Monday, May 24, 2010

No one can taste an apple for you.


One of the many scholarly references in The Risen is Psychological Commentaries on The Teaching of Gurdjieff and Ouspensky (6 volumes) by Maurice Nicoll — not the lightest of reading — and only a very small percentage of those interested in awakening from the imprisoned sleep of ego-mind might find these along the way. August is currently re-reading another of Dr. Nicholl's little-known works, The Mark, (1954) and would like to share a few paragraphs of powerful notions. Readers of The Risen may sense a recognition of some of the inward significances here.

"Consciousness is unshareable. Your consciousness is your own, mine is my own. Since consciousness is unshareable, the whole direction of one's life should be towards experiencing everything for oneself, to be conscious to oneself of oneself, to see for oneself and to be able to do for oneself. Only in this way is anything created in oneself, and once created it is one's own and is permanent and real. So everything is fresh, everything is new, everything is untouched and unspoiled by previous explorers ... no one can taste an apple for you. A description of how it tastes is useless. Just in the same way, in everything that really matters no one can really help you. Only your own power of seeing the truth of anything can help you — and it is exactly this power which we seek to throw away in the hopes of finding something easier. In every situation and problem, if we could go deep enough into ourselves — away from habitual reaction — we would know what to do, because we would light upon new meaning, and see the situation transformed."

"We rarely can pursue our own thoughts. The traffic in the mind prevents us. We do not individually join one thing with another, or see the truth of something for ourselves. The rush of associations, the continual reactions to life, are too powerful. Few of us will say we have built much inside. We have not recreated — re-represented — the world but left it in the form of a confused sensory image."

"The facts of life do not penetrate us deeply. The listener is continually misled by them. But some ideas can penetrate to depths that we have not previously known, and stir energies that we have never experienced ... Ideas different from the ideas one acquired from brute-life enter and awaken one's mind. And, listening, the meaning of these ideas gradually unfolds in his understanding. The first stage of a development of his whole being is set in motion. In his intimate conversation with himself he talks to himself in a new way, and the listener in him hears and begins to stir."

"But before any such thing is conceivable, man must feel that there is an internal side of the universe drawn in through the inner senses: that he lives outwardly in nothing but a world of effects whose hidden causes lead into the mysteries beyond all human solution and that in himself there are states unknown to him. For if a man is sense-governed, he is the wrong way round. He thinks sense prior to mind. Nothing internal can then belong to him: he has inverted the natural order. He will then deal with everything, ultimately, by violence. For the sensory object, taken as ultimate and highest reality, can be smashed, injured, blown up or killed. That is why materialism is so dangerous, psychologically. It not only closes the mind and its possible  development but turns everything the wrong way round, so much so that man seriously explains the house by its bricks or the universe by its atoms and is content with explanations extraordinarily poor of this quality."

Saturday, May 22, 2010

From the Archives: The Dream Continues

[First Published 4/27/08]

Initial immersion in a ten-week metaphysical contemplative endeavour has left me with little chronological time for much else beyond my already demanding day-to-day duties, while expanding psychological time beyond its usual parameters. Many non-embodied entities have found their way into this present sphere of spirit, to watch and guide me, or simply comment on their own studious observations. The only undesirable side-effect is a lot of light bulbs have been blowing out around me. Mental ghosts of seasons past — memories — have also risen in their own subtly tangible ways. My first true love, JGH, is one of these still-embodied ghosts and is spending time with me in the astral realms while the body sleeps. My other true love, the disembodied Tim, observes a personal vow of silence in order to assist me — part of his own commitment toward greater self-understanding and acceptance.

Part of The Risen’s title is the word “contemplative” as related to my mediumship experiences. Current contemplations have given rise to many open-ended questions — has often happens — leading me down strange new paths and up stranger old trees of immense girths and heights. Sitting on the end of one of the branches today, I’m reflecting that I really don’t know if I know anything. So much of my world changes around me — yet, do I?

Following are some very tiny fragments I’ve gathered so far (or not so far) from my contemplative experiences, about and with the Risen, to the best of my understanding, and as I now live on this Big Blue Marble. Sometimes I’m not sure I understand the living and changing nature of my own understanding. This will take some time to put into words. The words are subject to change, even if they appear to stay the same. These words are not written in stone, but manifested in the Aethernet. Note that ego is not discussed here. Death is only briefly touched upon.


There is no such thing as “death” – which is a misnomer for the way humans generally perceive a certain kind of life transition. There is only life and living, which never cease. Awareness of life and living can cease.

“Life and living” = immortality.

I am living my immortal life now – it doesn’t start after I “die.”

Life is one big now. “Now” is eternal, meaning now never ends. It expands.

Feeling the experience of “now” is to touch and then know my immortality. Spirit does the touching. As spirit, I feel this contact with spiritual senses.

Spirit, which seldom seems visible to us, is the prime reality from which all experience arises.

Spirit is what we are. Spirit is who we are. Our Creator Source is spirit. There is only spirit.

Our Creator Source created us, gifting us with the same experiences that It has — but one — which is that we cannot create. Creation is completed. We can, however, manifest anything that pleases us, without restraint or limitation to our heart’s content. The creative aspect of manifestation is that of re-creation, or recreation. This implies enjoyment. We cannot create ourselves, but we can re-create ourselves. To be creative is to have fun with whatever it is we’re manifesting.

Our Creator Source created us — gave each of us our self — to know Itself and to please Itself. We have been created to be just like our Creator Source, so this means we must freely give as well in order to experience being like our Creator. The only way we can know and please our Creator Source is by accepting this Gift. What we give is our acceptance of Its giving. Our Creator’s gift to us is our self. It is also true, then, that we are constantly giving our self to our self. When we accept our self, we are accepting our Source. If we are unaccepting of our self, we are unaccepting of our Source and therefore experience being cut off from self and from Source.

All feelings arise from joy or the lack of joy. Feelings give rise to thoughts, which then give rise to emotions. It’s possible to be joyous without emotion. Emotions are brief and transportational. They carry us from one state of mind to another. They can be held and/or extended, which eventually causes discomfort. Hanging onto feelings to keep them from moving, (change) is contraction and eventually causes the experience of suffering. Suffering seeks to expand and cannot be contained indefinitely, and may cause us to experience going out of our mind for relief. The body shuts down in some way when we go out of our mind. Letting go of suffering brings the feeling of relief, which is also expansion.

In my present state of terrestrial being, it appears that I manifest my life by projecting or perceiving; I can also project and perceive simultaneously. The manifested result can be joyous, or not.

