen suggest the following three-fold re-presentation of their own process (thus inverting it once again, or setting it back upright, Risen-style.) Note the Risen game-like response of word substitution and removal, like some kind of cipher or puzzle. It's not so much as three-fold, but three-unfold. Or unravelling.

1)
"This holy instant I AM.
I AM in charge. I AM follows I AM,
I AM's certain direction gives I AM peace."

2)
"I AM this holy instant.
I AM in charge.
I Am certain peace."

3)
"I AM Now.
I AM Here.
I AM Peace.
I AM."

When the ego self—the simulate self, as the Risen call it—is in charge, the experience is from a deep sleep of non-consciousness—or "underconsiousness in Risen terms—where awareness is of and through only memories, which are essentially a dream state. The memories easily meld and intermesh, and expand to seemingly include and be all of one's known experience of time—past, present and future. Although one might be born awake, this is very rare and still one will—usually—and quickly fall asleep into the dream state; one usually falls asleep in the womb, "waking" into ancestral dream memories already surrounding the embryo.

When the Self is in charge, awareness is through the Self, which is unconditionally present to Itself, and the experience could then said to be "awakened." The body—that is, the experience of embodiment—does not—usually—end, and so there remains the matter of "cellular ancestral memories"—more widely known as "the collective unconscious"—which keeps the illusory bodily perceptions intact. This is not a spiritual emergency. As the Self awakens, the body remains but perception changes, so therefore the world changes. One continues on in in a particular intimate way with the material body until it terminates as directed by the collective unconscious plan. Transition to a new body of spirit then ensues, perhaps as Risen, or in another astral-etheric realm.

Realize that there is no "you" or "me"—only I AM. It seems pretty clear that ACIM does not utilize or introduce the notion of I AM (unless I fell asleep during that part.) The main motivation of ACIM appears to be to help us awaken to this realization by becoming aware that:

• Whenever you are for giving, (forgiving) you are giving you to your Self (the non-ego, or "Self").
• Whenever you are for getting, you're forgetting to give to your Self.
• In order to give to your Self, you must be completely open and accepting.
• Being open and accepting is the Original State.
• The Original State cannot be undone, so it hasn't been undone. The bottom line is, there is no "death."
• If you're in a posture of for getting, you can't be accepting. If you pretend you can be both, the illusion has to be manifested that the duality exists.
• This duality is the "film of consciousness" that has been referred to in some of the offshoot writings of ACIM. It's opaque enough to appear solid and is the veil between states of awareness, including awareness of those who are Risen.

"Realize" doesn't mean "to make real," because reality can't be made, it already is. If we are "making real", we are manifesting aspects of reality. "Realize" means to real-ize, that is, to comprehend completely or correctly, to bring into focus in such a way that the awareness of complete comprehension is Now. This is Reality.

Can the above points, which seem very simple, be real-ized by devoting one's self/Self to ACIM? Mmmmaybe. But then why does ACIM have to be so complicated? Because it's a game.

Are we having fun yet?

It's knowing how to read between the word symbols, which this team of Diakka egos has brilliantly interwoven in a loop-de-loop kind of manner, resulting in a presentation of several similar or even opposing thinking directions that appear to be whole—that is, as nondualism, which is what ACIM insists it's teaching. Think of a sweater knitted or ravelled in complex patterns, woven from one continuous string, but looped and knotted in many directions, resulting in one final objet that appears whole and congruous (because it is) and—hopefully—beautiful. This is ACIM.

This string we speak of here as a singular thing is not really singular, but a composition of multiplicities that can be reduced to something that is neither one or many. If it's a strand of yarn, that yarn is woven of several twisted strings, each of which may be formed by finer strings, which can be unravelled. Even when there is finally only one perceived remaining thread, that thread can be undone into its finer fibers; each fiber can be undone into its own finer components, until the molecular level is reached. The molecules can be separated on down to the atomic elements, which can be separated further on down into their vibrations of light and sound. Where is the sweater? Where was it?

