Wednesday, June 30, 2010

New Review of The Risen

Michael Tymn, well-known journalist of psychic/spiritual matters, has just let us know that his review of The Risen is now in the current newsletter of The National Spiritualist Association of Churches. This organization exists "for the advancement of those purposes, undertakings and enterprises germane to the study of the phenomena, the promotion of the Science, and the promulgation of the Philosophy and Religion of Spiritualism."

Membership of NSAC entitles one to receive this newsletter -- when we receive a copy of it, we will share it here with readers.

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

From the Archives: Ruminations

[First posted July 31, 2006]

Some further ruminations on Tim’s recent manifestation (nothing similar has occurred since.)

A couple days after his manifestation, I remembered that Tim, who must have been following some train of thought I was caught up in, had mysteriously remarked, “You’ll be seeing me sooner than you think!” He didn’t comment any more about this, much to my consternation.

The first thing I thought was that this was a hint that I’d be transitioning soon. This didn’t make sense, especially in light of my current “arrangement.” But even I have to constantly remind myself that dealing with the Risen is not about making sense. Nor is there really any “dealing.” There’s only “just is.”

Obviously, now, he was referring to his upcoming manifestation in my bed.

The “current arrangement” I mentioned is the fact that Tim and I agreed to “put some distance” between us, at his request and under the direction of higher Risen guides. The reason for this is because I was beginning to show some “side effects” from the years of contact with the Risen through physical manifestation events. The contacts involved the exchange of existing chemical energies between both sides, as well as the infusion of new, non-terrestrial chemical Risen energies into my system. The more contact events I participated in, the more my system began to vibrate at a sustained rate that was compromising the underlying structures of my physical health.

As a possibly related note of interest, a friend of mine just saw George Anderson, the well-known medium on Long Island – this was her4th time in 4 years. She shared that she was rather shocked that he had aged considerably since last year and did not look well at all – his beard was white and he had very dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept for days. His energy level was very up and alert. But it sounds (to me) that his health has been compromised from his many years of devoted work to helping people connect with the other side. He’s not a very big guy in stature, but I’ve heard that he eats for 3 people. All these things can be confirmed in much of the literature that takes time to actually talk about the medium’s health and feelings. Most mediums have been treated through the ages as mere “instruments” and there to be used – not as human beings. As reported in The Risen, Leadbeater had seen first hand the devastating effects on the physiological and psychological health of a physical medium. Although George is not a physical medium (as far as I know) the many years of his intense work must be taking their toll. Please take some time to send him some energy, light and love.

This spirit triage of putting some distance between us that Tim proposed was ok with me, but still, I was (and am) more than happy to start my own transition. But apparently this is not to be, not for some time, according to Risen guides and to Tim, and my presence is needed on Earth for awhile longer, and I need to be increasingly healthy as well. I've been instructed on certain contemplative ways to accomplish this. Other things have been orchestrated for me to refocus my attention more on certain degrees of responsibility for earthly things -- the kittens were brought into my life, for example. The downside (for me) was the additional part where Tim and I would have to gradually minimize contact with one another, beginning with the strongest levels, the physical manifestations. At this point we no longer communicate by direct mind as we’ve been doing for so very long, but rather, by intuition and inspiration, which is emotional vibration. It’s rather as if each of us is sitting on the opposite sides of a lake, and making ripples on the water with our hands to communicate. As I write this, I can hear “Message in a Bottle” by Sting playing in the background, compliments of Tim — we can and do communicate via music still.

I still have yet to hear why this recent manifestation was allowed – it certainly didn’t seem spontaneous. Until then, I’ll think of it as a very precious gift.

To answer a question someone had about this event – Tim looked younger than when I had last seen him. Although the event took place in complete darkness and I could see very little with my physical eyes, there was a kind of soft, glittery shine on his skin that didn’t give off light, but made him look like his skin was reflecting any available light in the room.

Someone wondered where the kittens were when this was happening. Fiona & McHenry were fast asleep in their little bed which rests at the lower corner of my own bed. They never woke or stirred from their sleep, a small miracle given that they’re crazy 11 month old Siamese kittens! I wish I had a bottle of whatever was used for this!

Upcoming Radio Interview 7/27/10

We will be the featured guests to discuss The Risen on an hour-long show at Hay House Radio with Dr. Eldon Taylor, the highly respected researcher of psychology and metaphysics, and also a psychotherapist with a forensics specialization. The show is scheduled for Tuesday, July 27th at 11:00 am PST.