This projection can rightfully be called a dream. A dream is an experience that consists of “the ten thousand things” as referred to by Lao Tzu (“ten thousand” is a finite way to verbalize the abstract concept of “infinite”). This experience is a dream because nothing stays at rest, but changes, changes, changes. What doesn’t change is our Source, which is Who We Are. At our particular earthly level, where conscious awareness is usually at a very minimal rate of vibration, the changes are primarily very slow, often imperceptible, and fleeting from awareness and in memory. At the Risen level, the changes are immediate and may seem spontaneous and uncontrollable if one is not fully awake.

Reality, as opposed to a dream, is at rest and does not change. Reality is our Source and simultaneously, our core being, from which the ten thousand things — change — the dreaming — arises.

Reality is at once an individualized experience and an embracing-all experience. Awareness of Reality from either position spontaneously gives rise to awareness of dreaming, which is awakening. The dream will continue to manifest whether or not one is sleeping or awake, but one’s experience will be vastly different as well, depending on the state of awareness. Conscious awareness, which is an awakened state, allows one to participate consciously and in varying states of freedom within one’s dream — essentially, one can change the dreamscape at will. Otherwise, unawake dreaming will seemingly generate a dreamscape beyond one’s control, although in actuality, one is still causing the dream to manifest as a direct result of one’s feelings and thoughts.

Choiceless awareness is an awakened, restful acceptance of the ten thousand things. This acceptance is also known as serenity. Serenity is the feeling of Reality at rest.

To enjoy something means to put joy into the experience, not get joy out of it. The feeling of directing joy into something is joyful. Joy is the energy we call “life” and is channeled through us and released into the world through us. We are the fountains and joy is the water, and the source of joy is the Creator Source, which is our source. We are joy. We exist as joy.

To know the Creator Source is to know oneself.

There is no such thing as judgment. It’s not awaiting us on the other side of this life. Nobody will be there or anywhere to judge us. One can only be one’s own judge. And even that is not necessary, so therefore, nothing to worry about. Because judgments change, judgment is not Real.
There is no such thing as “death” – which is a misnomer for the way humans generally perceive a certain kind of life transition. There is only life and living, which never cease. Awareness of life and living can cease.

“Life and living” = immortality.

I am living my immortal life now – it doesn’t start after I “die.”

Life is one big now. “Now” is eternal, meaning now never ends. It expands.

Feeling the experience of “now” is to touch and then know my immortality. Spirit does the touching. As spirit, I feel this contact with spiritual senses.

Spirit, which seldom seems visible to us, is the prime reality from which all experience arises.

Spirit is what we are. Spirit is who we are. Our Creator Source is spirit. There is only spirit.

Our Creator Source created us, gifting us with the same experiences that It has — but one — which is that we cannot create. Creation is completed. We can, however, manifest anything that pleases us, without restraint or limitation to our heart’s content. The creative aspect of manifestation is that of re-creation, or recreation. This implies enjoyment. We cannot create ourselves, but we can re-create ourselves. To be creative is to have fun with whatever it is we’re manifesting.

Our Creator Source created us — gave each of us our self — to know Itself and to please Itself. We have been created to be just like our Creator Source, so this means we must freely give as well in order to experience being like our Creator. The only way we can know and please our Creator Source is by accepting this Gift. What we give is our acceptance of Its giving. Our Creator’s gift to us is our self. It is also true, then, that we are constantly giving our self to our self. When we accept our self, we are accepting our Source. If we are unaccepting of our self, we are unaccepting of our Source and therefore experience being cut off from self and from Source.

All feelings arise from joy or the lack of joy. Feelings give rise to thoughts, which then give rise to emotions. It’s possible to be joyous without emotion. Emotions are brief and transportational. They carry us from one state of mind to another. They can be held and/or extended, which eventually causes discomfort. Hanging onto feelings to keep them from moving, (change) is contraction and eventually causes the experience of suffering. Suffering seeks to expand and cannot be contained indefinitely, and may cause us to experience going out of our mind for relief. The body shuts down in some way when we go out of our mind. Letting go of suffering brings the feeling of relief, which is also expansion.

In my present state of terrestrial being, it appears that I manifest my life by projecting or perceiving; I can also project and perceive simultaneously. The manifested result can be joyous, or not.

This projection can rightfully be called a dream. A dream is an experience that consists of “the ten thousand things” as referred to by Lao Tzu (“ten thousand” is a way to verbalize the abstract concept of “infinite”). This experience is a dream because nothing stays at rest, but changes, changes, changes. What doesn’t change is our Source, which is Who We Are. At our particular earthly level, where conscious awareness is usually at a very minimal rate of vibration, the changes are primarily very slow, often imperceptible, and fleeting from awareness and in memory. At the Risen level, the changes are immediate and may seem spontaneous and uncontrollable if one is not fully awake.

Reality, as opposed to a dream, is at rest and does not change. Reality is our Source and simultaneously, our core being, from which the ten thousand things — change — the dreaming — arises.

Reality is at once an individualized experience and an embracing-all experience. Awareness of Reality from either position spontaneously gives rise to awareness of dreaming, which is awakening. The dream will continue to manifest whether or not one is sleeping or awake, but one’s experience will be vastly different as well, depending on the state of awareness. Conscious awareness, which is an awakened state, allows one to participate consciously and in varying states of freedom within one’s dream — essentially, one can change the dreamscape at will. Otherwise, unawake dreaming will seemingly generate a dreamscape beyond one’s control, although in actuality, one is still causing the dream to manifest as a direct result of one’s feelings and thoughts.

Choiceless awareness is an awakened, restful acceptance of the ten thousand things. This acceptance is also known as serenity. Serenity is the feeling of Reality at rest.

To enjoy something means to put joy into the experience, not get joy out of it. The feeling of directing joy into something is joyful. Joy is the energy we call “life” and is channeled through us and released into the world through us. We are the fountains and joy is the water, and the source of joy is the Creator Source, which is our source. We are joy. We exist as joy.

To know the Creator Source is to know one's self.

There is no such thing as judgment. It’s not awaiting us on the other side of this life. Nobody will be there or anywhere to judge us. One can only be one’s own judge. And even that is not necessary, so therefore, nothing to worry about. Because judgments change, judgment is not Real.

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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Birthday Greetings


A Birthday Poem for our dear friends Billie & Marc,
with love from August & Tim:

Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.


Let the dead have the immortality of fame,

but the living the immortality of love.

Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty

that can modulate their isolation into a

harmony with the whole.


Life, like a child, laughs,

shaking its rattle of death as it runs.


~ Rabindranath Tagore


And lest we get too serious . . .

When I Am An Old Man I Shall Do As I Please.
I'll Not Cover My Mouth When I Cough Or I Sneeze.
I'll Put On A Shirt That Spent A Week On The Floor.
I'll Eat Five Or Six Cookies And Go Back For More.
I'll Burp And I'll Belch, Pass Gas With A Wink,
I'll Eat From A Dish That Spent Weeks In The Sink.
My Favorite Foods Will Come From A Can,
I'll Eat Every Hour, That Is My Plan.
I'll Forget My Zipper, Now That's Not So Bad,
For All You Know It Might Start A New Fad.
When I Am An Old Man, I'll Say What I Think.
I'll Tell You I'm Tired Of Bellies With Rings.
I'm Tired Of Noses And Tongues That Go Clink.
When I Am An Old Man I Wont Have To Brag,
No Special Colors For Me, I'll Be Starting To Sag.
My Color Is Gray, Has Been For Years.
It's The Color Of Hair That Grows In My Ears.
I Wont Need To Wear Red Or Purple You See,
I'll Admit That I'm Old When I'm One Hundred And Three.
© 2005 Bill Waddell

Flash, Rinse, Repeat

Our friend, Jack, responded in an email to the post about a certain psychiatrist's response to our book, The Risen. This is a presumably licensed professional who professes to use "alternative" methods, some of which reminds one of Victorian-type quackery devices like electromagnetic trusses and womb massagers.

"Save us from the bottom of the food chain in the medical profession. Calling you a fraud is a fragile (i.e., lame) attempt to appear to be open when one is not. Nice try, but those of us who know don't need to be convinced. This is what the "empirical mind" does very successfully. It will reference all experience into previous experience.

"This individual is also in my opinion a hypocrite. Here he promotes unconventional methods in his practice in which I would believe he is compensated. I'm not sure any of these are FDA approved. Below is a is a little excerpt from the "AlphaStim" FAQ page. Oy! "
Question: What causes the metallic taste in my mouth or flashing lights when using CES or treating on or near the head?

Answer: Close proximity to the nerves governing taste or the optic nerve in case of the flashing lights can stimulate these nerves causing the metallic taste or stroboscopic effect. This is not cause for concern and is normal in many patients. The flashing lights will go away when the stimulation is discontinued. If the metallic taste persists, rinse your mouth with water and it will go away.

Can anyone say "side effects" three times quickly? Not until you rinse your mouth out first.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Risen On Earth

Image © Mark Rehorst 2005


[The following is some as-yet unpublished material from a book apparently meant to follow-up The Risen: Dialogues of Love, Grief & Survival Beyond Death. Called "Risen On Earth," as far as I can tell — which isn't very far — it's in the aid of helping us still on the Earth with incorporating some of the ways the Risen experience life in their geography. –August]

The Risen would seem to have a lot of time to do some serious thinking. However, they don’t "have time” nor do they sit around thinking. They don’t think at all, in the way we think – if there was a word that meant “observe + experience + process x joy” it might begin to touch upon how the Risen use their minds – but not really. Already, one can see here that not only do we on earth engage in thinking, but in “thinking about thinking.” Thinking – as we think we know it – is a purely embodied utilization of the human brain. Once fully-transitioned to a Risen state, one is “engaged with Mind.” Because there is no “thinking” there is less margin, if any, ever, for error. There is a great deal of margin of error for embodied terrestrial thinking, which is the basis of suffering. Suffering is not pain, for one can have pain without suffering. Suffering is the ego-mind’s tongue probing the sore tooth of a simulate self’s worry – and remember that worry is about the future. Pain keeps us in the present, which is perhaps why we on the earth tend to learn from pain instead of joy, which the Risen bring to the equation “observe + experience + process.”

One error, as a result of thinking, which has evolved to a belief instilled in and transmitted by countless earthly cultures, is that somehow, in some way, suffering is good for us – “it’s for your own good.” It gives us an invitation to heaven, a ticket to God’s private Neverland, where it’s believed by ego-mind that we will never have to suffer again. Ironically, this belief does get us into Neverland, for there, we will never be able to be who we really are. True to its nature, the ego-mind believes it has come up with a way to use suffering for its own good, by rationalizing that this is something God wants us to experience. Therefore, we should “offer it up to God” who will then enter us into the lottery in the hopes we might get into Neverland. The more we suffer, the more lottery tickets we get, the more we worry that we won’t win, and the more energy we feed into hope. Even more mistakenly — and tragically — because we accept the ego-mind's purposeful misdirection, we retain and transmit to others the belief that "God wants us to suffer." And that God gets mad if we don't suffer — and suffer gladly without any complaints — because this somehow means we don't care about nor love God. Clearly, this kind of sad manipulation is not very god-like, is it?

"Hope" is contained within beliefs, about which The Risen points out “. . . are acceptances of others’ second-hand accounts—or hearsay—without our ever having actually experienced them.” (p. 39). Beliefs, hope, and suffering keep us out of the present, which is what the Risen experience as “time.” It goes on to say in The Risen, “. . . once we’ve experienced something for ourselves we no longer have to believe in it, because we now know. Having empowered ourselves with experiential knowledge, we are then in a position to choose to change or let go of beliefs.” This letting go of beliefs is part of the transitional awakening process to the Risen state, but it can also be a part of our earthly transition process to an awakened state: Risen on Earth.

How to begin to experience time the Risen way, which is to be awake and present to one’s continued expansion with Creator Source? We have also developed complex rituals and cultural systems to counter negative thinking, which over the millennia has devolved into any thinking that those authorities over us deem as “inappropriate” or “wrong.” So, is there ever “right” thinking? Only if thinking is finite and something within itself. But it’s not – thinking is a process, always moving, never static, always needy and seeking for more, more, more – even if “more” is thought to be the goal. But the goal is never reached, so thinking, a circular process, never stops. Once thinking stops, then we have arrived where we started – Authentic Self. And we actually never left Authentic Self to begin with. If we think that to stop thinking is the goal, we will never reach it. This is what K. means when he said in The Risen: “Those of us who are still circling in the slave’s walk of hope and are desperate enough to long for something better, a simpler life with less demands and more rewards, are often more aware of ourselves through the medium of our suffering.” (p. 225) Here, “ourselves” means the simulate selves, not Authentic Self.