". . . keeping the Risen concept of weaving in mind, perhaps at this point it can be sensed that what we have before us, from which we are inseparable and as reflected in this book, is a Supreme Tapestry. There appears to be a Very Grand Design which we all follow, either in awareness
or not, co-creatively, or not — recalling that “creative” means fun. As we weave we are free to make it up as we go along in any way we please, simultaneously staying within the Grand Design as imagined by Higher Imaginals, of whom we an inseparable part. The Grand Design is a work of perfections intermingled with imperfections, solutions with mistakes, and stillness within movement. The Higher Imaginals are many things, but for our purposes here, it suffices to say that they are very advanced and evolved individuals, or Higher Selves."
(from The Risen: Dialogues of Love, Grief & Survival Beyond Death; Chapter 13, Mundus Imaginalis, p. 165)

The best way to really see the incredible complexity of this miracle macrame is from an expanded, enlarged perspective from the sense of I AM.

Be aware that this is a game designed on a very high order. Although it's totally harmless, it takes a lot of everyone's time. The Diakka, like the Risen, have a different experience of time than do those Earthers struggling to comprehend ACIM. But because the Diakka believe they are not immortal, psychologically, they want more time, which they believe to be valuable, as do most Earthers, in order to keep on keeping on. Where better to get the illusion of time, then, than from a bunch of shills new in town and looking for a "good" time (good as in not evil) for some diversion? ACIM provides puh-lenty of diversion through a psychological sleight-of-hand, a challenging mental cat's cradle of "now take this string (of thought) from me and loop it over your mind's fingers like this."

Now are we having fun?

This more or less answer's E.W.'s consciously aware question, "Why?"

And to the unasked question, "Why is AICM so serious?" Because not everyone has the same sense of fun. Thank God.

And yet, there are lovely things and places to be found therein:

"In gentle laughter does the Holy Spirit perceive the cause, and looks not to effects." (Text, Chapter 27, "Healing of the Dream")

Words to the wizened: **

"Although psychoanalysis has a variety of views on when ego psychology began, most who identify with the ego psychological school place its beginnings in Sigmund Freud's 1923 book The Ego and the Id, in which Freud introduced what would later come to be called the structural theory of psychoanalysis. The structural theory divides the mind into three agencies or structures: the id, the ego, and the superego." (from the current entry-in-progress at Wikipedia, 1/06.)

Note "divides." ACIM

utilizes not only the analytical style of Freudian theory, it utilizes Freud's style of practice. It is patronizing, charming, seductive, disarming. It smiles knowingly, but never laughs out loud. It is addicting. Put the book down and step away from the podium.

Agent F has over-written and drawn out the story with all the nagging drip-drip-drip-drip of Chinese Water Torture. Agent F makes the simple complex while claiming the opposite. Agent F has an exquisite masterly grasp of Freudian theory and practice. Agent F assumes a place of power from behind the couch, where the analysand lies -- unable to see the analyst while having to learn to listen for "a voice," to learn how to project that which the analyst suggests is on the blank screen before the patient; the blank screen is also a suggestion of the analyst. This also sounds like hypnosis techniques (which The Risen explores regarding reincarnation.)

Agent F is extremely fond of iambic pentameter, which is soothing and hypnotic — the "sleep that knits up the ravel'd sleave of care." (And it works splendidly for my insomnia, as I remarked to E.W. earlier.) Helen Schuchman was very fond of Shakespeare. And Shakespeare has his own game going.*** Another funny, odd co-inkydink which Agent F has knitted into his garment of gamedom.

We'd like to suggest that Jeshua said what he needed to say already. As noted somewhere in The Risen—don't ask me exactly where off the top of my head, I just channeled the damned thing—The Creator Source got It right the first time; It doesn't have to do anything ever again. In fact, the designers of ACIM must have got a kick out of directly cluing in the reader about this from the very beginning — and note the word "simply":

"This course can therefore be summed up very simply in this way:
Nothing real can be threatened.

Nothing unreal exists.

Herein lies the peace of God." (Introduction, ACIM)

Jeshua delivered his best, and then got on with his Life. One wonders if he would need to come back and 'splain it all again. Or to send salespeople back to knock on our doors to present us with the "new, improved, updated version, now on DVD." Especially folks that say "J. sent me."