Friday, June 25, 2010

9/11: Liberation Drama

The following is from a chapter of The Risen, "Liberation Dramas."


I’ve been doing something similar on various astral levels, sometimes known as spirit rescue work, or what I call ‘liberation dramas,’ for many years.

An especially common but potent deterrent to becoming healthily Risen is a person’s ignorance about life after death, which is worsened by an active disbelief in survival, and further exacerbated by hostility to any suggestions about changing or releasing such beliefs.

There are those newly-transitioned who, for various reasons but mainly because of fear, simply refuse to move any further beyond their lifeless earth body and its former environment. They may become obsessed with their old body, accompanying it to the graveyard and remaining with it, unwilling to leave something that’s no longer useful. Most healthy individuals have no interest in looking at their cast-off body, especially after getting a glimpse of it.

All unhealed and unresolved biopsychosocial disturbances, including addictions and ego-mind controlled mental conditions, will immediately transport a newly-disembodied person to less-than-positive geographies that reflect the existing state of mind. These mind-states may manifest as airless wastelands, cold-running sewers, dark jungles, scorching deserts, vast parking lots—to suggest just a few of the more hospitable planes of unhealed consciousness. Infinite in number, these planes may contain infinitely diverse communities, cities, and civilizations, populated by a continual influx of citizenry from many dimensions.

Liberation Drama 1
This mission is still painful for me to revisit, because it involves the terrorist act upon the World Trade Center in New York City on September 11, 2001. Every emotional and spiritual human pattern on the planet of earth was changed on this day. There is nobody that this event has not touched in some way, and everybody has had or will have a part to play in this particular drama, which will be unfolding for decades to come.

From my Journal ~

“September 12, 2001 . . . terribly long and horror-filled past 24 hours. Frustrated and afraid . . . no phone service, trying to track down friends who worked in or near the towers . . . exhausted, slept with difficulty. Each time as I began to fall asleep, I was assailed by mental noises of destruction, explosions, vast rumblings, and by the memory of the military planes that shrieked over the city all day long yesterday.

“I tried to nap . . . at some point I must have finally drifted off . . . and found myself in a smoke-filled area. I couldn’t see the sky nor could I tell if I was inside or outside. The evidence of total chaos was everywhere—massive piles of stone and metal and chunks of concrete all around, as high as 30-story buildings. At first I saw what I thought was snow, but then realized were countless, minute pieces of paper, dust, and fabric falling and swirling all about. I felt that at any minute I would be overwhelmed by it all and could feel myself being pulled back into my body on the bed.

“I heard the cries of men somewhere beyond in the clouds of smoke and dust. Six or seven firefighters appeared out of the swirling cloud. In spite of the dirt and filth all about them they appeared perfectly clean, even their helmets and coats. They were holding onto each other as if afraid to take a step in any direction. Most of them were crying and groaning, calling out in despair, not in any intelligible words, just sobs of distress.

“Although I couldn’t sense anyone else around me other than this frightened group of men, somehow I knew exactly what to do. One of them began screaming, “There are still people in there! For God’s sake, we have to find them!” His screams frightened his companions all the more and they began to panic. I feared they might run back off into the nothingness and I would lose them. I stepped forward and grabbed the one that seemed to be strongest in character and pulled him into my arms to calm him with the serenity I knew always dwelled within me. I held him at arm’s length and looked into his eyes, which were rolling wildly about, like an animal that knows death is all around. He never once questioned my presence. I shook him gently to get his attention, and firmly said that I would show them the way out. ‘To the people?’ he asked, meaning the people he believed to be trapped, and I answered, ‘To the people who are waiting for you, yes, this way!’ I turned, and taking his hand, told him to take the hand of the man next to him, and to tell that person to do the same to the man closest to him, and so on until we were all connected in a human chain.

“I had led them only a few steps forward when a large fire engine materialized out of nowhere. It looked absolutely brand new and shiny, totally unaffected by any of the disaster surrounding us. A beautiful golden light glowed on it from some unseen source. ‘There!’ I cried, ‘There is your truck, get in it now!’ The looks on their faces! They still didn’t understand that they had died and so couldn’t comprehend how a fire engine of such new and immaculate appearance could come out of nowhere. ‘Don’t be afraid,’ I spoke loudly but gently and with total assurance. ‘You don’t have time to think about this, just get in and go!’ I held one of the doors open for them, and then opened another. Somehow they managed to get in without any protests, although they were all sobbing like little children by that point. When the last one was in I shut all the doors behind them and shouted, ‘Drive straight ahead!’ I suddenly felt myself pulled away with great force, as if a rope were tied around my waist, and I was back in my bed, weeping from the intensity of the experience. After a short while I forced myself to get up and write down all I could remember.

