<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508</id><updated>2012-02-01T17:43:00.993-05:00</updated><category term='physical manifestation'/><category term='medium'/><category term='Lao Tzu'/><category term='afterlife book published morse survival interdimensional reincarnation'/><category term='spiritualism'/><category term='djinn'/><category term='materialization'/><category term='death'/><category term='spirit'/><category term='dream'/><category term='skeptics'/><category term='imbrogno'/><category term='mediumship'/><category term='authentic self'/><category term='suffering'/><category term='ego-mind'/><category term='Monroe Institute'/><category term='life after death'/><category term='psychiatrists'/><category term='interdimension'/><category term='thinking'/><category term='ufo'/><title type='text'>The Risen</title><subtitle type='html'>Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp;amp; Survival Beyond Death —

21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp;amp; Physical Mediumship.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-114064045105551680</id><published>2012-02-01T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T17:43:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: Krishnamurti Speaks:  Negation &amp; Dimensionality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/x.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/x.0.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This communication from K. is from the Archives of February, 2006.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We speak of dimensionality, of dimensions, which suggest quality and quantity — time and space — in mixed measures of unlimited ideas and approaches to one's life experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negation is not positive thinking. Positive thinking works, by willful and consistent repetition, to overcome negative aspects, by turning off those aspects, as it were. So it can be seen that positive thinking can actually be quite violent in effect. Positive thinking needs negative thinking as a side-by-side companion, or as the background against which to stand and to be counted. Regard the system of binary code, which is represented by "1" and "0", which represent, respectively, on and off, yes and no, this and not this. They can exist only in direct but separate relationship to one another. Without one, the other is nothing. They may be perceived as opposites, yet are bound by something invisible and intrinsic that cannot be defined, although it would seem that they themselves are the defining factors. To ponder how this invisible something is used is to begin to touch the edge of the road that leads to other dimensions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negation is not of the binary. It is not of thought; rather, it is a non-thought or the space of absence of thought, which appears first as "no", and then becomes "yes". To negate something may appear, sound or look as if one is saying "no" to something else. Rather, as a more organized truth, which some may call "higher" or "greater" or "holier" and so on, negation neither recognizes nor remembers what it does not wish to manifest or occur. It is using the mind for something other than thought, which requires perception and memory. Without them, there is no thought, and without thought, there is no time. In this way, so-called miracles arise. It's not that what was unacceptable is now acceptable; rather, it is now &lt;i&gt;not. &lt;/i&gt;What was damaged is healed — in the eternal nowness of what is, then, it has always been healed — and in fact, it was never otherwise than whole. This truth is what exists before, during and after the perception of events within the experience of psychological time. Neither the no nor yes exist, except if and as one chooses. This is the core of one's Self, and by extension, the expansion of one's view of the outer and inner dimensions, which become one when all else is negated. Then Reality becomes a dream, and the dream becomes Reality, and they co-exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What arises from this co-existence contains all the probabilities of dimensional experience; there is no time where this oneness is concerned; in fact, it is not concerned at all nor in any way. What arises is not static, or dead, but moving and living. When the mind uses thought to make decisions, which is judgment, and assigns the judgment with "1" or "0", then time and space, which is dimensionality, arises within the field of perception. When the attention is withdrawn from them, they collapse, and wholeness, which is peace, emerges from the dark waters of the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Negation collapses the binary. Negation is conscious non-awareness of "1" or "0", which leads to conscious awareness of &lt;i&gt;something else&lt;/i&gt;. This something else can be of one's choosing, which can be judged or not, although from any greater perspective in the cosmos the judgment is neither good nor bad, "1" nor "0". Negation is not turning off both the "1" and the "0", but turning the attention away from them. Negation is choosing &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;, and &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; only — there is no &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. Once this choice is made, &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; does not exist, and one is left with &lt;i&gt;this&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-114064045105551680?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/114064045105551680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=114064045105551680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114064045105551680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114064045105551680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2006/02/krishnamurti-speaks-negation.html' title='From The Archives: Krishnamurti Speaks:  Negation &amp; Dimensionality'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5449453369921357230</id><published>2012-01-30T14:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:56:25.098-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Withering of Finer Ancient Senses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynGT5MVnnxI/Tybw9geq3NI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eC1dMdsHc1E/s1600/ancient-tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="277" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynGT5MVnnxI/Tybw9geq3NI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eC1dMdsHc1E/s320/ancient-tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An excerpt from Tim's brilliant chapter, "The Pastime of Reincarnation" from &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;. To read the entire chapter, go &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/The_Pastime_of_Reincarnation.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Because of the withering of such finer ancient senses, the reigning earthly&amp;nbsp; cultural view disables any abilities to perceive the underlying realities, thus rendering them invisible to the mind. Now, in your time, Nature itself is being&amp;nbsp; disabled and destroyed by humankind, which means that humankind is&amp;nbsp; destroying itself. When you attempt to destroy Nature you are literally&amp;nbsp; destroying your hearth. Destructive thinking leads to manifested violence.&amp;nbsp; Humankind is an inextricable part of Nature because, like the baby trees, their&amp;nbsp; spirits arise out of the same spirit of Greater Nature. Humankind is now&amp;nbsp; increasingly dismantling its own hearth, which contains the collective memories&amp;nbsp; of countless individual homes. Decreased access to the collective underconscious&amp;nbsp; leaves a feeling of emptiness and longing, and so people are filled&amp;nbsp; with increasing urges escalated by their ego-minds to fill that emptiness—even&amp;nbsp; with stories that aren’t completely true or which have yet to be realized. These&amp;nbsp; urges demand instant satisfaction regardless of the damages incurred, while&amp;nbsp; neglecting the health of the overall collective and causing severe imbalances&amp;nbsp; within the greater system."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I give you an image here of your blue planet swimming in the Cosmic Ocean of Ceaseless Voyaging. Its never-ending development continually advances it as a new species in every unit of space-time. Although Earth appears finite, it is, in countless and generally unknown ways, infinite and nonpredictable in its own evolution. This is because it is a living, organic being itself. Although it has long been studied by earth-born Risen, our terrestrial home is still a great creature of greater mysteries. Citing the repetitive tendencies of human histories, some see Earthkind’s present destructive actions as signs of evolution and an element of the process of earth’s unfolding nature, where growth appears as an occurrence from a four-dimensional perspective, like the movement of a pendulum swinging to and fro, further and wider. They wonder what the limits of this pendulum are and if it is reaching the state of its final limitations—many believe that it has. From multidimensional perspectives that are beyond the usual four—within most of humankind’s ken—there are yet other models. The spiral is one that well-describes the Risen perspective, a model that is greatly downsized and a relatively static example of higher dimensions.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLH4eZuUtqA/Tyb1udr4PPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Lk7hiTzIOtY/s1600/1724180-spacewhales.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLH4eZuUtqA/Tyb1udr4PPI/AAAAAAAAAvE/Lk7hiTzIOtY/s320/1724180-spacewhales.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5449453369921357230?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5449453369921357230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5449453369921357230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5449453369921357230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5449453369921357230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/withering-of-finer-ancient-senses.html' title='The Withering of Finer Ancient Senses'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ynGT5MVnnxI/Tybw9geq3NI/AAAAAAAAAu8/eC1dMdsHc1E/s72-c/ancient-tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8521782148754579676</id><published>2012-01-30T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:08:53.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The geology of spirit.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;[First posted 3/26/11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just for the heck of it, I re-scanned Boris's image at 300 dpi with certain enhancements, to see how it would appear here. (Sorry it's a little crooked.) Of course it depends on the resolution of one's computer screen, but keep in mind that this is a 3x5 card. Click on the image below to see closer details. Most of us will be able to then click again on the image to enlarge it even more. My computer has refined resolution, so I don't know how many can see the "geology" of the image, which appear (to me)&amp;nbsp; as complex ridges, whorls, miniature streams and valleys created by the precipitation of molecules of pigment. The biologist's loupe I use reveals much more nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cj0LXkn9FaU/TY6SoG5n_2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yNO-mkV3hok/s1600/PrecipArt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cj0LXkn9FaU/TY6SoG5n_2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yNO-mkV3hok/s400/PrecipArt.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Keywords: precipitated art, boris pasternak, card, hoyt robinette ]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8521782148754579676?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8521782148754579676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8521782148754579676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8521782148754579676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8521782148754579676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-in-details.html' title='The geology of spirit.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cj0LXkn9FaU/TY6SoG5n_2I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/yNO-mkV3hok/s72-c/PrecipArt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7643623988586098382</id><published>2012-01-28T09:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T10:08:14.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the Myths of Reincarnation.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIxlMufIP3g/TyQJao6ho7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/IptgKAKfm7o/s1600/pastime.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIxlMufIP3g/TyQJao6ho7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/IptgKAKfm7o/s320/pastime.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;“Wherever you go, there you are.