To counter negative thinking, ego-mind has rationalized that we should cultivate positive thinking. This is like embracing anti-violence in order to stop violence. It seems to make sense, a kind of neutralizing effort or balancing out of numbers to reach a null state of rest. But both require thinking, beliefs, suffering. Can more suffering achieve less suffering, or no suffering? Here is the ageless dilemma of power. Power must be manifested through someone, and that someone needs to manifest their power through someone else: master and slave. It can be seen that one is dependent on the other, so who is really master, and who is really slave? Violence and anti-violence are also dynamics of power that are inextricably interrelated, as are authority and obedience. Authentic Self, is inextricably interrelated – or one – with Creator Source, and so has been given sole authority over Itself and dominion over all its manifestations – which are also one with It – and so has no need of such power dynamics. There is only one Power, which cannot be divided. To believe it can or pretend to do so is a delusion of the ego-mind; it does this by manifesting simulate selves.

So we have all kinds of systems, many of which appeared in the 19th-20th centuries, involving “affirmative thinking” such as promoting the opposite of something that only exists in the ego-mind. Instead, here’s a suggestion as an alternative to prolonging thinking. Utilize the ego-mind’s trick that says we must suffer and then offer it up to God. Whenever a negative thought or belief rises up in our mind, don’t counter it, or wrestle with it, or debate or reason or yell at it. Envision, in your mind’s eye, a simple but beautiful silver platter floating in the air before you. Imagine putting the thought on the platter and then letting it rise up into the air. Imagine a great big pair of hands coming down and reaching out to take the platter up and away out of site. Say “thank you!” Imagine a voice answering back, “No, thank you!’

If the concept of anti-gravity and heavy things floating is a bit too much for you to imagine, get creative (remember, The Risen defines “creative” as “having fun.”) Take the platter and put it into a dumb-waiter, and then push a button (or heave on some pulleys, if you still believe that you have to work hard to make something happen) and send it on up to the next floor above you. You can still yell “thank you” up the shaft if you like, and wait to hear “thank you” back. If you can’t come up with anything other than these two suggestions, ask your guides for help – they’re waiting. Maybe you can envision one of your guides as a waiter.

After one arrives at the solution to the first error, which is to let go of beliefs, the ego-mind will very likely attempt to counter this by putting forth a second error as “truth.” So we have the cultural myth that the really wise and serene people are the ones who sit in caves or monasteries or in some other isolated way, and do nothing but sitting there doing nothing. This originally was meant as a metaphysical allegory, a symbolic representation of Authentic Self, which doesn’t need to do anything, because it has no needs. “I need do nothing” is an all-powerful internal realization. Ego-mind, as it has so many other truths, has seized and distorted it for its own fear-based agenda.

But a lot of people have taken this allegory way too literally, and so we have entire cultures and religions that embrace, promote and honor people who sit around doing nothing, and many people strive for this goal. And as we now understand, having a goal and achieving it is not waking up, but staying asleep. One of the first things it says in The Risen is, “Everyone in this (Risen) world is free to do whatever they like and as much or as little of it. Work is play, and play is work—they are indistinguishable from one another.” This is a description of creative manifestation. Someone Risen is always engaged in some kind of creative activity; “a little” or “a lot” are relative, but they aren’t nothing. It is always up to us, to each individual, to decide about the activity and assign meaning. The Risen don’t bother assigning meaning, which bypasses the trap of ending up feeling meaningless because meaning is needed.

In The Risen, Tim shares,

“I sense you wondering about what I do here in my Risen geography. Even ‘do’ is not the right verb. In fact, verbs aren’t used here to begin with—they’re only necessary and useful for the machinists and their devices. ‘Things’ are ‘done’ with ‘devices.’ ‘Doing’ here, where I am, in the way you ‘do things’ there, would be like using dynamite to create a delicate ice sculpture. It seems correct to say that I am a kind of intern or student, or better yet, a learner. . . (but I’m told that) Earthers will misinterpret ‘learner.’ The innermost meaning of ‘disciple’ would come closest, although it is also tainted by misconception and misuse. Not too helpful, is it? I will have to use verbs after all, since your material language, if you have not guessed it by now, is a machine as well, although new spiritual elements are ever-so-slowly trickling back down into it. Fully-spiritual language is non-mechanical, purely organic, and living.”
Perhaps this last phrase, “non-mechanical, purely organic, and living” — when added to “observe + experience + process x joy” — brings us a bit closer to how the Risen enjoy the gift of life.

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From The Archives: Wake up.

[First posted May 21, 2006]

"Thy thunder, conscious of the new command,
Rumbles reluctant o'er our fallen house."
— John Keats, Hyperion


"Awakening from the dream . . . " — we say that a lot around here, in fact a lot of people have said it for a long time in a lot of ways.

It looks good on paper, but what does is mean? How does one awaken?

We know what being awake is like, so what's the big deal? Or do we just think we know?

Think of the few times — the very few, most likely — when you were so aware of the moment that time was no longer apparent or important and there was no longer any moment. Perhaps you were so happy that the emotion carried you over and beyond some edge without warning at light speed like a roller coaster. The emotion then stopped, but you did not. You were beyond "deliriously happy" or "immeasurably sad" or "scared shitless." You had arrived to a place of all peace and no time. The fact that you can recall these "moments" tells you that you were very aware of being conscious at those particular points of your life.

Each moment that you allow your self to recall these particular points of aware consciousness melts away as these points of reality pour like golden liquid into your present presence. When we're very old and can't or don't want to move much around anymore, we will be able to conjure these golden moments up with expertise, able to live in them more and more. Anyone looking at us will probably think we're not fully "there" anymore. They'd be right, for we'd be fully "here."

What about all the stretches of time between those particular points — can you recall them? Probably not, because you were not very aware of being conscious then — you were "under conscious," or beneath the surface of awakedness. It's darker beneath the surface, there's less light, like having your eyes closed all the time, while watching the projections on your inner eyelids and believing you're seeing reality.

A suggestion: even when we open our eyes, we're still projecting on our inner screens, with the belief that what we're seeing is outside and real.

Many like to think they're on some kind of "path" throughout their life. However, those lit-up points of aware consciousness that you can access now, with all their colours, sounds, smells and textures — are like separate stepping stones -- not a continuous path — with varying lengths of distance between them.