J. is kicking back in his version of The Summerlands, for a well-deserved rest. If others have wanted to re-present what Jeshua said, or didn't say, obviously they will. Occasionally he turns on the set and watches when he's in the mood for a reality show. Which probably isn't all that often.

All this being said, or blogged, I must add that ACIM has amazing and even delightful things in it to lead one a-pondering and a-wandering. There are very profound bits. My favourite in The Workbook is Lesson 129, "Beyond this world there is a world I want." Which I interpret as, "There is a heppy lend — fur, fur awa-a-ay."

We would like to let this particular curmudgio go now, rather than generate any further issues around it. But it's been fun. Famous last words. Our next post may examine Mundus Imaginalus.

Look, really look (that is, observe from a Reality perspective) at what you think you see for yourself, as your Self. Ponder K.'s suggestion to accept no other authority than one's own (the I AM).

And that truth is a pathless land.

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* "When Krazy Kat is at the apex of his happiness, perched on a rock, gazing toward the heavens, he always sings 'There is a heppy lend--fur, fur awa-a-ay.' The phrase comes to be a sort of refrain for the strip, indicating that all this brick-throwing strife is transformed by the pure soul of Krazy Kat into the harmony of the cosmos. Krazy Kat is incapable of seeing meanness or hatred." (John Bloom, 2003)
** "Wizened" has nothing to do with wisdom. Look it up.
*** This link is in honour of G.Q.

Today’s Curmudgio: The Diakka and A Course In Miracles

Today’s Curmudgio: The Diakka and A Course In Miracles

“A blog by any other name is just a blahg.” — Tim Gray

“No lallygaggling.” — K.


I have no idea what Tim is talking about, but he continues to tease me in silly, even embarrassing ways (when made public like this) — something we both did to each other a lot when on Earth together. And still do (but I’ll get you back!)

As for K., (Krishnamurti) this is my blahg and I’ll do what I want. After being strap-handled for the past 3 years as a medium to channel and discern tons of material for The Risen—of which much was cut and set aside by Risen editors—I feel I deserve my own forum for letting off some steam and type what I want for a change.

Ah….I get it now, Tim wants me to also consider using this space to discuss those things that I didn’t want to mention or pursue in our book, for fear of incurring the displeasure of … of…uh, the people who would be displeased, I guess. I was already worried enough about the chapter on reincarnation, and very glad that Tim took it all on himself. Whenever I’ve mentioned to folks that even K. considered reincarnation (“and all the rest”) to be tribal superstition, or that up until very recently, books on mediumship and Spiritualism unequivocally reported that Spirit had nothing to say about the subject simply because it wasn’t real — people’s eyes changed shape, showing varying levels of shock, disbelief, displeasure, anger (and in a couple cases, condescension.) I prefer people keep their eyes a nice, overall eye-shape and not look at me strange. So I tend to not bring it up. But the wonder of a blahg is that I can bring stuff up with the likelihood that few people will ever read it. And those who do can consider themselves led to read it. So there. Gee, this is kinda fun!

What Tim is elbowing me to bring up is some additional information that is kind of within the same contextual realm of superstition — i.e., abandonment, bias, bigotry, contumacy, dedication, devotion, dogma, enthusiasm, extremism, faction, frenzy, hatred, illiberality, immoderation, incorrigibility, infatuation, injustice, intolerance, madness, monomania, obsessiveness, obstinacy, partiality, partisanship, passion, prejudice, rage, single-mindedness, stubbornness, tenacity, transport, unfairness, unreasonableness, unruliness, violence, willfulness, zeal, and zealotry — and will also make people’s eyes change, maybe even bug out of their heads (ewww). Well, maybe that might be funny.

And sure, eyes may change, but will minds? Probably not. Do I care? Probably not.