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Zen Buddhist Saying&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Do not adjust your screens. This is not a test.”&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Zen Risen Saying&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finishing the reading of our special friend, Anita Moorjani's new book from Hay House,  &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dying-Be-Me-Journey-Healing/dp/1401937519"&gt;Dying To Be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So very much of what she shares resonates with and validates an exceptional amount of what we also struggled to put into words, which, as some may know, are inadequate and even misleading when trying to explain the numinous to the phenomenal mind. We are especially happy that her experience joins with and validates what a very few others are finally beginning to realize: that what has been taught as "reincarnation" can be something else entirely! This idea was explored in great detail in the chapter, "The Pastime of Reincarnation" in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;. We offer a &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/The_Pastime_of_Reincarnation.pdf" target="_blank"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to a pdf of that chapter for those so interested, while echoing Anita's suggestion that we suspend beliefs for even a little bit, to begin to experience the expansion that she had during the spiritual adventure of her NDE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7643623988586098382?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7643623988586098382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7643623988586098382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7643623988586098382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7643623988586098382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-on-myths-of-reincarnation.html' title='More on the Myths of Reincarnation.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HIxlMufIP3g/TyQJao6ho7I/AAAAAAAAAu0/IptgKAKfm7o/s72-c/pastime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7497851240205673549</id><published>2012-01-25T13:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:48:03.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Tapestry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyY86QeHhD0/TyBPSIQWycI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZZTeuUttMKo/s1600/transfiguration.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyY86QeHhD0/TyBPSIQWycI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZZTeuUttMKo/s400/transfiguration.jpg" width="255" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Transfiguration, by &lt;a href="http://www.alexgrey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Alex Grey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our many favorite passages from &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;In spite of our current self-imposed limitations, through imagination we are able to continuously find transformational ways to locate, engage, embrace, communicate, and commune with others—wherever, whenever, and however they may be. We are “beings in movement” and “becomings in transformation.” These transformational movements are the creative methods of interweaving of all things living—and remain aware that there is nothing that is &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;living. Note that “creative” is used here instead of “manifesting” for one of the very few times in this book. In this instance, creative means “fun,” or more succinctly, “to enjoy.” That is, to join with the drawing forth of joy from where all pleasure surges forth, and to permeate our life with that joy.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Keeping the Risen concept of weaving in mind, what we have before us, and are integrated in, is a Supreme Tapestry. There appears to be a Very Grand Design which we all follow, either in awareness or not, co-creatively or not— “creatively” again meaning “with fun.” The Grand Design is a work of perfection intermingled with imperfection, solutions with problems, brilliance with faux pas, and stillness within movement. As we weave we are free to make it up as we go along in any way that pleases us, while simultaneously staying within the Grand Design as imagined by &lt;i&gt;Higher Imaginals&lt;/i&gt;, of whom we are an inseparable part. The Higher Imaginals are many things, but for our purposes here it suffices to say that they are &lt;i&gt;unimaginably &lt;/i&gt;advanced, evolved individuals—or Most High Selves of Authenticity. Because It is infinite in concept and execution, it’s not possible to stray from the Great Design—so it’s not possible to be judged for appearing to do so, or even for wanting to. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Although provocative in an illustrative way, the idea of a tapestry is a limiting concept and can be misleading. An earthly tapestry is a two-dimensional representational projection onto a three-dimensional object, used to portray three- and four-dimensional worlds—the fourth dimension being time. With the mind’s eye, it is possible to expand this concept by seeing a tapestry as woven not in a flattened manner, but as interwoven from all directions and by all beings, simultaneously. Picture this happening as guided by some kind of Great Designer who is presently unknown to us from within our limited dimensional awareness. Proceed further by seeing the interweaving occurring within different kinds of time, which gives rise to movement, which is &lt;i&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;. We begin to comprehend the idea of a living work of art, which is Life as we know it, and as we don’t know it. Lastly, imagine that we are each a Great-Designer-In-Progress.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7497851240205673549?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7497851240205673549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7497851240205673549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7497851240205673549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7497851240205673549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/grand-tapestry.html' title='The Grand Tapestry'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qyY86QeHhD0/TyBPSIQWycI/AAAAAAAAAus/ZZTeuUttMKo/s72-c/transfiguration.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-114079468006928542</id><published>2012-01-19T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:19:40.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: We are not amuses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/35545407.RWeAreNotAmused.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/35545407.RWeAreNotAmused.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[originally posted 2/24/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.'s communication (in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;) is one, like most, that personally I need to re-read many times. It was often this way with his earthly writings for me as well. I don't know about other folks, but for me it's as if sometimes there's a barrier, or some kind of psychological &lt;a href="http://www.teflon.com/NASApp/Teflon/TeflonPageServlet?pageId=/consumer/na/eng/housewares/keyword/teflon_keyword_home.html"&gt;Teflon&lt;/a&gt; that causes the part of my mind that's trying to comprehend the material to just slip off and I find myself looking out the window at the birdies or the clouds slowly skimming across the sky or realizing I'm sorta hungry or that I forgot to water the plant I don't really care about anyway or wondering if I have any popcorn and if I should make a list of other things I don't have and wondering if there's anything good on tv tonight. This kind of reaction (which is not a response) also often happens, it seems, with presented material as discerned through mediumship. I noticed this is the case, for example when I re-read the old Seth books (although Jane Roberts did not consider herself a medium, but a channeler, if anything.) After a certain amount of sliding off the material, my mind gives up and goes elsewhere. Sometimes it takes years for me to have reached a certain place in my psychospiritual development where I can take in, process and understand, perhaps even apply to my life, the material that was consistently evading my comprehension. It really is a matter of try, try again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It helps me to understand, and remember, that this process of apprehension is organic, meaning it's a living process and a matter of making a connection between the organism which we are, and other organisms. We are each, in a very real way, an organ of a larger body — which is often mostly unorganized and in the process of becoming organized. When we reach out to others in mind and spirit, and even body, we are making the attempt to associate or join in some way, to become part of that larger body. This body, in turn is also an organ of another body. I refrain from qualifying this next body as "larger" or "greater" because those terms are misleading. A more appropriate phrase might be "more organized" — which also serves as a different way to indicate "more truth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These distinctions of words and concepts was and is still of interest to the individualized mind-spirit once known as Krishnamurti, and hence to me as well, since he's been my guide and teacher since I was sparked and risen on this planet — and so still is, since I'm still here. Two such particular concepts, which Tim and I have discussed many times and many ways in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, are &lt;i&gt;creation&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;manifestation&lt;/i&gt;. Because these concepts are directly related to K.'s previous message about Reality and dream, we wish to very briefly revisit them. I tend to assume that everyone has read &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, or at least, already understand these concepts as we intend. But we all know what they say happens when one tries to assume something. &lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many, many authors and teachers, known and anonymous, embodied and elsewhere, use the word "creation" quite indiscriminately in such a way that we &lt;i&gt;assume&lt;/i&gt; we can create. It's also carelessly switched and/or mingled with "creativity".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, we cannot create. Creation, or All That Is, is all there is. Our sphere of availability — which is a body, which itself is an organ — is contained within a greater organized body — which is also an organ — which is contained within a greater organized body — which is also an organ — and so on, and on, and on . . . infinooty. All of this is now created. It's hard not to use the limiting past tense "all of this has already been created" — because all is present — all creation is now. But don't worry about when, or how. Don't worry at all. Instead, wonder about — and then wonder at— &lt;i&gt;Who&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Who&lt;/i&gt;, the Original Source has gifted us, individually and collectively, with the ability to manifest &lt;b&gt;unlimited&lt;/b&gt; aspects of creation. Creation is Reality, and It is malleable; flexible, impressionable, submissive, yielding, &lt;i&gt;governable&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;sup&gt;(2)&lt;/sup&gt; We cause creation to manifest, but we cannot create creation, anymore than we can create our Self. Nor can we uncreate our Self. We can, of course, manifest and unmanifest our self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this level of materiality, as well as on the next few, including the Risen geographies, we manifest with mind. On our particular earthly level, we manifest primarily with thought, which is mostly random and chaotic and arises from unawareness. Regardless of whether or not we manifest with awareness, our manifestations are dreams; we are dreaming. This is not an undesirable but an exiting and fun thing to do, and for as long as we want. Of course, this implies waking up, and it is fairly easy to intuit that waking up is part of the process of our current existence. More and more people are waking up. Have you ever been in a dream and tried to wake up? It's usually not very easy, and often we have to be really scared in order to achieve it. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it, is to now wake up without fear, and with clarity, joy and &lt;i&gt;anticipation&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Self is a gift. We are our own gift. And what do we say when someone gives us something? "&lt;i&gt;Thank you&lt;/i&gt;!" And it's ok, and desirable, to also shout "&lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt;!" We never stop saying it, because we never stop manifesting. Our manifesting brings great joy and pleasure to the Original Source — we are the conduits of joy, which nourishes the Source, ever amplifying It and expanding It. Because we are literally inseparable from It, we are also the same as It. So we simultaneously are thanking ourselves and bringing joy and pleasure to ourselves, all the while amplifying and expanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt; I know what "they" say, but I also notice that the letters of &lt;i&gt;assume&lt;/i&gt; can be rearranged to read &lt;i&gt;amuses&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(2)&lt;/sup&gt; "Be fruitful, and multiply, and replenish the earth, and subdue it; and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over every living thing that creepeth upon the earth." (Genesis, Chapter 1) Note it reads dominion, not domination. Also, here "subdue" is derived from the Indo-European &lt;i&gt;deuk&lt;/i&gt;, "to lead" -- and a clearer concept to derive from &lt;i&gt;deuk&lt;/i&gt; would be " to educate", indicating "to lead out" -- basically meaning &lt;i&gt;to&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;manifest&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-114079468006928542?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/114079468006928542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=114079468006928542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114079468006928542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114079468006928542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-are-not-amuses.html' title='From The Archives: We are not amuses.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3382258666340905147</id><published>2012-01-18T12:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T17:38:13.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: For Do It Yourselfers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;[First posted 7/12/2010]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtKkaSpYGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xe9AyyteiZ4/s1600/protein-dark-energy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493066159901728866" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtKkaSpYGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xe9AyyteiZ4/s400/protein-dark-energy.jpg" style="float: left; height: 193px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 258px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtJpxTVFUI/AAAAAAAAAc0/A0Lf4dD7vJs/s1600/protein+pollack.png"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtKuSAzUgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KKCBU4LB6zQ/s1600/autumn+rhythm+number+30+pollock+1950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="160" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493066329478091266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtKuSAzUgI/AAAAAAAAAdE/KKCBU4LB6zQ/s320/autumn+rhythm+number+30+pollock+1950.jpg" style="float: right; height: 153px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 305px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtJDGCMbDI/AAAAAAAAAcs/b5_BDbibXDw/s1600/pollack+protein.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Above Left: Artist rendering of calmodulin molecule depicting protein "dark energy." &lt;br /&gt;Above Right: “Autumn Rhythm” by Jackson Pollock, 1950.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney asks, &lt;br /&gt;"Dear Tim and August,Does  any particular practise and by this I mean the non-dual way of being  confer any spiritual advantage when transforming to a 'Risen'?"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sydney ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A  trick question! Asking a question automatically begins the dualistic  process of yes and no. If there was no question, there would be no need  for an answer. There can't be yes without a no, or a no without a yes.  Perhaps this is why a traditional zen response would be something that  totally ignores the question, as if it doesn't exist, as if to say, "Do  not leave the state of single mindedness in order to find out what it  is; do not look into a mirror to see yet another you who is not you." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So  perhaps much unlearning is necessary, not learning. Unlearning means  letting go, giving up, surrendering — which all lead to rest. As Tim  said after he awoke in a bed in his new geography, ". . . glorious,  glorious peace . . ." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeking  an advantage will also set up a false system of duality. This is the  ego-mind seeking something better, best, more-than, which need  not-so-good and less-than to exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After  one has transitioned, one does not necessarily "rise" -- which is  another way of saying, "become fully and consciously aware and awake."  Upon a spirit's release from the body, if the ego-mind has  "crystallized" so that it still brings echoes of its former terrestrial  vibration, the newly-released spirit will take its manifestation  instructions from those vibrations, which are usually to resist change,  and even to try to return to some former state. This is neither rising  nor rest. If we awaken now, while on the earth - by correcting the  imbalance brought about by a dominating ego-mind - we will continue on  in this awakened state — which we call "transmutation." If we are in  this state when the body dies, this awakened transition is Rising. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How  to correct the imbalance while embodied, to achieved Authentic Self  realization? Serendipitously, friend Rob just sent us this quote of  Ramesh from the &lt;a href="http://advaitafellowship.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html"&gt;archives &lt;/a&gt;of The Advaita Fellowship: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"The 'direct method': Destroy the ego by seeking its identity, does raise a valid question - who is asked to destroy the ego?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Perhaps  the explanation is that what is to be destroyed is not the ego itself  but the malignant element in the ego... the sense of personal doership,  volition. When the ego finally, totally realizes that it is not in  charge of life, but merely represents the body as a separate entity, a  separate, uniquely programmed instrument through which the Primal Energy  functions and brings about whatever is to be brought about in the  moment, according to a Cosmic Law - then the ego realizes its impotency  and remains placid and inactive. The ego realizes its passive role as a  mere witness of all that is happening in the moment.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;That is self-realization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;If, any way, we &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;to learn, in &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it is suggested: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     "It may seem strange that the ego-mind is one of physical life’s  tools and not our enemy, but believing in an enemy creates and sustains  an environment for it and strengthens the belief as well, which was  spawned by the ego-mind in the first place. As Authentic Self, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;have  the legitimate authority and the real ability to impress beliefs upon  our own ego-mind, not the other way around. Doing so will generate  authentic feelings, and then consequential emotions of health or  non-health, depending on the belief.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     "In a way, the ego-mind is our child, originally designed to be  useful, to learn to help, to be included, to be appreciated, to grow,  and to be loved. To discipline it does not mean to punish it. A disciple  is a learner who needs a gentle, loving teacher. When a student makes a  mistake but insists that he hasn’t, a compassionate teacher would not  accuse the student of being a liar. Instead she would simply and clearly  ask for the student’s consciously aware attention and then suggest  other perspectives and possibilities for consideration. The teacher  might also gently remind the student, “We are individualized, conscious  parts of the same Greater Whole, joined with all others as one, and we  are also each and uniquely our own person.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     "In this way the learner is enabled to make personal decisions under  guidance. Can the ego-mind be guided and transformed—to become the  helping tool it seems to have been meant to be? Can it be cared for and  nurtured to grow into a mature and useful citizen of Greater Mind, or  will it be allowed to run our lives like a tyrant with willful and  vindictive addictive urges? Can it come to see and accept that it is  part of a Greater Design, and that its role will come to a natural  conclusion in the way that a flowering bush comes to fruition, the fruit  to be used as nourishment for a higher purpose? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;    "As consciously aware individuals we each must &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;individually &lt;/span&gt;find  the answers as Authentic Self. There is grace enough in our personal  and shared universes to focus what Sri Nisargadatta describes as  “affectionate awareness” (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;turiya&lt;/span&gt;)  onto the ego-mind and transform it into a useful form of energy as part  of our transformative Self-transition, or transmutation.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  can be seen, believing in an enemy, in an opposite or "other" begins  the illusion of not-one, or dualism. The emphasis is on the individual;  the answer is within each one, not in each other. This hearkens back to  the previous post about race-consciousness beliefs, such as those that  encourage an individual to believe that "humans are inherently social  and therefore to be individual is less desirable than to be part of a  community." It is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ego-mind&lt;/span&gt;  that needs to be social in order to have "other" to compare itself to,  and thus find and establish an "identity." An individual —Authentic  Self — needs nothing to establish, for it simply and already is.   Accepting this race belief will ensure that one will always be  less-than-seeking-more-than. This is why the primary existential despair  of our modern world is the prevailing feeling of meaninglessness;  non-existence; hopelessness, or as Kierkegaard said it, "despair of  spiritlessness; despair of encapsulation; despair of defiance."  As  Authentic Self, we are complete, and need add nothing more. Seeking  to  complete oneself by joining others sets up dualism and thus a feeling   of longing for oneness again, in an endless cycle of insanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These existentialist ideas of the 19th and 20th centuries bring to mind another existentialist term, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dasein,&lt;/span&gt; or  being-in-the-world, and the process of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daseinanalysis&lt;/span&gt;,   or trying to see what is in one's experience and describe it as  accurately as possible. Existentialism is a highly intellectualized lens  through which to view the individual, and perhaps it can be seen that  even trying to describe an experience is a removal from the experience,  thus dualism. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a Risen stance, I am the experience; and I am the lens. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vipassana &lt;/span&gt;is  an ancient Middle Indo-Aryan word for a process of  observation—observing “what is” from moment-to-moment—observing “what  is” as it is, thus gaining a “panoramic view” of one’s life while  immersed in all life. Dualism is of no consequence from within this  total self-immersion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We close for now with a quote used in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt; — excerpts from the &lt;a href="http://www.buddhanet.net/bvk_study/bvk21d.htm"&gt;discourses &lt;/a&gt;of Shri S N Goenka and Sayagyi U BA Khin on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vipassana&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;“As  you experience it yourself you experience that the entire material  world is nothing but vibration. We have to experience the ocean of  infinite waves surging within, the river of inner sensations flowing  within, the eternal dance of the countless vibrations within every atom  of the body. We have to witness our continuously changing nature. All of  this is happening at an extremely subtle level . . . As you experience  the reality of matter to be vibration, you also start experiencing the  reality of the mind: consciousness, perception, sensation and reaction.  If you experience them properly with Vipassana, it will become clear how  they work.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3382258666340905147?