“A little later that afternoon, still deeply disturbed by the events and not feeling rested in any way, I tried napping again and immediately left my body as soon as it relaxed. This time I found myself in what appeared to be some kind of shopping center, perhaps a clothing shop, which had the same war-torn appearance of the environment I had been in earlier with the firefighters. There was the feeling here of being buried alive, as if a great pressure was above and all around me. There was not the total darkness one would assume, but instead everything seemed lit by a dim, grayish phosphorescence. There was also a choking, god-awful smell.

“I found a woman lying on her side. When I touched her she jumped up with a start, eyes darting madly, mouth open as if wanting to scream but unable to take in any air. I held her hand tightly, for she seemed to want to run away. Another woman and two men ran up to us, crying and gesturing. Without warning they all stopped moving and became completely silent. Their eyes glazed over as if they could no longer see. I couldn’t tell if they were even breathing, and could only assume they had gone into some kind of deep shock, overcome by utter fear and hopelessness.

“As I helplessly watched, each began to shrink in size and in an instant they were children. They were no longer catatonic but became animated with terror, caught in a nightmare from which they began to shriek for their mommies and daddies to come save them. Whereas a moment before I had hoped that I could somehow reach these poor souls in their adult forms, it was now impossible to contain the hysteria that had broken out amongst them like some contagious disease. I tried to get them to pay attention to me, because I somehow knew that there was an escalator nearby which would take them into the awaiting arms of Risen Ones who would help them. But they ran away screaming and crying into the pitch-blackness that had now descended upon us. I awoke in my bed, heart pounding and breaking from the agony I knew to be theirs, and from my frustration at not being able to help a group of terrified children.”

Although the firefighters were mortally frightened, their years of intensive training, immense courage, and inestimable love and loyalty for one another had contributed to their ability to remain fairly stabilized and clear-headed, even under this unimaginably horrible circumstance. Death had never been far from their day-to-day lives. Surely, each and every one of them had privately thought about, and discussed late into many nights with one another, the probability of their deaths in such a dangerous profession. On that day duty called and they answered without hesitation. And when a Higher Duty called, they hesitated only briefly and then responded to the voice of authority they recognized—as voiced through me in order to guide them to their new destiny. The new fire engine was something they recognized with great familiarity and saw as a source of safety and a symbol of sanity amidst the total chaos. I am so very grateful to those unseen guides and guardians who materialized this symbol of security at the crucial moment.

I was never able to find my way back to the poor souls who had reverted to their child selves, overwhelmed by the most primitive of human fears of being completely abandoned. They had regressed like this as a kind of psychological defense against all monsters, in hopes that their parents would burst into the room and hold them soothingly, ending the nightmare.

I was only one of innumerable astral rescuers involved in this world-shattering event. Mediums and channelers, psychic healers, and sensitive persons all around the world answered the calls of spirit distress from the thousands who died in a few moments that day. Knowing this, I also know that all the victims of that event were eventually rescued. A few of the transitioning individuals understood exactly what was happening, but most did not, due almost entirely to the fact that our culture does not widely accept the truth of survival after death. Most were left unprepared for what could have been the most exciting day of their earthly lives. Instead, it became the most traumatic.

The prayers sent winging to them from all corners of the globe helped them all immensely. The spontaneous candle-lit ceremonies that sprang up on streets and in parks in every earthly community, and the emotionally intense rituals and ceremonies that were planned with great loving care, all contributed to bringing light and clarity into the fear-darkened minds of the fallen. They were enabled to find strength and eventually find their way to the comforting arms of their Risen families and loved ones awaiting them.

“I was also instantly drawn there, August, as if by a magnet. The emotional distress arising from that great city was a visual and audible explosion of fear, as much from those still embodied as from those who were instantly displaced from their physical forms. Billions upon billions of Risen Ones, countless light beings from other species and other dimensions, the highest of angelic creatures and elementals from water, earth, wind, and flame, entities that have never known what it is to be embodied, and even the vast, deep spirit of Mother Earth—all were instantly summoned to that one tiny spot of fixed location but inestimable value, to lend help to ensure that not one soul would be lost for very long. I assure you that all the souls were eventually brought to the surface of consciousness—some sooner than others, but not a single one went unfound. This was because of the intense wave upon wave of uplifting, positive light-filled emotion, the combined love of all their earthly siblings that washed over them with healing and living light, raising their vibrations until they could see and hear their new Reality as it knelt down to greet them and welcome them Home.”