Try this. It will only serve those who have had the experience usually known as "lucid dreaming" — where one's body is sleeping and the consciousness is still traveling — it never stops traveling — but one becomes aware of the consciousness's journey, simultaneously aware that one is not in the body but "must be dreaming." During lucid dream experiences, one is awake — more awake than when one is awake in the body, for the body is a dense filter with special responses and chemicals to dampen most of our awareness. This filter is also known as the ego-mind, or as the Risen say, "the simulate self." There is the experience of hyper-reality in a lucid dream — every thing is "more real" — every thing is experienced as alive. Colours are glowing, sounds are vibrating, the jaw drops from the sheer texture of life in this "dream." One is no longer alone as a living thing, but completely immersed in a sharing with all living things.

There is a tendency to emphasize lucid dreams from the point of one's discovery that one can "control" one's environment in the dream. This may be so, but it's not important, for play is play for its own sake. It's when the lucid dreamer stops trying to control, ceases to struggle, that there arises a very surprising feeling of oh-my-god-this-is-real! juxtaposed with the feeling of oh-my-god-this-can't-be-real!. It is beyond "awe," a sensation which implies fear on some level.

A word for this feeling might be "glee" — a word of ancient Indo-European roots (Sanskrit) — ghel-2 — referring to any colour with a golden shine. This golden light of every colour fills one with amazement and wonder, or "astonishment." "Astonish" carries evidence of incredibly ancient "vocal" origins, meaning a word that arose from pure throat sounds, the kinds of sounds that are caused by emotion, not thought, and perhaps best reflected in our modern word "thunder," which also has the same roots as "glee." Although the modern word "thunder" doesn't sound like thunder, think of the feelings and emotions that arise when you are surprised, without warning, by one of those thunderclaps that shakes the teeth, raises the hair and causes primal pants-wetting. And yet some of us like - nay, love —this kind of storm, for it makes us laugh in maniacal glee, and we live and wait for the next one. Do it again!! Why? It makes us feel alive. A real eye-opener, a wake-me-upper.

This is the same feeling that arises, like an unbidden thunderclap, when one wakes up in a dream, while the dream country still remains all around.

The is the same kind of feeling that must be bidden in order to wake up in this terrestrial dream world, which will also still remain all around.

Why wait?

When this is experienced in enough of certain ways, one will be led to make the next and previously hidden connection, and that is, now that one is lucid in this dream, can one change it?

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Cosmic Music and Dances


This past weekend, while taking a run over the winding paths of the almost 200 acres of primitive timber, I came upon a stand of ancient trees that had been blown over in a recent windstorm. They were already being cut up by the parks people. As I counted the rings of the largest oak, I grieved for the great loss and said a prayer of thanks for its life that gave so much to so many for so long — which turned out to be over 300 years. I counted at least 310 rings, but I know I missed quite a few where the saw had blurred the wood.

Three hundred and ten years past takes us to the year 1700, when New York was still an English Colony of 5,000 people (2nd to Boston, pop. 7,000) — Queen Anne is the monarch of England. In that year a law is passed ordering all Roman Catholic priests to leave the colony within three months, upon penalty of life imprisonment or execution. In October 1701, Yale College will be established in Connecticut. Benjamin Franklin will be born in Boston in 1706, a year after slaves in Virginia are assigned the status of real estate. The only real estate being developed on Manahatta was at the south tip of the island — now the Wall Street area — so this oak tree was growing in a true, undeveloped wilderness, which has remained virtually untouched since then.

A little later on another path, I came to the magnificent point at the highest area, which overlooks the Hudson River with a magnificent view down and up-river, as well as the Palisade Cliffs of New Jersey. To my surprise, there was a small poster affixed to the fence that advised a few local astronomers would be gathering in the field there at 8:30 that evening, and invited anyone who wanted to come and see the stars through their telescopes.

That night was one of the windiest nights we've had all year, with gusts over 50 mph, and at dusk, walking the mile back into the woods, I was a bit worried about falling branches and trees. Indeed, yet another tree at the base of the forest had become uprooted just before I passed it. By the time I reached the summit, the air temp was dropping quickly and the wind was howling so loudly that the small group of people already gathered there had to shout over the gale to be heard.

The telescope was impressive, and one just entered in 3 sets of numbers to get a "spherical triangulation" and then its computer moved the lens to pinpoint any star or planet desired. Venus had already risen in the west, and soon Mars and Jupiter were visible as the night grew darker. Although it was interesting to see them through the lens, I was not prepared for the thrill that Saturn sent up my spine. I felt a kind of shock at seeing the actual, glowing rings, as well as a few of its many moons, and was transfixed, unable to process their reality. And as I watched, I realized I was clairvoyantly hearing music — Saturn was humming! It was singing an aria in the never-ending cosmic opera spinning and turning about over our heads — and of which we're an integral part. I hope to return again this weekend for another look and a listen.

A few days later I came across a rather large series of 52 wonderful little books — "Wooden Books", with titles like "The Alchemist's Kitchen" and "Sacred Geometry"; "Platonic Solids", "Dowsing" and "Q.E.D." — I was drawn to and bought "A Little Book of Coincidence" which reveals "the exquisite orbital patterns of the planets and the mathematical relationships that govern them." The Foreword asks, "Is it all just a coincidence, or do the patterns perhaps explain the scientists?"

What an incredible, lovely, weird little book. There's a chapter, "Music of the Spheres" which states that the entire solar system can be viewed as "a tuned quantum structure, with Jupiter as the conductor of the universe." The illustrations are marvelous and enchanting, with many diagram that reveal the magical-but-beautifully true renderings the planets are continuously etching onto space, such as "The Flower of Life" produced by the orbit of Venus as it dances with Earth. The results look just like the Spirograph I had as a kid — and which still is available for kids to this day.

Image Copyright by World-Mysteries.com
[This image (to scale) shows dance of Venus and Earth - each of the fine lines connects both planets over time required to complete 8 orbits by Earth (and 13 orbits by Venus). Orbit of Earth is cropped out.]

Rings of 300 year old oak trees, and rings of a 4.6 billion year old planet! As it often says, and in many ways in The Risen, "worlds within worlds".

Saturday, May 08, 2010

New Materialization Film

The Felix Experimental Group reports the newest film of ectoplasmic materialization at our friends, the Montcabirol Circle, seen here in this video of a bit more than 5 minutes, which shows the medium's confinement in the cabinet before the curtains are drawn, and after a few moments of loud, Scottish music (there is a method to the madness) unformed ectoplasmic material can be seen briefly exposing itself, withdrawing for a few seconds to gather more energy, and then forming itself into a hand, which probably belongs to one of the three spirit team members whose hands have managed to materialize and be caught on film. In this case, given his preference for loud and nostalgic Scottish tunes, it's probably that of John Campbell Sloan, a well-known and sometimes crabit direct-voice medium in Scotland during the first half of the twentieth century. Note that the ectoplasm is being displayed against a card - also manipulated by Spirit - to help make it stand out better in the darkness. [If you click on the video, it will take you to YouTube where you can see it a larger version.]