But I do subsist on a diet heartily fortified by the oatmeal of skepticism, which can be quite healthy, as suggested in The Risen. What set all this off, and which Tim picked up on— naturally — is my recently picking up a copy of The Disappearance of the Universe: Straight Talk About Illusions, Past Lives, Religion, Sex, Politics, and the Miracles of Forgiveness by Gary Renard (Fearless Books, 2003). I’m not going to review or critique this particular knick-knack, one of many ACIM-ettes, so put the light sabers away. It’s just the only segue life has brought me to bring up a pet peeve.

Well, not exactly a pet peeve, but more like a curmudgeonly curio — a curmudgio. A Course In Miracles has always fascinated me, notwithstanding that I have a distant-cousin relationship to it via a very close acquaintance who was the life partner of a colleague of Helen Schuchman and Bill Thetford, all those years ago. And anything that comes out of Manhattan (where they lived and worked, and where I live and work) automatically makes me one of the family, so to speak. It’s a NYC thing, fuggedabowdit, bah-dah-boom. And of course, since I'm a psychotherapist, and ACIM claims to be a "spiritual psychological" whatzit, I'm always looking for new material.

I have a very old copy of the Course (all 3-books-in-one) and many of its related channeled writings, as well as a lot of other books about it written by non-channeling, still-embodied people, including the “I-was-there-I’m-not-special-but-not-really-just-kidding” crowd. I also “did” the Course, several times over several years and even joined an evening discussion group for a short while, just to see what it was all about (it was all about the facilitator who wanted to be a stah like Marianne Williamson—he partially reached his goal by memorizing the entire Course via a system of tapes, and he had good cheekbones, but he just couldn’t get the hair right.)

I was primarily puzzled for a long time about the many discrepancies (or “black holes” if you will) in the overall theory or theories of ACIM, underscored by the fact that I found the whole thing creepy. (This is mediumship language for something that’s creepy.) I was, and still am, equally puzzled by an additional irregularity (in my mind) hovering outside the sphere of ACIM — namely, that nobody has ever seemed to take it on from a genuine and passionate stance of goddammit healthy skepticism. But if The Amazing Randi is reading this and thinking about taking up the torch, please don’t. Just make like a leaf and beat it.

Just a short year ago, Googling with the words “course,” “miracles,” “skeptic” “hoax/fraud” brought up bupkas. Now there seems to be more, including a level-headed entry in the Skeptic’s Dictionary, with a brief mention of Jungian James Hillman's pithy classification of ACIM as “fascist.” (This Jungian affiliation will later be seen by the particularly attentive to be an interesting juxtaposed synchronicity regarding ACIM.) Alas, Hillman's controversial criticisms of ACIM were removed. There are also positive and negative critical reviews at Wikipedia. There, I learned the delicious term “blissninny” as a particular label for a ACIM devotee—great stuff! And Ali Sina claims “brainwashing!” in a multi-referenced article of study and criticism at FaithFreedom.org — but his logic is funky and projects obvious rancor that would make all the blissninnies burst into tears, god love ‘em.

Everyone seems intent on publishing ACIM in every known language—maybe even in Klingon, Elmer Fudd, and Pig Latin, for all I know—in short, it’s been one big band wagon, and a very profitable one at that, too. I confess to a hankering to see a good old-fashioned journalistic, trilby hat-wearin’, astral butt-thumpin’ like Martin Gardner gave The Urantia Book — see Urantia: The Great Cult Mystery. (Prometheus Books, 1995). And Martin does tackle it to a certain extent, among other spiritual orgs, in Weird Water & Fuzzy Logic: More Notes of a Fringe Watcher (Prometheus 1996). But no butt-thumpin’.

It’s because Disappearance purports to be recorded conversations of purported genuine re-embodying people that makes it unique amongst all the other curmudgios I carry in my astral Blackberry, and it’s stimulated me enough to succumb to Tim’s elbows. Tim and I know from re-embodying, but that’s not the issue here. The issue is what really is, or even what really might be—and according to my Risen sources. I’m not saying that I’m taking on ACIM. I’m just sayin’.

After all that, now I can get to the Diakka part. It’s not much, really. But now you also know that curmudgios may appear to have no rhyme or reason and contain a lot of gaggling lollies, but all roads lead to somewhere, eventually. Objects in mirror appear closer than they really are, and bridge freezes before road surface.