“Indeed, Tim, the world changed more in those few hours than it had in the past century, offering humanity the chance to make leaps in quantum qualities that could bring mass-consciousness to a new level of understanding. Each individual consciousness was challenged to either revert back to primitive reactions of fear, hatred, anger, and revenge, or to open and join hearts and hands to find the greater response of love within. It’s obvious to many that a new foundation of love was begun that day. This speaks to a cosmic arrangement of the greatest yet subtle and mysterious complexity that is beyond the conceptual abilities of the human mind, but not beyond the human heart when it comes to joining and supporting. Humanity was catapulted into a greater reality, which reflects the even Greater Reality into which those newly Risen ones eventually found themselves.”

"Earth Shattering Evidence"

We'd like to pass along some outstanding information reported in Victor Zammit's recent newsletter that we just received. The following is taken directly from the newsletter, which Victor and Wendy send to us each week.

"In the video below you will watch five people confirming that their loved ones materialized - 'became into flesh' - in one of David Thompson's demonstrations in Florida last week. Why aren't scientists doing research in this area? Why isn't funding allocated for this critical research? Why is money spent on experiments which torture cats, dogs and monkeys to develop still more consumer products instead of helping people understand the inevitability of the afterlife? Why are our leaders closing their eyes to something that can revolutionize the whole world's acceptance of the afterlife? Why is there reluctance by the establishment to know about the greatest discovery in human history - communicating with materialized afterlife intelligences? This is something sensationally unique which is technically objective and repeatable.

Wendy and I have conversed with regularly with afterlife intelligences . . . we witnessed over seventy reunions as we attended and professionally investigated the materialization process for some fifteen months. We can attest that David Thompson is a brilliant materialization medium who can pass any empirical test. What are we waiting for? It has to happen soon- the wider world cannot wait for this most critical knowledge. What you are about to watch are ordinary people who met their loved ones who had crossed over telling us yes, the afterlife - which has huge consequences - does exist!"

Listen to audios of other reunions on the Circle of the Silver Cord website.

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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Crossing Over

Damien Hirst’s “For the Love of God,” a skull facsimile studded entirely with diamonds, was purchased by an unnamed investment group for approximately $100 million USD.

It was stated in a previous post:

"The Risen do not think or use thoughts, which arise from the ego-mind."

Sydney asks us, "If this is the case then is thought used at all? Can you expand on this?"

Thanks for asking, Sydney. Slightly expanded for better clarification, it could be said that the Risen do not use what we call "thoughts" in the way that we use them. "Thinking" is a language we use; the Risen could not be said to use language. It is pointed out in The Risen that for us, as embodied humans, all thinking arises from the ego-mind — something the Risen no longer have. It's also noted that while thinking is powerful, it’s not the only pastime in town. Our book offers a small exercise to try to suspend thinking while watching inner visualizations; if successful, true clarivoyance may arise. This "clear seeing" is how the Risen see, which is spiritual sight. The Risen can use thoughts - or what we would tend to call "thoughts" - as their version of physical tools; objects to be manipulated, stretched, colored, dissolved. This is really an art, and takes great skill to do there to achieve beautiful and monumental manifestation. But they know that thoughts are objects, and do not originate from "inside their heads." This following quote of Tim's from a chapter in the book might also expand our understanding:

"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 . . .(and) 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."

Even this does not come anywhere near to truly explaining what the Risen experience with and as mind.

On a slightly off-tangent but related note — on Earth, the majority of people are trapped in the box of their skull, unable to get out. Indeed, the Bible notes this chronic human disability in the metaphysical story of the crucifixion and the resurrection, enacted as a psychological drama on Golgotha: "the place of the skull" - an illustration of how non-spiritualized humanity is unable to get free of their own mind-prison. The "cross" is the symbol of placing a vertical element (denoting an ascending spiritual consciousness) over the horizontal element (denoting the fixed, gravity-laden earthly human ego-mind,) thus providing the necessary intervention to free the spirit, or resurrect it. The drama of the man, Jesus, getting on this metaphysical cross (which hurts like hell) was enacted to demonstrate how all people can and will — psychologically— become "Risen" - if not here while on Earth, then when free of the material body. Perhaps this could also lend an expanded meaning to the phrase, "crossing over."