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3382258666340905147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3382258666340905147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3382258666340905147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3382258666340905147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-archives-for-do-it-yourselfers.html' title='From The Archives: For Do It Yourselfers'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TDtKkaSpYGI/AAAAAAAAAc8/Xe9AyyteiZ4/s72-c/protein-dark-energy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5097110367176507854</id><published>2012-01-14T10:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T19:11:05.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Podast of August at Skeptico now available</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhuLuJtW7ts/TwNIjLhBvaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4biXb-wrIDQ/s1600/top.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="70" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhuLuJtW7ts/TwNIjLhBvaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4biXb-wrIDQ/s400/top.gif" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;An in-depth exploration and discussion with Alex Tsakiris about what Tim called "the pastime of reincarnation" from a few months back is now available as &lt;a href="http://www.skeptiko.com/"&gt;podcast and transcription&lt;/a&gt;. We thank Alex for what we found to be an interesting and invigorating experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who know and love &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, and who have expressed concern over Alex's seemingly negative and somewhat unreceptive stance in this podcast, and about the same energy expressed at his forum: &lt;a href="http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-not-afraid.html" target="_blank"&gt;don't worry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recommend listening to some of the &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Past%20Broadcasts.html" target="_blank"&gt;other broadcasts&lt;/a&gt; August has done in the past, including one at Coast 2 Coast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We thank those who listened and were inspired to obtain a copy of the book to see for themselves, as well as for their warm, validating letters of support because they are greatly enjoying it. Thanks especially to those who have reported quite astounding events of synchronicity that seem to have been triggered by their reading the book!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5097110367176507854?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5097110367176507854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5097110367176507854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5097110367176507854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5097110367176507854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/podast-of-august-at-skeptico-now.html' title='Podast of August at Skeptico now available'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nhuLuJtW7ts/TwNIjLhBvaI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/4biXb-wrIDQ/s72-c/top.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2073908989838678897</id><published>2012-01-10T18:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T13:33:46.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Many Rooms of Synchronicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo6ttb5aXrQ/TwzHw-sBTxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/C8KaA8_hnfk/s1600/Downton-Abbey-contained-s-007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo6ttb5aXrQ/TwzHw-sBTxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/C8KaA8_hnfk/s320/Downton-Abbey-contained-s-007.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“It’s easy to have faith in the sun rising each day or in the seasons that come every year. We have a lifetime of experience that shows us these things happen consistently. And yet it’s quite another thing to have faith in something you can’t see with your own eyes—the invisible power and presence of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“How do you develop faith in something you can’t see? How can you put your future in the hands of a power that is invisible? The truth is that you do so every day. Electricity is invisible, and yet you have complete faith when you flip the light switch that the light will come on. Microwaves are invisible, yet you have faith when you place something in a microwave oven that it will be heated and cooked. Radio waves are invisible, and you have no problem using them to tune into your favorite radio program. In the twenty-first century, we are accustomed to having faith in invisible forces. A few hundred years ago, the powers we use and take for granted each day would have seemed like witchcraft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“Love is invisible. Joy is invisible. Peace is invisible. And yet we know all three exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it’s not there. God is always in your life, always present as the power you need to make your dreams come true. Have faith.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;—&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; from&lt;i&gt; Science of Mind Magazine&lt;/i&gt;, Daily Guide for January 10, 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We recently shared some thoughts about synchronous events with a reader of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;. When we experience something that strikes as even the littlest bit of synchronicity, it’s really important to record these things. If we don’t, most likely in less than a year, more likely in just a few months, psychospiritual amnesia would erase it from our conscious memory fields. But because we’re strengthening the events on an astral-memory level, we’re also invigorating and strengthening certain spiritual senses, and building a foundation for further numinous events of communication. They may even eventually move into such manifestations that we will want to question our sanity at times, for the Risen's abilities to orchestrate events are &amp;nbsp;far beyond what we can even begin to imagine! Something I've uncovered about this is that this is a clue about how we ourselves can orchestrate our own lives while still on the earth. It's nothing new according to many &amp;nbsp;ancient texts, including the Bible, and I've found that the New Thought Movement in the U.S. seems to demonstrate a model for this kind of thing. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our reader then asks: “What do you mean about ‘how we ourselves can orchestrate our own lives while still on the earth’? Do you mean by watching the synchronicities in our lives? Or to somehow induce synchronicities?” &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What I mean is that we can and already do manifest how our lives appear on earth - every single event is an effect brought about by thought-as-causation. I'm sure you know of this in terms of quantum mechanics. What and how we think co-creates our experience of Reality. Some of the events seem so magical or unlikely that we label them as “synchronous” because we're unable to see the connections. It notes this in the Risen - see p. 126 of Mundus Imaginalis and some quotes from it below. One of our main goals could be to learn how to consciously direct - orchestrate - what we want to happen, rather than letting the ego-mind do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I had&amp;nbsp; such a magical moment last night, watching a television series about a wealthy British family living in a beautiful estate in the early 1900's. One of the scenes opened up on their mansion, as seen from beneath a shaded tree at the edge of a field of sunny grasses and flowers. It brought me into a kind of reverie, or dream state, which then changed my rate of vibration; it began coinciding/merging with a vision of the same kind of estate Tim and I have where he is in the Risen geographies. &amp;nbsp;I could feel myself sitting beneath the tree, feeling the warm sun, smelling the grass, hearing the breezes, and having deep, deep emotional pleasure at knowing we dwelled in such a place, and that it was all ours. It was heaven, so to speak. I have been there many times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then at that exact moment that heaven felt its strongest, the word "AUGUST" dissolved in across the bottom of the picture on the TV. I knew it was meant to designate the month in which the scene was opening, but I also knew that it was meant for me. This sent my heart into what I can only describe as "rapture."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those who have had such numinous experiences understand the significance and reality of this; most people would not allow themselves to unblock their minds and let true spiritual magic enter.&amp;nbsp; They would try to apply their ego-mind's rationale, and insist that I'm seeing something that's not there - but indeed, I'm seeing something that &lt;i&gt;is &lt;/i&gt;there, with a new understanding and from a different, internal spiritual perspective. There are many rooms of synchronicity for each of us to explore, and meant for us only.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;From &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; – Chapter, &lt;i&gt;Mundus Imaginalis&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Using this imaging faculty is often haphazard and clumsy at first for many who are newly Risen. With guidance and practice it becomes the main way to manifest Risen Reality—meaning, our life. On earth, art is said to imitate life. Here, art is life and so life is art. Imaging is how we use our Risen minds to realize—to make real—our environments and everything in them. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “When one’s mental processes are active and fluid, the environment will also reflect this by change and adjustment. This can get chaotic and confusing if you are emotionally unstable and unable to control your feelings, which are deepened and more intense when Risen. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; “Being in a dark mental place will outwardly express as being in a dark physical Risen geography. The more positive the feelings are behind the thoughts, the more positive the outward expression, and the more light that is expressed in the environment. This is the same kind of process that occurs on earth but it’s so slowed down from the density of material reality that most people are generally unaware that they are seeing it as it is happening. Neither do they see how their thoughts and feelings are creating their reality, nor how the ego-mind misuses the sacred gift of their imagination. This dense slowness can generate less-than-positive feelings, but once you’re Risen so much of that simply drops away. If it doesn’t, there are Risen Healers who will present themselves to help you work with any unresolved emotions to which you’re clinging—which, by the way, takes an awful lot of effort to otherwise maintain." &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2073908989838678897?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2073908989838678897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2073908989838678897' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2073908989838678897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2073908989838678897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/many-rooms-of-synchronicity.html' title='Many Rooms of Synchronicity'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo6ttb5aXrQ/TwzHw-sBTxI/AAAAAAAAAuk/C8KaA8_hnfk/s72-c/Downton-Abbey-contained-s-007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5554046860246574314</id><published>2012-01-09T18:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T19:52:25.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: Riddles (and more riddles)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new reader of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; recently shared with us something we'd like to share as well; it also brought to mind an older posting from March of 2010 (below).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new reader reports: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;"I find (&lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;) resonates deeply with me - no doubt partly because I'm familiar with most of the references you quote. But the strangest thing is that I find there's a synchrony between what I'm reading at any given moment and what I'm feeling about current life issues from minute-to-minute, hour-to-hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I put it down, and when I pick it up again it has an uncanny way of immediately tossing me a sentence/paragraph that contains an immediate answer to whatever was in my mind at that moment. There are other anomalies too . . . (to be possibly shared later.)