And here is the film of the first and greatly historic materialization event, also of John's hand. Be open-minded and do not attempt to analyze or judge - keep your opinionated ego-mind at bay. Be questioning if you want, but remain open. Here, a board with luminous paper, provided by the earthly team, is brought out and levitated behind the hand to give it more visibility.

For a while, it has seemed that the use of ectoplasm by Spirit for manifestation purposes was on the wane, but now appears to be coming back with more and more frequency. Tim has manifested several times in the arms of August using ectoplasm. The following excerpts from our book may assist in understanding what you're seeing in the videos:

I reached back and grasped his hand. It was definitely a hand, but seemed very small for an adult. Tim tried to pull away from me but I only held on more firmly. As we each pulled in opposite directions his fingers stretched as if made of raw bread dough. Without letting go, I stopped pulling and so did he, and I felt his hand fill out until it felt like a normal, adult-sized hand. (The Risen, p. 262)

and again:
“Yessss,” he murmured very faintly, as if with a voice coming not from human vocal cords but sounding like a soft funnel of wind. I reached up and gently grasped his hand, and this time he didn’t pull away, nor did I try to turn around. As before, his hand felt just like bread dough and I could feel it moving and swelling as the hand and arm gained shape and strength. Although it didn’t feel like a human hand, I knew it was Tim’s all the same, and I caressed the fingers softly and carefully as they caressed mine back. I continued to whisper with growing excitement, “Oh my god, it’s really you, you’re here! ” I was ecstatic! (The Risen, p. 271)

Below is a video of what appears to be some stunning film stills of a full materialization event — probably in Brazil, (known for its fervent spiritist communities,) as the brief text accompanying it seems to be in Portuguese, which Babelfish translates, as "Materialization of the fiancé for Grown Jose. Removed of the program Social Vision, transmitted stretch through the Band-Bahia, Saturdays, to 09h (during the summer schedule)."

We note in The Risen that ectoplasm is:

". . . highly plastic and pliable, able to take on the visible form of human bodies and body parts, and even animals and objects. There is a little bit of ectoplasm in everyone. It’s rarely able to withstand exposure to sunlight and most artificial lighting, although it has been observed to tolerate red and infrared light more easily, thus rendering it visible in certain circumstances. We know how powerful and damaging sunlight can be, and have seen its effects on goods that have been in shop windows for a period of time or on curtains and rugs, and on our own skin as well. The sun ages our skin slowly over years, but it ages ectoplasm instantly. In experiments where a bright light was shown on ectoplasm, it immediately retracted back into the medium’s body, causing great pain and nausea to the medium, and even illness for days. There have even been reported deaths. " p. 169





Some explanation of what you're seeing: this is a full materialization of a woman in spirit. The film demonstrates how they use a closet as the medium's cabinet -- the medium stays inside, in trance, and the cabinet helps gather and store the spirit energy necessary to enable various phenomena; it's rather like a battery. They use a red light to enable the filming, as white light would disable it. (The similarities to a photographic dark room are apparent here.) The medium is shown reclining in a trance state with the ectoplasm beginning to extrude from her mouth. It often comes from other orifices (yes, we know, ewww.)

She has materialized outside the medium's cabinet (the medium is inside and completely unconscious in trance) and stands next to who we believe might be Jose, the man who had been her betrothed at the time of her transition, when they were both much younger. (This is our assumption - there are other men in the film, which is in one language and sounds as if it's being spoken over in another; if anyone can translate what's being said here, please share!)

She appears to be heavily veiled in some muslin-like material, and skeptics often claim this is used to hide a terrestrial embodied person's identity who is committing the fraud. In actuality, this "muslin" is ectoplasm, formed to protect her still-vulnerable body formed by the highly volatile ectoplasm from what little light is allowed to be projected on it. It is also there to protect the medium, for should the ectoplasm be assaulted by too much light (and it doesn't take much), the ectoplasm, which has been gathered by Spirit chemists to extrude from the medium's body, will suddenly disintegrate and try to re-enter the medium's body without proper preparation. This would very likely seriously injure the medium, while ending the manifestation. Note how she briefly demonstrates this effect by exposing her one hand -- which is not yet fully formed, but rather crude and perhaps even without skin, as the body slowly builds into human form, using the ectoplasm as the material. Her "veils" are somewhat artfully formed and draped for a pleasing appearance, which suggests rather a high degree of skill and energy; many materialized spirits can only achieve the crudest of drapings, which sometimes look like a person with a sheet thrown over their head. With time and practice, the sheeting can be reformed to manifest more elaborately and more of the body, which begins to achieve a slightly stronger resistance to the effects of light. In this case, it appears that the medium's team have devised a way to give the materializing spirit control over the lighting, able to dim or increase the brightness of the red light as she needs.

We look forward to more amazing things from the Montcabirol Circle!

For more stimulating stuff, see Victor Zammit's spirited presentation about his investigation and first-hand experience authenticating the modern materialization medium, David Thompson.




Blessing Experiment



One of my guides, Boris Pasternak — here shown in a photograph taken of him next to a spirit-precipitated image of him on a 3x5 card, which was manifested for me at a seance a few years ago — has asked me to ask others to join us in a "Blessing Experiment." Although he's given the brief instructions on what to do, he is either unable or unwilling to tell me what the goal is . . . the Risen love their surprises. He suggests that the goal is open-ended, and therefore, to have no expectations, other than to observe the power of focused blessing and of one's mind.

Briefly, it is asked that everyone join us in sending a simple blessing toward our book, "The Risen" — that's it. So say or think something like, "God-Goddess-Infinite Intelligence-Great Booyah, bless The Risen book — thanks!"

This brevity reminds us of a modern prayer in the New Thought way, which encompasses all the most powerful, primary aspects of true prayer:

"God is good,
So am I.
All is well.
Thanks, goodbye."

We thank you for joining us in this little experiment, and will share the results, if any, when they appear.