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Suffering or Joy?

Suffering arises from the false sense of untrue duality, which yet remains ever a mystery to most of us embodied on this plane, and one few are able to solve. The most powerful question, it seems to me, (August) is "Can I learn through joy rather than suffering?" This also seems to compound the mystery, and to confound the thinking mind; perhaps this is necessary. The Risen do not think or use thoughts, which arise from the ego-mind. What an incredible, awesome experience of interacting with, and observing others, without thought. And here appears a clue to the answer to the original question about suffering, which is that without thought, there is only joy. Joy is the sun which always shines. Thought blocks and distort the light of Truth, which is joy itself.

Denial of the Afterlife

Victor Zammit, in his most recent newsletter, notes, "5 to 7% of people on earth do not want to accept that the afterlife exists and do not even want to investigate the possibility. . . it appears either through environmental negative programming - or for whatever reason a class of people appear not to have the skills and equanimity to accept there is an afterlife. " He then ponders,

"Did they miss out on something at birth? Is it not reasonable to ask those higher intelligences in the afterlife to work out some way to equip every human born on earth with an built-in knowing that there is an afterlife and that we are accountable for what we do in our lives so that all humans start on an equal footing?"

"My belief is that if people really knew without any doubt that there is an afterlife they would behave in a much more spiritual way and that those who committed atrocities were ones who did not accept there was an afterlife or

Victor asks readers to email in their ideas about this.

For us, it's no mystery —it's the ego-mind's doing, through the power defense mechanism it has developed and employed, denial. As we recently shared with our good friend, Rob, anyone operating through the ego-mind as if it's them cannot re-realize Authentic Self without some kind of "shock" to the system, which temporarily short-circuits and disables the ego-mind's grasp. Even just trying to explain to the person would not be enough of a jolt to the system. However, one can pray for that person, which might help establish conditions sufficient for the initiation of change.

In our book, The Risen, in the chapter "Ego-Mind and the Simulate Selves" it states,

"Change is the vehicle for creatively moving about and within Reality. When sensed, distance and space combine to manifest the sense of movement, simultaneously manifesting an experiential sense of time. Connecting with true Reality, or even the beginning awareness of a projected edge against Reality, would initiate a weakening of the simulate self’s structure, contributing to its possible dissolution and reintegration into something larger, even while Authentic Self is still earth-embodied. The dissolution of the ego-mind and its simulate selves is inevitable, which the ego-mind correctly understands and greatly dreads as its own kind of death. It also instinctively understands that it will become severed from all its relationships with the material world when the individualized Authentic Self transitions to a state where a different kind of embodiment is experienced from the current one. The refusal to accept the instinctual knowledge of its own death and any related references to death is the base element of the complex ego-system known as denial.

"Change, or mutation, is the means of continuance for material expression of Authentic Self. For the ego-mind, mutation forewarns an ending, or death. Transmutation, or mutation to a Risen state, is the ending of the ego-mind. For Authentic Self, any ending contains the experience of the next beginning, and the next, and so on, forever. The construct known as the ego-mind has learned how to convince us that its sense of ending is erroneously our own. "

It may be correctly sensed that not only is this defense system complex, but deeply embedded in what could be called the "race consciousness," which extends back to the earliest dawning of awakening human consciousness, and is inherently interwoven with the underconsciousness of present day humanity. This barely recognized depth of ego-mind involvement is why a "shock" to the system is required.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Monkey Bars 101

Thanks to all who have shared their views and reactions to our book. If you obtained your copy via Amazon books, it would be additionally wonderful, if you're so inclined, to add your own personal review there.

For us, the most interesting and totally understandable (and honest) response has been that "it's not meant for Metaphysics 101" — and more then one reader has shared in the same words, "but it's meant to be savored." Indeed, may readers report that even if they try, they can't read it fast; instant gratification is thwarted. Many are re-reading small sections at a time, then putting it down to process.

This observation is true in the simplest respect — but it could also be said that for the more advanced, seasoned traveler, it's a new kind of 101 of greater dimensional aspects. And this is precisely what (among many things) was intended by The Risen Assembly — to propel the reader out of the little kids' sandbox and onto the monkey bars. And remember the key initiative on any playground: have fun.

