Monday, January 31, 2011

Wake up, or keep dreaming?

The Red King Sleeping
by Kenneth Rougeau

PBS just finished airing the last of a 4-segment Masterpiece Theatre series, Downton Abbey.  Very English, very Edwardian, very good. It's set in the early 1900's, just before the Great War, and  I resonate quite deeply with that era, and even with Maggie Smith's character, Violet, Dowager Countess of Grantham. She's lived through Victoria's reign and already can see the the Golden Edwardian Age is quickly dissolving before her eyes, and she frets about whether electricity will cause poisonous gases, and dislikes the kind of light gas gives off; give her beeswax candles any old day. Responding to a comment by someone of the working class at an evening dinner, she asks everyone in total innocence, "What's a weekend?"  Her loyalty to the structure society's highly strict dictates of what's acceptable and what's not, and avoiding scandal at any costs, is unwavering; it's the only way such a class system could survive. 

My peculiar resonance is not that I'm afraid of electricity or am a snob about the correct glass for barley water, but because I was practically raised by Risen people who were from that time. For certain reasons best left unsaid, my childhood was a very solitary one for the first 4 years, although quite happy, in a huge and dusty, ill-lit Victorian house that was far too large for just my parents and me. It would have been a lonely experience, too, if not for the many people in Spirit who watched over me, taught me many things about life here and there, and amused me with many strange things that still go far beyond modern technology. None had lived in this particular house, but were ancestors of mine who had lived in England and Ireland during Victoria and Edward VII's reigns. So practically everything they shared or said was coloured by what they could remember about what life on earth was like; I saw and heard things through their memories, as I had very few of my own, being so young. They educated me by showing me "movies" of some of their remembrances, from key events in their lives to subtle wisps of how the air felt, and how the light looked on the trees, and what they were feeling at the time; much of my child's life was lit by such golden moments. I had a huge room at the front of the house on the third floor, and I had to start at one end of the room and run like mad in order to leap up and get into the huge brass bed I slept in, and they often materialized glowing books with moving pictures over my head (take that, Kindle!). Most of the original Victorian furnishings and light fixtures, rugs and furniture were still in this old house, so the vibrations emanating from them further strengthened and enhanced their spirit presences, which are still with me to this day.  I even have feelings of reminiscence, even homesickness for an era I was never part of. Fortunately, they were only minor snobs, so while I do sometimes fret about having enough desert spoons and the right plates for the Rachel pudding, I certainly continue to support women's right to vote. ;)  

Some people, having this kind of experience with those in Spirit, often misinterpret such information as evidence of having a past life. It is the ego-mind which makes such decisions, taking its usual path of co-opting the truth for its own purposes, which are always motivated by its fear of its eventual dissolution, or death. True freedom of Authentic Self-living arises when one knows who one actually is, and isn't. Charles Dodgson, better known as Lewis Carroll, was born just about when Victoria came into reign, and he transitioned just before it ended in 1901. His characters, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, in his masterpiece, Alice In Wonderland, sound to me very much like how the ego-mind's irrationality manifests, such as Tweedle Dee's definition of logic: "Contrariwise . . . if it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic." Dodgson seems to have been unusually wise in the ways of the ego-mind, for when Alice and the 'Dums come upon the sleeping Red King, they convince her that he is dreaming her, and that because she isn't real, when he wakes up, she will no longer exist: "Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his dream. You know very well you're not real."

Like the Red King, many of us are still sleeping, and dreaming that our lives and the people in them are real. Do we really want to wake up? Alice went down the hole after falling asleep, but emerged still convinced it was all a dream. How often has that happened to us? How would we know? Maybe we prefer dreaming!

Monday, January 24, 2011

2011's first issue of Paranthropology Available

2011's first issue of Paranthropology - Vol. 2 No. 1 - "Mediumship and Spirit Possession" is now available to download for free, or view directly from here.

August's paper, The Disparity of a “Standards of Care” for Spirit Mediumship as a Permissible Behavioral Health Care Profession, is one of many fascinating pieces published in this issue, which examines mediumship from a variety of perspectives, academic and experiential, for a fairly holistic approach to the subject.

August's paper can also be downloaded directly from here

Happy reading — should you like to send your comments to the publisher, or suggest a contribution of your own to the next issue, "Psi and the Psychedelic Experience", contact Jack Hunter.

The Lane of Love.