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

Nature is My Medicine


How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude!
~Emily Dickinson

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded
to stay out till sundown for going out, I found, was really going in.
~John Muir


I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station,
Through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
~ George Washington Carver

Early last evening as the sun was setting, while snuggled on the couch with the little monsters and talking with a friend on the phone, I could see out a window overlooking the forest that runs along the Hudson river to the west. The night sky was quite clear with only a few clouds, and some stars were just visible. But what really caught my attention was the very large, very bright twinkling light just above the trees, which I thought at first might have been a hovering helicopter's spotlight. But it continued to stay still for way too long, and when I saw the much tinier light of a plane go by it, I had to mention to my friend on the phone that I was seeing something very strange. I'm in Manhattan, and although my friend lives in Queens across the East River, he could also see the very large light in the sky. We both saw it as a brilliant golden white, which was flickering so much that it appeared to be moving, but actually wasn't. Some of the shafts of light streaming from it were of the most beautiful bluebird blue and emerald green.

Were the Three Magi heading towards it on the Staten Island Ferry? Hopefully not, if they got the same idea and googled it on their iphones to discover it can only be the other divinity —Venus — sometimes called the Morning Star, but at this time of the year, it's known as the Evening Star. It will appear as a brilliant yellow star in the evening sky, right after sunset, until late September 2010. Located 20° above the western horizon one hour after sundown, it will remain on view until after 10 P.M. local daylight time. This gift of Nature was the most perfect ending to any day I could ever imagine.

But the gifts of Nature don't just come out at night. This morning, although I slept fairly well, I had a difficult time getting up. Tim mentioned that the electromagnetic fields of the Earth are very active right now, switching polarities, and moving around, which affects how people and animals feel and think. I could see it was a glorious day and had a few hours before I had to begin work, so forced myself to go for a run in the woods; it wasn't easy. I was glad to finally rest on a bench at the top of a slight hill overlooking some fields and the river. The sun shining on the grass made it a brilliant green, and there were lots of birds and bugs hopping around in it. I noticed what looked like a very tiny, brilliant yellow bird in the grass about 25 feet away, and I could see its little head bobbing up and down — but unlike the other birds which were very busy swooping and landing and taking off, it stayed in the same spot, not moving around, which I though odd; I feared it might be hurt. Or maybe it wasn't a bird. After five very long minutes, I carefully made my way closer, and could see that it was indeed a little yellow bird - a finch - and that it was carefully but joyfully sipping water from the dew still wet on the blades of grass. It continued to drink, and I marveled that such a little thing could be so thirsty and drink so much water.

I then noticed just how wet the field was, which was waving slightly in the breezes, and the drops of dew were lit up and twinkling, very much like miniature Venuses in a sea of grass and flowers. The whole expanse seemed alive, and the dew drops grew larger, somehow, and I fell into an altered state of consciousness that had no sense of time, only of the glowing points of light glittering all around me, and of the sounds of birds singing in ecstasy in the background. When I finally headed back to my home, I felt I had been transported to a new level of life, energized and at peace. Nature is my medicine, as Sarah Moss-Wolfe once said.

As it also says in The Risen — and which directly reflects my experience of just being quiet and still, waiting, and achieving a transformation —

Modern humankind has largely forgotten that we are an integral and inseparable part of Nature—that we are Nature. People listen more to the simulate self’s artificial instructions instead of the indwelling natural ones that arise from the awareness of being an inseparable component of Nature. Animals, birds, trees, flowers, and butterflies do not have an interfering ego-mind. “Survival of the fittest” does not mean that certain beings have to destroy others in order to live, although that is how the ego-mind justifies its own beliefs. It means that all components of Nature are in a continual process of experiencing how all living things fit together. The Energy of Nature, which is also our energy, does not play any mind games in order to survive, for Nature simply is—and we simply are, too.

The ego-mind’s misdirecting chatter can be softened by quietly resting within Nature—walking in a meadow or gazing up through the trees at the stars. In joining Nature, we join as Authentic Self. Allowing the inner-dwelling Authentic Self to quietly emerge and observe and take in the surroundings of Nature will calm and soothe the ego-mind, which especially malfunctions when it perceives threats coming from other ego-minds. If we sit quietly and long enough in some setting of Nature, the ego-mind will be unable to continually perceive a threat. It will then subside in its negative ways, at least temporarily, and be still for a while.

The more we allow such quiet sitting, the more familiar we’ll become with the feeling of the ego-mind receding. Spend this time quietly observing a tree, for instance. The ego-mind will not be able to get a tree to play mind games with it. Our Self-As-Nature—Authentic Self—can then emerge, and from there we’ll begin to re-identify with the rest of Nature around us. Feelings of alienation, loneliness, and abandonment will begin to become lighter.




Monday, May 03, 2010

From the Archives: Song Without Words

[First posted 5/17/07]

Tim and I finally got together in the astral somewhere last night while my body slept – although he says we spend a lot of time together, but I just don’t remember it, and I’m glad to hear that. I remember us being happy, excited and relaxed with one another. My terrestrial life is full and demanding and pleasantly exhausting, and I’m the first to admit that I could allow myself to relax a lot more – and so I am. This relaxation, this non-contractiveness, is expansive, and opens up my awareness as boundaries fade and dissolve.

It’s clear that my new relationship with Boris as a guide has catalyzed and enhanced this expansion of awareness, and allows for new experiences. Many, if not most, of these experiences are taking place within other dimensional geographies, and are following a particular, structured course of interactions with a team of individuals who have welcomed me into their fellowship. I’m the newbie and have no real idea of exactly what this association means – yet – although they’ve made it clear that while I’ve reached a certain stage of entitlement, there is a lot of ongoing preparation and learning awaiting me. A certain amount of this is what I’d call “crossing the t’s and dotting the i’s” – or maybe, more correctly, connecting the dots. Some of this requires me letting go of a lot of my earthly life, mainly the past. Although most of us are seldom aware of it, we spend a great deal of internal (and even external) time re-living past events, holding, touching and tasting happy and painful memories.

This is what Krishnamurti referred to as “psychological time” and it’s what manifests the sensations of past and future. When the events and feelings of psychological time are observed without internal comment, it slows down and eventually ceases. Time ceases; there is only now. This causes panic in the simulate self, which needs the sensations of past and future to support its sense of existence, and it is skilled at intervening with any attempt to stop psychological time. Our assignment, should we choose to accept it, is to gently take the simulate self’s finger off the button.

Many things are falling into place where my spiritual beingness is concerned, which means movement and growth. Because this growth is not on the physical plane, it’s not uncomfortable. Instead, I feel “spiritually light-headed” and a bit mentally breathless.