Friday, June 11, 2010

From The Archives: En Masse Passing Over ..... 2010 Spiritual Event

[First posted 6/25/06]

The Zerdin Fellowship is a British community of mediums and researchers devoted primarily to physical mediumship -- such as the materialization experiences Tim and I worked with for some years. As a member, I receive their wonderful magazine, The Zerdin Buzzsheet, with many articles and photos of various phenomena.

The first thing I wanted to mention was that Volume 8-June has a announcement of the joining together at a London civil ceremony of two of their trustees, Gerald O'Hara and Eric Cargill. As a survivor of a good deal of gay bashing over my half-century on this planet, including from a few who purport to be workers in spirit, it gives Tim and I great joy and pleasure to see and share this.

The other item of interest is from an article by medium David Wharmby, who notes that because of the great upsurge in sudden and unpredictable worldwide deaths, primarily due to natural disasters, war, terrorism and revolution, there are more lost souls walking the earth plane than ever before. Those of you who have read The Risen might recall the chapter on spirit rescue, and how, as those on the earth plane have become increasingly spiritually imbalanced while increasingly materialistic, the lack of understanding of survival can literally impede a transition and trap a soul mid-way.

To address this situation, David has been asked by Spirit to organize four worldwide spiritual rescue events, the first of four to be October 27 and 28, 2006; then again in 2008, 2010 and 2012. It is interesting that these October dates are during the ancient but still observed event of Samhain, when the veils between dimensions are thinnest and those trapped and wandering can be helped to cross over completely. The final date of 2012 is also interesting, as this year is being heralded as a The Event Horizon, The Omega Point, The Singularity, and The Novelty & Timewave - and somewhat related to an idea in The Matrix films -- a year of immense change and upheaval on the earth plane. (The occurrence of "novelty" is mentioned in several ways in The Risen regarding creative manifestation.) 2012 is also when The Olympics will be held.

Although many will not be able to physically attend this event in Cambridge, England, there are other ways to assist. Go to the website: for more details about the international events and how anyone can join in and help.

Wednesday, June 09, 2010

Condimental Inexplicableness Musings

Riding the subway offers great opportunities to observe lots of people doing lots of things. I'm always interested in people and especially what they are reading, but usually the book they're holding is partially obscured by others, or positioned in such a way that I can never see the title. Last Friday was no different. The interesting looking person across from me, dressed all in black with funky ripped up green Doc Martins, had his nose all but buried in his book. The title was three words, each on a line by itself, but all that was visible to me were the last few letters of each word — thus:
  • Environmental Mess Happenings?
  • Antisentimental Mistress Spankings?
  • Elemental Empress Glarings?
  • Alimental Cress Cleansings?
Clearly all potentially good books that should be on everyone's shelf.

When he finally got up to leave, I was able to see that he was boning up on Fundamental Chess Endings. Oh well. The subway is also a place where one's heart can get quickly broken several times a day.

It had been a very humid day, and by the time I arrived home, although it was late, it was still sweltering. The first thing I did was go to my spanking new, glaringly white, environmentally friendly refrigerator (see picture above) for a glass of very cold water. Strangely, it wasn't very cold. So I checked the rest of the contents, and the alimentals were warmer than they should be, including the cress. Even the ice cubes were beginning to melt. Somehow, both the fridge and the freezer had been mysteriously dialed down from "4" to "0".

Several days later, and after some minor sleuthing, I can still only conclude that there is no logical way that this could have happened. Of the four people who have keys to my place, at the time, two were in the hospital (long stories,) one was in Florida, and the remaining one is the super — who, as far as I know, is not known for sneaking into apartments and fooling with the appliances. The cats, of course, know nothing, and Tim has been unavailable for comment, being off somewhere far, far away exploring new dimensions. This is definitely one for the books, or a book, which would be called Condimental Inexplicableness Musings. Not exactly grammatical, but I'd buy it just to break a few hearts.

From The Archives: Rise and Shine

[First posted 5/20/06]

Jesus said to him, "Arise, take up your bed, and walk." (1)
— John, 5:8

Another rambling post, motivated by a question of Mogo’s about encounters with religious figures in the Risen geographies, and not sure if it answer's the question. I've never really asked much about it myself, probably because nobody Risen has ever said anything about it. I figured it someone I knew or a guide had met Jesus, they would tell me about it! Tim says that he has never met any religious icons, although occasionally someone will pass through (people are always passing through) who express a great desire to meet Jesus or Buddha, but not finding them there, move on elsewhere. Tim says these folks are considered "cases" (not sure what that means yet, seems a loaded concept) but there's the sense that they are "not all there" — meaning not fully arrived, viz. not fully Risen and so not fully consciously aware of their current status. Sounds confusing to me. Nobody there, Tim adds, seems concerned about meeting saints or gods, and are content where and as they are.