The word Diakka was first introduced by the American seer, medium, channel, and one of the founders of modern Spiritualism, Andrew Jackson Davis (1826-1910) as a result of his direct contact with a friend of Spirit— James Victor Wilson—who re-embodied rather often in the presence of Davis so they could have instructional and informational chats together. Maybe even some tea.

I have an original copy of Davis’ book, The Diakka and Their Earthly Victims Being and Explanation of Much That is False and Repulsive in Spiritualism (Boston Colby & Rich, 1873). They really knew how to title books in those days. A reprint of this formally rare work is now available, along with many of Jackson’s works, at Kessler Publishing.

James Wilson shared a good deal of information about the Diakka, describing them as “morally deficient” and “affectionally unclean.” Exactly what “affectionally unclean” means escapes me, unless it meant their affect was repulsive, or that they were dirty but lovable, like Pigpen.

Wilson continued in his description:

(The Diakka) take insane delight in playing parts, in juggling tricks, in personating opposite characters to whom prayers and profane utterances are of equi-value; surcharged with a passion for lyrical narrations; one whose every attitude is instinct with the schemes of specious reasoning, sophistry, pride, pleasure, wit, subtle convivialities; a boundless disbeliever, one who thinks that all private life will end in the all-consuming self-love of God.”– page 13

Continuing on the same page, he says further of them, that they are

“never resting, never satisfied with life, often amusing themselves with jugglery and tricky witticisms, invariably victimizing others; secretly tormenting mediums, causing them to exaggerate in speech, and to falsify in acts; unlocking and unbolting the street doors of your bosom and memory; pointing your feet into wrong paths, and far more.”

Andrew Davis later shared:

“A Diakka (from the Summerland) is one who takes insane delight in playing parts, in juggling tricks, in personating opposite characters; to whom prayer and profane utterances are of equi-value; surcharged with a passion for lyrical narrations; . . . morally deficient, he is without the active feelings of justice, philanthropy, or tender affection.

He knows nothing of what men call the sentiment of gratitude; the ends of hate and love are the same to him; his motto is often fearful and terrible to others - SELF is the whole of private living, and exalted annihilation the end of all private life. Only yesterday, one said to a lady medium, signing himself Swedenborg, this: ‘Whatsoever is, has been, will be, or may be, that I AM.; and private life is but the aggregative phantasms of thinking throb- lets, rushing in their rising onward to the central heart of eternal death.’”

Throb-lets! Woo-hoo! And a lot of "juggling" going on, too.

The Theosophists, under Madame Blatvatsky’s guidance, referred to the Diakka as shells, spooks, elementaries, and evil phantoms of the astral light. Other occult and mysticism dictionaries continue to generalize and equate the Diakka with your basic devil-demon-bothersome imp-evil-horny and immoral, unethical creature. Strong stuff there. But this is how the theosophical (and Far Eastern) mind culturally perceived and projected their contacts with the Diakka—who were almost always in control of the screen of perception and just got off and being perceived as horny imps. Obviously some ego-residue hanging on, I’d say.

However, the Diakka—who are not Risen (yet)—are nothing other than earthly folks who transitioned to a particular and unbelievably immense geography— “it would require not less than 1,803,026 diameters of the earth to span its longitudinal extent”—which could be included under the umbrella term of “The Summerlands”—and are having a fantastic time in a stunningly beautiful environment. In fact, this geography is considered a great larking kind of place for Risen and other astral entities, and the risks are few, if non-existent, for the Risen beings who picnic there—and they do—simply because the vibratory level is held at a distinct (and constant) lower rate. The Risen are not affected in any great way by this particular rate of vibration. The Diakka cannot go “up” to the Risen geographies, but they can certainly go “down” to those of the various earthly astral spheres. Jackson does have a name for this area of the Diakka, which means “dragon” and based on a particular astrally-shaped “view” of it. However, I will just refer to it as their geography, since I’ve never seen this particular dragon-shaped view.