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S5aPO6iClWI/AAAAAAAAASk/O3ymfRxu2Mk/s1600-h/sphinx4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446698285744166242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S5aPO6iClWI/AAAAAAAAASk/O3ymfRxu2Mk/s320/sphinx4b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 280px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;[First posted 3/9/10]&lt;/b&gt; As our book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt;,  is slowly, carefully, gradually being discovered by folks from all over  the globe, we've also been receiving emails from a few here and there,  revealing an amazing wealth of diverse interests, ages and professions.  Not a few are experts in their own fields and focus on various spiritual  and even scientific subjects. It's no surprise to us that many are  experiencing all kinds of reactions and responses to the Risen material,  and many alike in their sometimes delight, sometimes confusion, but  mostly curiosity and need for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;.  So of course, a rather astonishing number of fascinating questions,  personal theories and tales of experience have been coming our way as  well. Some of the writers display formidable scholarly knowledge of  esoteric subjects and ancient texts, and seek to perhaps find a way to  make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt; fit within those paradigms, or at least, enhance them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's  clear that the material is having its own shaking and moving effect on  many who have found the book -- although some share that the book "found  them."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regarding  the many questions we've been receiving, we will share a recent  response to one of the many truly genuine seekers, as it is reasonably  applicable to most of the same nature.  We are confident in saying that a  significant number of the many complex things readers mention regarding  "more," as part of their own special wish list, will be found in the  book in some way or ways, often rendering any questions at this point  premature or even unnecessary.  Many report that a second reading  renders far more riddles, mysteries, feelings, and even a few answers.  The fair amount of email we get with many questions -- which is part of  the process of raising consciousness and spiritual vibration -- and our  act of passing the question back acknowledged, but as yet unanswered,  provides the necessary terrestrial time and delay needed to go within  and come back with one's own, authentic spiritual answer.  We promise --  the answer, your answer, is within &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.  This is directly reflective of August's own process over the past 8  years in assisting Tim and the Risen in manifesting the book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We  replied in particular to one earthly group who strive to serve the  greater good through their laudable efforts toward making spiritual  information available to all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The 'workings' of  the Risen Assembly are far, far beyond August's capabilities to bring  into words, which is why a major part of the underlying structure of the  book is to catalyze and bring readers into experiential line with their  own latent abilities to go beyond the words. This will likely become  apparent once you are into the material. It seems clear already that so  very much of what you've written in this very email is the result of  your own guides inspiring you to externalize certain concepts so as to  allow you to recognize needed information woven into our book. As you  will probably see, the term "orchestration" is a truly wonderful,  powerful, and strange but astonishingly apt descriptor for this Grand  Tapestry of which we are all a living part."&lt;/blockquote&gt;All that being said, keep those cards and letters coming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5554046860246574314?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5554046860246574314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5554046860246574314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5554046860246574314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5554046860246574314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-archives-riddles-and-more-riddles.html' title='From The Archives: Riddles (and more riddles)'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S5aPO6iClWI/AAAAAAAAASk/O3ymfRxu2Mk/s72-c/sphinx4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-9101516576877892723</id><published>2012-01-06T14:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T17:38:11.255-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: [youcantseethis]</title><content type='html'>[First posted 2/6/11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TU6xv_UvOVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B29iQxHYm4k/s1600/invisible-man-sculpture.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TU6xv_UvOVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B29iQxHYm4k/s1600/invisible-man-sculpture.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My attempt to convey a noumenous experience in the &lt;i&gt;lingua of phenomena&lt;/i&gt;  of what it's like when Tim and I are joined, via the spiritual bridges  of love that we become and are, along with knowing that some — perhaps  many — readers of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; find important parts of it difficult  to understand, leads me to wonder if it's possible to convey, through  indirect means, much of anything. It's quite clear that a book  orchestrated by 1,500 non-terrestrial entities is not "Astral  Spirituality 101"or "Mediumship for Dummies", and those who have been  investigating such matters for many years have a much better time with  it, such as &lt;a href="http://whitecrowbooks.com/michaeltymn/"&gt;Mike Tymn&lt;/a&gt;, who noted in his review of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Had  I started reading this book 20 or so years ago (assuming it had been  written and published then), when I was just beginning my serious  metaphysical studies, I probably would not have gone beyond the first  few chapters, as the material would have far exceeded my boggle  threshold. I likely would have tossed the book aside as just so much  fantasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"However, with those 20 years of metaphysical  study behind me, I quickly became engrossed in the book. Not only were  the "dialogues of love, grief, and survival" (the sub-title of the book)  consistent with the most credible testimony relative to life after  death that I have encountered elsewhere but the dialogues helped me make  sense out of a number of things which I had previously struggled to  grasp."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it explains my earlier  question about why mediums never say much about their own internal  processes, and why others around them avoid asking. The answer, from an  Authentic Self perspective, is that simulate selves are trained by the  ego-mind toward such avoidance. To tread such paths is to open the  channels that become a living bridge to other dimensions, thus proving  immortality and frustrating death, and loosening the ego-mind's grasp on  one's mind. It's often said in many different ways in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;  that each of us is "the way": the bridge, the door, the path to  other-dimensional geographies of existence. These are not metaphors, but  actualities. Perhaps quantum mechanics will end up explaining it best  to our earthly minds, although, as Niels Bohr said, "Anyone who is not  shocked by quantum theory has not understood a single word." Apparently,  &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; is not shocking enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Synchronistically, I came across this passage during my current re-reading of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maurice_Nicoll"&gt;Maurice Nicoll&lt;/a&gt;'s, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Living-Time-Integration-Maurice-Nicoll/dp/0722401469"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living Time and the Integration of Life&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I'm not saying it will explain the actual &lt;i&gt;noumenon&lt;/i&gt;,  but it may enlighten a few about what I was trying to convey regarding  my recent experience with Tim. I will let it stand by itself while  ending this bit of blog: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"It is impossible  for me to say that I know anybody, and it is equally impossible to say  that anybody knows me. For while I see all &lt;i&gt;your &lt;/i&gt;bodily movements  and outward appearances so easily and have a hundred thousand visual  impressions of you that do not exist in your mind, and have seen you as  part of the landscape, part of the house, part of the street, and have a  knowledge of you that you always wish to know about —what impression  you make, how you look—yet I cannot see into you and do not know what  you are, and can never know. And while I have this direct access to your  visible side, to all your life as seen, you have direct access to your  invisibility—and to your invisibility only you have this direct access,  if you learn to use it. I and everyone else can see and hear you. The  whole world might see and hear you. &lt;i&gt;But only you can know yourself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now  to the reader all this may appear obvious, but I must assure him that  it is not at all obvious. It is an extremely difficult thing to grasp  and I will endeavour to explain why this is so. We do not grasp that we  are invisible. We do not realise that we live in a world of invisible  people. We do not understand &lt;i&gt;that life, before all other definitions of it, is a drama of the visible and invisible&lt;/i&gt;.  . . . We think that only the visible world has reality and structure and  do not conceive the possibility that the psychological world, or inner  world that we know as our thought, feeling and imagination, may have  also a real structure and exist in its own 'space', although not that  space that we are in touch with through our sense-organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"  . . . I believe that we never understand anything about the 'invisible'  world if we do not grasp our own invisibility first . . . we can never  realise the existence of another person in any real way unless we  realise our own existence. The realisation of one's own existence, as a  real experience, is the realisation of one's essential invisibility." &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(pp. 3-5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-9101516576877892723?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/9101516576877892723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=9101516576877892723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/9101516576877892723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/9101516576877892723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/from-archives-youcantseethis.html' title='From the Archives: [youcantseethis]'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TU6xv_UvOVI/AAAAAAAAAlU/B29iQxHYm4k/s72-c/invisible-man-sculpture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4927561784376531139</id><published>2012-01-05T16:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T17:36:03.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Not Afraid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEFRP2mHYSs/TwYQCkRMFXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-92HcEDXOdc/s1600/873472940_0b6888b67f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEFRP2mHYSs/TwYQCkRMFXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-92HcEDXOdc/s320/873472940_0b6888b67f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everyone who is destined to have a spiritual transformation comes to the journey with a wound as big as God. There are very few people who become advanced mystics because they simply feel happy on Sunday afternoons.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Andrew Harvey&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Faith does not spring full-orbed into being,but grows by knowledge and experience.&lt;/i&gt;— The Science of Mind&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Be Not Afraid&lt;/b&gt;" — a wise and firm suggestion from angels — including the likes of Glinda the Good Witch of the North. These are words we can keep close to our heart until we soften enough for them to melt and merge with our soul, so that we come to an understanding of this Truth, which is a transformative experience by which we travel to knowledge. We &lt;i&gt;now know&lt;/i&gt;. And we &lt;i&gt;know &lt;/i&gt;that we know. Herein is the peace that passes all understanding. Finally, we stop struggling against the flow, and let the ocean carry us so that we float and rest in the all-embracing and encompassing arms of Our Creator Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We offer these words as a gentle reminder to those of our dear readers and friends who have expressed concern and even dismay at the general negative response to the recent Skeptiko podcast about &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; and the subject of reincarnation (there is also a handy transcription there to read if you can't listen) — "generally closed minded and intellectually lacking," as someone sapiently ventured,&amp;nbsp; who happens to be a well-known and respected physicist.