I (August) am often asked about what my current, ongoing relationship with Tim is like - especially since he made his transition to the Risen state almost two decades ago. It seems very odd to think or say "two decades ago" because I seldom think about our current relationship in terms of time; there's only "time" if I think about the past, which I sometimes do. But as Tim says, "I'm not there, I'm here."  So how do I experience Tim and this relationship now? I'm sorry to say you may be disappointed to hear me say that I really can't say; there are increasingly no human words for what Tim and I have become. But I'd like to try. Perhaps the best way is to share two very different astral experiences I recently had. Because there is memory of these experiences, my ego-mind has been able to come up with some language that makes fairly good sense to the terrestrial, conscious mind, and so a bit easier to relate here, however simply.

Experience #1 was seemingly very brief according to memory, but in actuality, was outside of time and so was buoyed by feelings of endlessness and limitlessness.  Tim and I were together in a car, with him at the wheel driving us around while we simply chatted. There was a great deal of bold and loud laughter, as a direct effect from the intense enjoyment of being in one another's presence. This enjoyment was so intense as to feel like a fountain of energy flowing through our very thoughts and feelings, as it rose in a continual rushing; it was a rush! I could not keep my eyes off his face as he drove, and felt myself being almost, but not quite, overwhelmed by my total love for this amazing being. The true meaning of "unending abundance" and "ever present prosperity" was being experienced directly with one another, through one another, as our individualities melted and merged into increasingly outrageous sensations of power and immortality; we could have driven on like that forever.

Experience # 2 occurred in a lower astral level of what might be called "sub-reality" - meaning not authentically "real" - but generated from memories of the ego-mind, and from  inauthentic feelings still resident in those memories of the past. It was much more dream-like, and much less alive. It's obvious that the experience was more of a psychological one generated from various and unprocessed, repressed fears and worries. I wanted to talk with Tim, but "he" had isolated himself by resorting to living underground. His only contact with the surface was through a pipe sticking up out of the ground. Some kind of "guard" sat next to it and relayed my request to see him by calling down through the pipe; he eventually, although reluctantly, came up to meet with me. He was distant, sullen, withdrawn, barely responsive to me; he didn't seem to recognize me. I woke up from the experience feeling rejected and dejected, but was able to resolve it through supportive analysis with one of my guides, who helped me realize that the experience wasn't real and that the ego-mind should not be allowed further access to it - the ego-mind would most likely use it for its own non-sane purposes for generating more negative feelings from me from which to feed.

Everyone will have their own astral-etheric-dream experiences of loved ones who have transitioned to other-dimensional states. One can become quickly overwhelmed and confused by the complexities of such experiences, but if one stays with the basic feelings: are they joyful, or joyless? - one can arrive fairly easily at what's real and what's not.  I recently came across a phrase I'd written down in a notebook, but not sure where it came from: "My head makes me suspicious; my heart frees me from harm."  I love this kind of idea, as it helps me keep my eyes on the road when distracted by things alongside seeking to keep me from my destination of staying in the lane of love.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Give 'til you bleeded to Dr. Melvin Morse's 2011 Polar Bear Plunge

This says it better than we ever can. Thank you, Family Morse for your endeavors for Special Olympics Delaware . . . we love you deeply.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Materia Academia

A new page, Materia Academia, has been added to our website for us spirit-nerd types. A work-in-progress (not perfection) please feel free to send us anything you feel might be useful to have there. The material can be old or contemporary. It should be scientifically/philosophically academic in nature — not pseudo-academic, or neo-academic, or punk-academic, or cult-academic . . . although nothing is written in ectoplasm, so send anything and we'll take a look.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Why NDE Tests May Fail

A study being conducted by Dr. Sam Parnia, the lead investigator in a research project coordinated by Southampton University’s School of Medicine in England, is designed to see if the “maybe” factor can be eliminated from the Near-Death Experience phenomenon.  Less ambitious studies have apparently failed.  It is likely that Parnia's test will fail as well.  If you want to know why, see Mike Tymn's "Why Dr. Parnia’s NDE Test Will Likely Fail". Much of the info presented validates information disclosed in The Risen as well.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Upcoming journal publishing.

August has just completed an academic paper, "The Disparity of a “Standards of Care” for Spirit Mediumship as a Permissible Behavioral Health Care Profession". It was instigated by some of the same Risen Collective who had initiated the book, The Risen. Although written in APA style, there's no way it would be accepted in any APA journal because of its kookiness, but the online journal Paranthropology has asked to publish it in this month's volume "Mediumship & Spirit Possession."  A pdf of the paper will be made available at the Risen website after online publication, which should be in the third week of January.