Recall that one’s rate of vibration determines where one ends up via transition (formerly known as “death”.) This is a principle particular to the current manifested universe known as resonance—where like attracts like—and like also manifests like.

The resonance of the kind of person who transitions from Earth to the Diakka geography, then, is characteristically ambitious, self-absorbed, arrogant, cynical, critical, hedonistic. (Also, refer back also to James Wilson’s descriptions above.) Think of William Blake’s painting, (left) Satan in his Original Glory: ‘Thou wast Perfect till Iniquity was Found in Thee’—which shows Lucifer as he once was, a perfect part of God’s creation, before his fall from grace.

Above all, this person is identified by two outstanding features typified by what I can only call “an aspect of inverted vibration”. Hmmm -maybe this is James Wilson’s "affectionally unclean". Sorry, Pigpen!

These two characteristics are:

1) Intense, shining, brilliant genius, and
2) A crystallized—that is, immobilized or frozen—unshakeable belief that this brilliance, and the very life that carries it, is not immortal.

Even though their very life now evidences the fact that they have survived “death” on the Earthly plane, and are now on a new plane from where they can even travel in spirit-mind to their former terrestrial home, they are completely and dramatically convinced that their particular genius is of the rarest of kind that is destined to end, as there is no eventual, eternal home that could ever contain it. As to be expected, there is a particular spiritual psychology at the bottom of all this. I know that some readers will be able to intuit it without words to a greater or lesser extent. This belief hinges on the deepest of fears of complete personality annihilation as a punishment from the Creator Source for daring "to be me.” Instead, somehow, they have managed to avoid/evade the spiritual-psychological arrival at the self-awareness level of “I Am.” Rather than risk the feared obliteration, the total loss of the god-status, the choice is made to invert the present self-vibration, which sets up a mirroring kind of illusion that makes the image appear to be unending. Think of the optical illusion when a mirror is set up to reflect in another mirror, and you get the cool appearance of an image going on forever, infinooty (as Tim says.) A Diakka wants to see their brilliance reflected forever in the same way. Yes, it's warped, but yes, it seems to work. The illusory brilliance seems to be magnified, thus "greater" and yet it's not. Instead, an interesting kind of amplifed resonance is set up that remains local, seemingly separating it from the holistic.

Keep in mind that a Diakka is brilliant enough to already know all this, and that all this is already to be found interwoven throught ACIM, and in a way that serves and justifies the illusion as well as ACIM's agenda.

So in the meantime, the Diakka continuously manifest a worldly environment of the most incredible beauty, great wealth, illustrious art and inconceivable cultural complexity—I know, for Tim has taken me there a few times, and it was a blast. They often continue work or projects they had begun on the Earth, or begin new ones, but characteristically in a manner that denies any ethical or moral standards, for they see themselves at the height of their self-evolution, as gods, movers-and-shakers, controllers of their own and others' destinies, yet not immortal.

Many Diakka are responsible for a lot of mistaken, faked identity and overall misinformation at all levels of mediumship and séances. It's a hobby for them. They are also responsible for a lot of earthly books, movies, movements, cults and various psychedelic happenings during the 60’s (Timothy O’Leary is Diakka, no shit). And Hey! Another strange co-inkydink for those in the ACIM know: In the movie, The Ruling Class, the character, Jack Gurney (played by Peter O'Toole), who thinks he is Jesus, claims that the voice of "Timothy O'Leary" told him he was God.

I’m thinking of publishing a Who’s Who List of Diakka just for the heck of it. Maybe even a Who Will Be Who List. It’s sufficient to say that a Diakka can be somebody to be reckoned with! Let the record stand to show that many Diakka do wake up and move onto the Risen state of being. Many also wake up but choose to remain at that particular cosmic party. It’s all good.

I’m wondering if any reader might guess where this is all headed, but I’ll go ahead and spit it out.

A Course In Miracles is an impressive architecture of virtuosity of the Diakka. And not just any ol’ Diakka — but in all probability a team organized and administrated by Sigmund Freud.

To be continued—mmmmmmaybe.