Tim is taking advantage of my befuddlement because there are currently fewer boundaries of defense, as a result of the lessening of psychological time. I can hear and feel him much more clearly, but this can only happen when I’m able to let go of past memories – I have to cease observing him through the lens of memories of our shared past experiences on Earth. Sadness, nostalgia, and wistfulness arise, and as I observe them, without joining with them, they fade – I must let them go.

Where Tim is, is always “now.” This is where we can meet, now. And yet he understands that my memories of him on Earth sometimes still seem to outweigh my non-terrestrial moments of awareness of him as he is now – I still have a need sometimes for the “old Tim”. This need is not of unimportance, nor without validity, and thus honoured by both of us, and so he comes to me as that Tim as well. This is comfortable for us and comforting to me. Many languages are used in our relationship, including new ones constantly being formed, as well as communication without language – songs without words. This is a co-creative process and brings us a lot of surprises and joy.

Sunday, May 02, 2010

Dialogues Onward, Ho!

Wheat Field with Cypresses (1889) by Vincent Van Gogh


A more beautiful early May morning cannot be imagined right now as I (August) sit here next to the bedroom window of my home, which sits at the foot of a primaeval forest. The lilacs at its edge are in full bloom, and my room is filled with their heady, sun-drenched essence that hints of fresh mown hay and the lazy buzzing of dragonflies to come in the months ahead. Fiona and McHenry insist that the flowery breezes are unavoidably soporific, and so must take their refuge in a total stupor on the bed, and are unable to finish their "chores" (let the record here show that they have no chores, being permanently unemployed.)

It will be on such an infinite lazy summer's day (in August, of course) that I will awaken into my new and forever Risen Home, when the time comes.

As spiritual companions, Tim and I continue to have dialogues with (and sometimes, silly monologues at) one another, and so the book itself is like a living "snapshot" of our relationship. Tim tries to explain this idea of a snapshot as, "looking at the experience from the illusion of being outside the reality." (p. 156) The key word here is "illusion" — as the book itself is not something non-living.

At the beginning of the "The Risen: Dialogues of Love, Grief & Survival" Tim notes,
“This book will take much of its shape from the countless dialogues and other conversational experiences that August and I have had for almost fifteen years. Because they are real conversations and living experiences as well, this book is itself a real and living manifestation. I will also be speaking in the present to him and to you, the reader, as these pages unfold."
It is becoming clear, as readers begin to report back to us about their experiences with the text, that they are beginning to manifest their own living dialogue processes as a result of developing a relationship with various aspects of the material. Here is an example of such a short dialogue that ensued between reader, (SK) and The Risen Collective, (TRC) through August and Tim. SK has been occupied with a health concern of a family member. Any identifying factors have been changed or omitted for privacy and confidentiality.

SK: We are doing OK - both a little anxious, but in a good positive mindset at the moment. One day at a time . . . I am a 'what will be , will be' type person as I know one's physicality is tenuous and transitory - I always retreat to my deeper Self for strength and focus.

TRC: It's hard having a human body - some material on p. 3 mentions this. One day at a time is not a bad approach.

SK: I live in the 'now' and deal with the 'now' - that is enough for me! The future is only in the now as is the past in the now for me. The body's a pain - literally! - why I opted for this incarnated experience has always left me wondering - particularly this aging thing where flesh seems to strangely shift about, increase in size, and found hanging in new positions by morning! Obviously I had no choice about incarnation - this is my preliminary formative experience although "I" feel I've been around a lot longer.

TRC: There was no "option" or "choice" about incarnation; nothing more than the most unimaginable gift!

SK: Self-awareness is the ultimate gift - but for any gift to be truly appreciated - a response of graciousness requiring responsibility is required - and that response is often painful and challenging from a personal growth perspective. Life is difficult - once we accept that fact - life then becomes a little easier! (quoting M. Scott Peck)

TRC: . . . and life was never meant to be difficult.

SK: Rhetorical question? Life is what one makes of it .... my choice. I (have) found that a majority of people I have been involved with throughout my years . . . had expectations that life should have been far 'easier' for them than it was - these were mainly people who were victims, controlled by fear, guilt, and poor self-image. . . The very fact that life is confronting and challenging from an ego perspective - assists in providing insightful clarity and differentiation of one's Authentic Self. It seems to be to be a clarity born of antithesis rather than similarity.

TRC: Nothing rhetorical. We literally mean that life is not meant to be difficult, but we — under the control of the ego-mind — make it so. Life, real life, is incredibly easy, when allowed to flow. Tim hardly remembers life on earth, and the idea that life is difficult or a challenge makes no sense to him now, even when he reviews recordings of his past sojourn on the earth.

SK: My point exactly - It would make sense to me that this 'brief sojourn into flesh' is a minuscule 'flea bite' compared with the reality of the glorious wonderment of our fuller life in Spirit. Thank you Tim for corroborating this fact. Does that, then, predispose that 'growth' in spirit is not conditioned nor determined by any efforts of 'self advancement?'

TRC: Can the self advance itself? No more than a drop of water can separate itself from the ocean, or a gleam of sunlight from the sun. The closer the gleam stays to its source, the more it identifies with it as its self, the more light-filled its experience. Is this, then, growth? One's experience on the terrestrial plane would seem to be one of growth, because one cannot see yet beyond a dimension of self-imposed limitation, which is but a shadowed reflection of the greater light-filled dimension of reality, which most of us will awaken to upon Rising.

SK: You certainly know how to put the 'wow' factor back into one's 'ego sterilized' life - thank you both and The Risen Collective.

TRC: Thank you for demonstrating the "dialogue factor," which The Risen is meant to catalyze.

For those who are currently reading The Risen, and for those who might be considering reading it, as a reminder consider the following words of Tim from the book:

“One of the main purposes of this book is to assist others in enabling themselves to realize contact with the Risen. Many readers will probably try to start with just any chapter or pick selections at random. This approach might give one some interesting thoughts, but resonance will not be affected sufficiently to enable the increase in the vibration levels needed for Risen contact. Every chapter, page, and sentence has been exquisitely orchestrated in a particular Risen manner that will lead one through carefully simplified ideas—guided suggestions, really—and on through to deeper, higher vibrating concepts. Most readers will not even realize this happening, and so it is strongly recommended that they begin at the beginning and not worry about it, just as August and I did." (p. 16)
And then, as Tim is so fond of saying, "Onward, ho!"