There are beings/entities of higher vibration who visit from time to time who are teachers and guides, and in spite of their great advancement and wisdom, all easily share that they are basically people just like Tim and his companions, having traveled much in the same way to have arrived where they are just as Tim will some day. These beings have sometimes identified themselves as Gandhi, St. Theresa, and the like. Tim has met Krishnamurti quite often.

All that being said, if you want to meet a religious icon, you will have an experience manifested to fulfill that desire, but it will not be the actual entity, rather one's own beliefs expressed as manifested experience and form. But it will connect you with the essence of the icon/god, which has its own valid reality.

The matter of Jesus is very complicated, and much more mysterious than can be quickly understood, if ever —that role having since been enlarged by embodied unconscious dreamers beyond the original intention, and then separated into many diverse, contradictory and paradoxical stories and agendas — myths.

Seth asserted the event of Jesus was a “psychological drama” and, with what can be described as a “Mona Lisa smile,” seemed to imply that there was no actual, historical person that actually walked on the Earth. The smile may be a hint that our world is a great collective dream of unimaginable and never-ending, always changing proportions, (2) into which the wisdom-energy that “clothed” itself as a human was able to wake in a relatively short time, and with complete conscious awareness, manifested within the dream awareness of multitudes of dreamers, who each had/has an individual dream experience while simultaneously sharing them as one great, collective dream.

This wisdom-being was able to impart truths of a higher order that challenged and confused, changed and transformed inner reality of each person who came into contact with it. Besides the four current “acceptable” different stories about Jesus in the christian bible, there are many, many other renditions, some found and hidden, others still unaccounted for, and this diversity evidences the dramatically different psychological experiences of those who were able to consciously retain some memory of these experiences. Witness the current worldwide phenomenal interest in the story of The Da Vinci Code. In spite of historians repeatedly swearing that it’s all fiction, people want to believe it, and so do believe, and thus yet another psychological drama emerges from the collective mind. In spite of their underconscious, and therefore unorganized inner states, people want to organize and re-organize it all, often without restraint or careful thought, as directed by the agenda of ego-mind, which seeks to counterattack the organized facts that the figure of Jesus presented, which was primarily that there is no death and we don’t die, so don’t worry, be happy.

K. supports Seth’s assertions of psychological dramatics, referring to the Jesus event as an achievement of manifested brilliance on the highest of levels by the creators of our particular solar system. (“Two Thumbs Up!" – Clive Barnes.) Many human saints, mostly unknown, unseen, and unacknowledged, participated in the event. This event is still happening on multi-dimensional levels within and outside terrestrial temporality. K. cites as examples the beings who were sometimes mysteriously mentioned in connection with “spiritual communities” with names like “Great White Brotherhood,” “Such-and-such Lodge,” etc. The expansion beyond the “original intention” does not mean that it was not unacceptable or even unforeseen, because the very nature of our particular terrestrial dimension is to increase diversity through the principle novel chaos — or is it chaotic novelty? This principle was and is used to that effect by Source Creators and is why our planet contains such a barely plausible wealth of diversity within such a small sphere.

These High Ordered Sentients or mega-beings, as Tim calls them in Chapter 25, “The Pastime of Reincarnation” — are, as indicated by the use of the scientific term “psychological” — scientists of the highest kind. We can’t imagine them, but they can imagine us. Recall in an earlier post that as truth becomes more organized, there is more light. The more light there is, the more awakened one becomes — as the drapes to our individual rooms slowly open a bit more each moment of the dawning of our awakening, more light is revealed. The more we begin to awaken, the more we are able to see, to eventually Rise from our beds of terrestrial sleep and move forth into a greater new world of unlimited Light.

(1) "Bed" in metaphysical language = "place of lying down" — i.e., state of mind or "the dream". "Walk" implies consciousness, i.e., raising the head (mind). "Taking up one's bed" is also reflective of the Cosmic Directive to the newly sparked life: "Rise and shine!"
(2) "Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so-called scientific knowledge." — Thomas Edison