&amp;nbsp; The scientific community also struggles with old, fearful beliefs of race consciousness and superstition, yet little by little, is coming directly face to face with the unlimited forms of truth about life — each in their own, individual way — which often flies in the face of the community's belief systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other words to keep in mind might be the old adage, "birds of a feather flock together." We may all be angels, but not aware of it yet — so fear of flying, while an odd thing for an angel, is not uncommon. The Skeptico forum is a community, its "population" attracted to such a geography because like attracts like. (Think "&lt;i&gt;diakka&lt;/i&gt;" if you have read &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; and know about them and their own sophisticated systems of denial.) The community supports its belief systems, while perhaps reinforcing them — ironically so, because while one might expect that the healthy skepticism of the seeker is one that welcomes and supports the new and the evolving, it often serves as a refuge and emotional bulwark for the old and stagnating, and for those somehow overly focused on doubt and worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, as pointed out many times before, &lt;u&gt;is not for skeptics&lt;/u&gt;, but for those who know, and know they know. It was provided through the compassionate endeavors of many kinds of people in spirit as a way to provide reflective validation — not "proof" — for those who have realized, or have begun to realize, one's inevitable immortality, and how it personally evolves within each one of us, moving forward and onward. (Why do you think Tim is always saying, "Onward, Ho!"?) The material, dense with information and meaning, will probably not be recognized for what it is by many, and that's alright. It is there to stimulate and strengthen those with eyes to see and ears to hear as a reminder of this greatest of Self-knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to be expected that any suggestions contrary to the established belief-system will cause disturbance and squawking, arguing, posturing, all kinds of defensive reactions. &lt;i&gt;This is good!&lt;/i&gt; We are reminded of that wonderful angel-bird, Jonathan Livingston Seagull, who was lifted up above the ceiling cloud of his community, flying higher than anyone before, and experiencing new and mysterious things, and meeting higher beings of light. The other seagulls reacted by ostracizing him. Richard Bach's enchanting story is one of countless re-tellings of how humankind resists the tides of change, preferring to live on the bottom of the ocean, rather than rise to see what lies above it.&amp;nbsp; Like Jonathan, we must lift ourselves up. &lt;i&gt;The Risen &lt;/i&gt;was designed to provide a little assistant lift to those feeling the desire to achieve their own form of rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is good"? Yes! If what people heard, or thought they heard from the podcast, or what they read from &lt;i&gt;The Risen,&lt;/i&gt; had no affect in some way on them, there would be little or no response. If it did, it means it's gotten things moving. The ant hill has been disturbed!&amp;nbsp; People don't tend to be shakers and movers unless they've been shaken and moved first. We also tend to resent being moved and shaken up unless it agrees with the agenda of our ego-mind. But when one's Authentic Spirit Self hears, sees, or otherwise senses something that's caught Its attention, It will be drawn to the light that will clarify like a moth to the flame. We and our ego-mind will be pulled toward it; our ego-minds most often resist this movement, which results in discomfort until we surrender. Few have the kind of&amp;nbsp; faith to surrender and plunge into the transmutational flame, unless they already have proven to themselves that they are immortal and cannot die. The idea of reincarnation is a seemingly logical response to the fear of dying. The idea of non-reincarnation — or really, the forgetting and letting go of the idea of reincarnation — is a spiritual response to the joy of knowing we are living without end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New and contrary-wise information acts as a causative force, an energy that first stirs up dull and fallow soil, aerating and invigorating it. The same energy then falls as seeds into the refreshed earth; this energy continues to nourish the seeds as they grow, unless interfered with in some way. That new forms of energy cause certain negative or non-supportive reactions indicates the ego-mind's worried response to new forms of truth. The ego-mind's addictive desire to return, over and over again to the same soil from which we originally rose would succeed in only feeding our soul with the same thing, over and over again, eventually depleting the ground, causing malnourishment, and we'd probably &lt;i&gt;want &lt;/i&gt;to die from boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we don't die, ever. As noted in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, Truth never changes, it just looks different from different perspectives, and also behaves differently. Our scientist friends understand this implicitly in the context of&amp;nbsp; quantum mechanics, and in chemical combinations and reactions. As well, they know that the very nature of Nature is movement, growth, and advancement, leaving behind stasis, retreat, and entropy. Even the supposed scientific truth of entropy is now being challenged, as we are seeing that the expansion of our known universe is increasing, and more quickly. This expansion is directly reflective of our minds as inextricably part of Creator Source Mind. As we awaken and rise, so does Creator Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is great freedom in this realization, especially when we come to realize that what has been binding us, can also release us. But first, we must become aware of our bindings, and of that which binds us. For most, realizing that we are tied up doesn't feel good, although we may choose to remain so for any number of reasons. For some, this also means awareness of self-imposed boundaries formed by limiting thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Be not afraid – don't worry – everyone will eventually understand that trying to return in order to be reborn, or to be reborn in order to return, is like struggling against the flow. The Great Tapestry has been designed so that we can weave our own individual design within Its guidelines, and does not prevent us from weaving in any crazy way we want. Sooner, or perhaps much later, we each will become more consciously awake and adept in our weaving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4927561784376531139?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4927561784376531139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4927561784376531139' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4927561784376531139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4927561784376531139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2012/01/be-not-afraid.html' title='Be Not Afraid'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SEFRP2mHYSs/TwYQCkRMFXI/AAAAAAAAAuc/-92HcEDXOdc/s72-c/873472940_0b6888b67f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2925360414668104130</id><published>2011-12-31T13:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:06:54.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is experienced in the continual Now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UDDa4zCOPk/Tv9WXNxDsFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/84FdkHNP3Tk/s1600/Wizard-of-Oz-w10+glenda+witch+of+the+north.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UDDa4zCOPk/Tv9WXNxDsFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/84FdkHNP3Tk/s320/Wizard-of-Oz-w10+glenda+witch+of+the+north.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night, I had the great pleasure of attending a yearly end-of-year celebration at the warm and cozy home of Phyllis and Marc, where I reunited with a few good friends and met with a few more interesting and enlivening souls. I even got an offer to appear for an interview on a&amp;nbsp; tv show here in Manhattan; but I think I'll decline for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well-known psychic felt compelled to share with me her slight sadness regarding my mediumship,&amp;nbsp; saying, "I can see where you go, but also that I can't go there; it's as if you're allowed to go through the door, but I 'm not." "Not yet, but you will be," I was able to answer with complete confidence. She asked me about reincarnation — as so many do — because she was worried that she would have to come back, and she didn't want to; "I'm over it and ready to get out of here and into the light!" I assured her she had no worries, for in spite of the mass collective race conscious belief in such things, such things have no basis in Reality. Tim brilliantly 'splains it all in the final chapter of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, and it seems appropriate for this posting on the last calendar day of 2011 to offer some especially exquisite comments of his about "the pastime of reincarnation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well, Tim would like me to convey that there is also nothing to the belief&amp;nbsp; in being afraid of 2012. All the hoopla designed to engender and raise worry and fear is nothing but the attempts of the collective of ego-minds to exacerbate and escalate fear. Forget about the Mayans, forget about the low-level channelers who seek attention by posturing as if in some kind of wax museum of horrors; turn your spiritual eyes away from the shadows and instead, &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;CONSCIOUSLY &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;lift your thinking to the realm of higher-vibrating realms of light, where we, as Authentic Self, forever dwell in ever-present calmness, peacefulness, and serenity. If you are still so overwhelmed by the lack of being able to control your own mind to bring it to such a state of rest, he suggests you watch the scene in The Wizar of Oz where Glenda, the Good Witch of the North, laughs away the pathetic, vaporous threats of the bullying Witch of the West: "&lt;i&gt;Oh, rubbish. You have no power here. Be gone, before some one drops a house on you, too!&lt;/i&gt;" (please note that the original publisher of this scene apparently likes to spell it as "wizzard" - we like it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2eFubQuK0dg" width="420"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some key discernments from Tim's discourse on the pastime of reincarnation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“Belief in survival in another body as a different life may be directly due to Authentic Self’s deeper knowledge that one &lt;i&gt;does &lt;/i&gt;survive and arise in a new body—as Risen. This awareness is generally not explored sufficiently to allow for a following through to the correct conclusion. The conclusion would be that one does not start over in a new life in a different body but rather continues on with one’s single immortal life in limitless, infinite forms and relationships. This ‘one’ is just that—one—meaning it is &lt;i&gt;all &lt;/i&gt;there is. And all is more than enough, isn’t it? So it appears we don’t get reborn backwards, which is yet another way of saying that we don’t return to do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Is this so hard to conceive? Those on earth are quite aware that the body they start out with is not the same body at the age of seven, twenty-one, or ninety-one. It’s not difficult to see that it is in continual fluctuation and never the same in any given moment. And yet it is also apparent that one is somehow still the same individual while this individuality expands and contracts, waxes and wanes, ever changing, ever responding to the Principle of Novelty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And so, I submit that the evidence strongly indicates that we cannot be re individuated again. We are our own birthday present. I like to say that with increased awareness we become our own presence. My observation is that there is never any need to go back to do it again, for the universe is infinite and never-ending and will provide me with unceasing opportunities, always new, fresh, and alive, to explore, learn, and expand my self-awareness on a continual basis. I don’t need to claim more than one life because my one life is enough. Because this one life is eternal it will always be more than enough, which is the core meaning of ‘abundance.’ Other individuals will perhaps come to different, even radical observations of their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Clearly, we &lt;i&gt;are &lt;/i&gt;reborn upon our transition, but this rebirth is always into a new world and a unique state of existence, not back into the old one. The old one no longer exists—life is experienced in the continual &lt;i&gt;now&lt;/i&gt;. We develop and carry forward the template for our new life. &lt;i&gt;We &lt;/i&gt;are the template, and a new world will simultaneously arise from us as we arise from it, as a direct result of how we lived our lives on earth or from wherever we are continuously transitioning. The more brilliantly we live—that is, the more light-filled—the more spectacular will our lives manifest as we transmute ever onward. There are no limits to brilliance except as self-imposed. But even that is an illusion, for there is no real limit to anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The purpose of Earth, then, would be as the starting place for our birth as an individual. It provides us with an initial environment in which to begin to get a sense of the individuality that is ours forever, and nothing more than that. If this is truly the primary purpose of an earthly life, and if that life is eternal, then people could stop trying to make it anything more. They could ease up and enjoy the wonder of ever-growing consciousness, of ever-rising awareness of self. What freedom there is in that! Even if they &lt;i&gt;could &lt;/i&gt;be reborn back onto the planet, they would never be able to learn all there is to know, no matter how many times they return—which some seem to believe is the absolute requirement for eventual de-planeting. As their time on the earth is, by default, limited in an earthly fashion, so then are the experiences within that time."&lt;/blockquote&gt;As a final reflection, remember to look down at your own ruby slippers, and know that not only is there no place like Home, but that you're already &lt;i&gt;There Now&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTMXPA4wrtk/TwCgTXprbdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Cc2X-OpKa80/s1600/ruby-slippers-wizard-of-oz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rTMXPA4wrtk/TwCgTXprbdI/AAAAAAAAAuE/Cc2X-OpKa80/s320/ruby-slippers-wizard-of-oz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2925360414668104130?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2925360414668104130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2925360414668104130' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2925360414668104130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2925360414668104130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-experienced-in-continual-now.html' title='Life is experienced in the continual Now.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--UDDa4zCOPk/Tv9WXNxDsFI/AAAAAAAAAt4/84FdkHNP3Tk/s72-c/Wizard-of-Oz-w10+glenda+witch+of+the+north.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5283200533022953940</id><published>2011-12-24T20:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T20:18:05.398-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth: Christmas Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePpQ2IwAqDY/TvZ4kKpEKQI/AAAAAAAAAts/OkJo2WnU10Y/s1600/apollo08_earthrise.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePpQ2IwAqDY/TvZ4kKpEKQI/AAAAAAAAAts/OkJo2WnU10Y/s320/apollo08_earthrise.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Earth Rising: from Apollo 8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;“Numinosity is that something, that particular sensation one might  associate with a certain holiday. We speak of it as ‘the spirit of a  thing.’ The spirit of Christmas is very different from that of  Hallowe’en. The experience of time during these festivals becomes  altered or ceases entirely. ‘Numinous,’ from the Latin &lt;i&gt;numen&lt;/i&gt;, literally  means “a nod of the head”—‘head’ meaning ‘Highest Self’—so a nod from  the Divine. So a numinous event—a &lt;i&gt;numinosum&lt;/i&gt;—is an experience of  Authentic Self, which is gifted to us as a grace from Creator Source.  ‘Grace’ can be generally defined as ‘the all-nourishing substance of the  universe which is Creator Source, and freely given by Creator Source to  Creator Source.’ ” From &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, p. 128.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of my friends have heard me say, and I’ve even said it in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, that when it comes to my own eventual transition, I’m like an excited four-year old who can’t wait for Christmas. And, also like a small child, I still want every day to be Christmas; every day to be a Christ-day. This would truly be peace on earth, which is the Kingdom of Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This peace on earth is really peace in oneself. Once achieved, the peaceful inner becomes the peaceful outer: the outer world manifests as an effect of the inner world of causation. It starts from within and goes forth. Sometimes, to convey a sense of the raising of vibration, various sources will conceptualize this as “as above, so below” – but there is no real distance within the time-space of a Risen experience; the &lt;i&gt;space-time&lt;/i&gt; of a terrestrial experience just makes it seem so. As Risen, we will understand that the individual is at the center of everything, a living experience that emanates forth from our consciousness. On the earth, we do this with thought, which is a by-product of the ego-mind. As Risen, and without an ego-mental component, we will no longer need thought, and our environment of manifestation will be purer, lighter, and unfettered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“It often happens that &lt;i&gt;numinosum &lt;/i&gt;that occurred days, weeks, or even months and years ago finally come together and make sense. This is due to the way time is utilized by Risen Ones as well as our inability to directly perceive and comprehend the complex realities involved. As we continue to strive to increase comprehension and become more open-minded, much will fall into place, like piecing together a large, complex jigsaw puzzle. The numinous becomes luminous, and we will begin to distinguish aspects of new worlds.” (&lt;i&gt;Ibid&lt;/i&gt;., p 184)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is one thing to be in a numinous state; it is a far different thing to be in an &lt;i&gt;aware &lt;/i&gt;state of numinosity. Increased consciousness, which is increased vibration, brings increased awareness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we can begin to experience a change in our currently manifesting vibration that will alternate and uplift our consciousness – and have Christmas every day – we must first learn how to live in our own world of manifestation. We are immersed in our own individual and shared dimension as particular beings that dwell in a particular geography. The idea, then, is to purposely increase conscious awareness of the actual experience of being, and of being conscious of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purposely increasing awareness mean uncovering; using, waking up; turning on; activating underused and latent, inactive senses – both physical and spiritual, which interpenetrate and cannot be separated. We – that is, our ego-mind which we often non-consciously identify with – can try to separate the spiritual from the physical, which results only in discomfort and suffering to the already whole mind-body system. Discomfort and suffering are signals, which are messages that tell us, with great and simple wisdom, which way to &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For perhaps a long while, we have allowed ourselves to be directed by these messages of suffering, which emerge after we less-than-consciously, or even non-consciously, invest in actions that then cause the suffering messages. This means that &lt;i&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;cause the suffering ourselves by choosing, consciously or not, one course of action or actions over others. Such actions are not only composed of any and all thought, but are then followed by more thought of the same kind, which we then continue to sustain and carry with us through the experience of suffering, thus maintaining and seemingly strengthening the distress.&amp;nbsp; "Seemingly" because the distress can be ended at any time, much like turning off a film projector and turning on the lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of carrying the experience of misery is burdensome, and if we are not conscious that we have made our own burdens, we let the ego-mind convince us that we actually are victims. This essentially means that the results of our thought-actions are effects, which are really nothing more than bright, noisy lights and sounds, caused by our thought-actions, which are further nothing more than our choices about how we want to use our beingness. We then also choose how to react or respond to these effects, these displays of fireworks. We can react by screaming and running in fear, or we can respond by going, "&lt;i&gt;Ooooo! Aaaahhh! Again!&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As often pointed out before, all this talk about achieving Authentic Self Awareness looks great on paper; learning how to make it happen off the books is a different story for most of us. Even with all&amp;nbsp; my intimate contact with the Risen, as a terrestrial human I know what it is to struggle to awaken and stay awake, how hard it is to forget about scary effects and just laugh the fear away. I am grateful to all my friends and readers who have, with great compassion, accepted my own admissions of feelings of worry and inadequacies without judgment, but with loving, supportive acknowledgment. You are the bearers of peace on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5283200533022953940?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5283200533022953940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5283200533022953940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5283200533022953940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5283200533022953940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/12/peace-on-earth-christmas-everyday.html' title='Peace on Earth: Christmas Everyday'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ePpQ2IwAqDY/TvZ4kKpEKQI/AAAAAAAAAts/OkJo2WnU10Y/s72-c/apollo08_earthrise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-1003656858105506164</id><published>2011-12-19T13:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T17:08:05.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toward An Invincible Summer: More Light!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFC-nkrZWRk/Tu-CdzsgDRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FCZvBVqmt5U/s1600/sunprayer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFC-nkrZWRk/Tu-CdzsgDRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FCZvBVqmt5U/s1600/sunprayer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter Solstice, the shortest and therefore darkest day of the year, will be here soon. The light in my neck of the woods lately has been like one of those new energy-saving light bulbs: grey and dreary, weak and unnatural. I miss the hot sun so much, and try to time my runs when it's at its brightest so I can find a tree to lean against and let the revitalizing warmth shine on my face and hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While doing this, I recite the following prayer, as referenced in &lt;i&gt;The Book of Runes&lt;/i&gt; (by Ralph Blum) under the rune of Sowelu -which signifies Wholeness, Life Force and The Sun's Energy. Ralph tells us, "Sowelu counsels opening yourself up, letting the light into a part of your life that has been secret, shut away. To accomplish this may call for a profound recognition, for admitting to yourself something that you have long denied."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Gayatri Sun Prayer&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You who are the source of all power,&lt;br /&gt;Whose rays illuminate the world,&lt;br /&gt;Illuminate also my heart&lt;br /&gt;So that it too can do your work".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When reciting the Gayatri, visualize the sun's rays streaming forth into the world, entering your heart, then streaming out from your heart's center and back into world. This is a &lt;i&gt;very &lt;/i&gt;powerful way to raise energy and open the heart area, while making the chattering monkey mind quieter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here are a few quotes by some mystics  that might bring more light to any mental darkness in our life right now – one by Boris  Pasternak, one of my Risen guides and colleagues, and another by  Victor Hugo - little-known medium and mystic, who wrote a &lt;a href="http://www.newdawnbooks.info/Reviews/Victor_Hugos_Conversations_with_the_Spirit_World.html"&gt;book about his seances&lt;/a&gt;, and who also "just" happens to be a direct ancestor of mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Albert Camus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from  end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boris Pasternak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart."&lt;br /&gt;“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the human face.” (August  once received this in a fortune cookie after a long conversation about  Victor Hugo.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Victor Hugo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think  that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it,  we know it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"More light, more light!" - from his bed while transitioning.&lt;br /&gt;“We do not have to visit a madhouse to find  disordered minds; our planet is the mental institution of the  universe.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Johann Wolfgang von Goethe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed, there  is no winter and no night; all tragedies, all ennui, vanish, - all  duties even.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ralph Waldo Emerson&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6EW7bm_olo/Tu-CizXjN3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/tdeaDnQiz3s/s1600/wintersolsticoakking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6EW7bm_olo/Tu-CizXjN3I/AAAAAAAAAtg/tdeaDnQiz3s/s200/wintersolsticoakking.jpg" width="188" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-1003656858105506164?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/1003656858105506164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=1003656858105506164' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1003656858105506164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1003656858105506164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/12/toward-invincible-summer-more-light.html' title='Toward An Invincible Summer: More Light!'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sFC-nkrZWRk/Tu-CdzsgDRI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FCZvBVqmt5U/s72-c/sunprayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3689184147099348261</id><published>2011-12-12T21:46:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T23:15:08.317-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings from The Risen, or, perhaps, Rising Greetings.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2TIKjbscGE/Tua69o9a9pI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/b53vhBfasks/s1600/bowne.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2TIKjbscGE/Tua69o9a9pI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/b53vhBfasks/s400/bowne.png" width="276" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend, Robert Warner, is the Master Printer of Bowne and Co. This print shop was founded in 1775, and looks pretty much the same, where it resides in the historic South Street Seaport area of lower Manhattan. Robert has been committed to keeping it that way. Everything is hand-printed off the 18th century press. The cards and artwork cannot be purchased online; they didn't have the Net in the 18th century, so why ruin a good thing? He prints only so many each day and then they are bought up quite quickly from those-who-know, who come from far-and-wide in the city, including many whose families have been in the city for the past 200 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year he asked me what kind of holiday card I would like to have to send out. "Nothing all that jolly and crissmassy," I answered, "Maybe something along the lines of a polar bear dragging a little kid across the snow on a beautiful moonlit night. Both would be laughing uproariously, possibly for different reasons." "OK" he replied, "I like it; I'll see what I can do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is the result. I'm sorry that I can't send one in the snailmail to everyone, so this is the next best way to extend to you our Season's Greetings. I regret that I can't reproduce the fact that the wreath is hand-applied in green sparkles on the actual printed card. Regardless, we wish you whatever you wish, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the amazing Robert, see the NY Times article &lt;a href="http://cityroom.blogs.nytimes.com/2011/10/16/printer-reboots-glad-he-is-cranking-out-ink-on-paper/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;; and another, &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2010/01/05/nyregion/05experience.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3689184147099348261?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3689184147099348261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3689184147099348261' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3689184147099348261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3689184147099348261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/12/seasons-greetings-from-risen-or-perhaps.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings from The Risen, or, perhaps, Rising Greetings.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2TIKjbscGE/Tua69o9a9pI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/b53vhBfasks/s72-c/bowne.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4048606170494124078</id><published>2011-12-09T13:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T10:51:18.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Does the Universe Have a Purpose?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WRz01Hdyvs/TuJX5-_VjUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LpYAhD1wZ9w/s1600/galaxycat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WRz01Hdyvs/TuJX5-_VjUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LpYAhD1wZ9w/s320/galaxycat.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank-you, M. &amp;amp; B., for the pleasure of your company on your visit to Manhattan, as well as for the very exquisite Japanese dinner in a quiet, comfy-cozy space — And don't forget to ask "Puss" to gift you with his name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;_________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z_L_DIisBo/TuJYpdyszoI/AAAAAAAAAso/q2W3kxYtjCc/s1600/eye-of-god.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5Z_L_DIisBo/TuJYpdyszoI/AAAAAAAAAso/q2W3kxYtjCc/s200/eye-of-god.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is the first in a series of conversations about the “Big Questions” the John Templeton Foundation is conducting among leading scientists and scholars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://www.templeton.org/purpose/ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will endeavor to add our own Risen reply to this question, based on currently published Risen material, enhanced by new communication.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned for this, hopefully to come soon, if August can get in enough cat naps first. Please feel free to add your own comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4048606170494124078?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4048606170494124078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4048606170494124078' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4048606170494124078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4048606170494124078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/12/does-universe-have-purpose.html' title='Does the Universe Have a Purpose?'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8WRz01Hdyvs/TuJX5-_VjUI/AAAAAAAAAsg/LpYAhD1wZ9w/s72-c/galaxycat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7860864688062233397</id><published>2011-12-03T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T22:12:33.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: Rinse, Repeat, Rise.</title><content type='html'>[First Posed 7/23/10]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEmIy7AruWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/c9avcQbK1JA/s1600/washing-baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497075228597795170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEmIy7AruWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/c9avcQbK1JA/s400/washing-baby.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Reader asks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Is it your notion that unless we are essentially focused, intent-wise, on maintaining our bodies in the afterlife, we won't have them? and they go away And we'll become absorbed into God and lose our identities or be instantly reincarnated? Sorta a spooky notion. Most ITC etc. material would argue that it's an automatic, natural and even scientific process that we transfer to our astral bodies, without having to think about it at all, and they naturally maintain themselves and us our identity and singularity. The only other source that reflects what you seem to be saying would be &lt;a href="http://www.unknowncountry.com/journal/?id=194"&gt;Whitley Strieber's "Master of the Key&lt;/a&gt;," a very interesting man, in his discussion with Whitley about the soul in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway! :) &lt;a href="http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2010/07/step-out-of-stream.html"&gt;Your post about scientists and skeptics&lt;/a&gt; in the afterlife definitely jives with what I've read. What a funny thing! I can already see some of my silly atheist friends denying that they were ever on Earth!"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Regardless of whatever the focus is, (and focus can be a very dramatically different thing from one person to another,) most people will usually have some kind of body, although often at first may have difficulty controlling and maintaining a consistent presentation of form. There is no "transfer" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;à   la pod people&lt;/span&gt; from one body to another. What we conceive and call "spirit" on earth will actually be "body" once it's free of the terrestrial physical form. This body will continue to evolve and be host to the next stage of spiritual development, and then we will transition yet again as an even more advanced mind-spirit-body. This vehicle continues to become more fluid and malleable under the guidance (or misguidance) of the mind. We may need a specialized teacher to help us learn how to build and then maintain our form. It's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;where &lt;/span&gt;we arrive that is often the clue about such determining factors about what we look like. Our minds determine the where, or the geography, as we call it; they also determine &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;we will be with, according to the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Principle of Affinity&lt;/span&gt;. If you've read &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, you know that there is no reincarnation as commonly believed by the race consciousness; nor is there "karma."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There have been, and, increasingly, are people who cannot seem to manifest a form of much substance; often they are not even conscious or awake, but in a kind of stasis of sleep. These individuals are carefully cared for and brought to places of healing and restorative healing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In his charming little book, &lt;a href="http://www.mscottpeck.com/"&gt;In Heaven as on Earth: A Vision for the Afterlife&lt;/a&gt;, Scott M. Peck manages to capture some fairly accurate observations of the essential experience of transitioned arrivals who are essentially inexperienced. They can't seem to focus enough to see their own body upon awakening - does this mean they don't have one, or simply unable to imagine having one - or is that the same thing? They also can't see the forms of the Risen except as spots of light, although the Risen can adjust this. This is an indication that one can control how they appear to others, and new arrivals often have no control over this. They spend so much time on Earth trying to control their material body shell, and so little learning how to control their spiritual body, that they might as well be a balloon with a slow leak in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Most of the ITC communications take place with those who have Risen fully-formed with few or no challenges. These are &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;exceptional &lt;/span&gt;individuals, and not the rule, and so are not an accurate representation of the far greater population in spirit geographies, who not only are unable to fully and healthily manifest, but have no concept or idea that communications with those on Earth are even possible.   Because their ego-minds were dominant while on Earth, their own sense of Authentic Self is practically negligent; their ego-mind had existed as a parasite, quite literally feeding on its own host mind-body. Upon leaving the terrestrial body, such individuals have to undergo a careful restoration program of spiritual nourishment and rest. Once restored to sanity, one is Risen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's not uncommon, however, for some ITC technology to be able to pick up signals from individuals who are in various stages of Risen development, including those who are basically asleep and in a dream-like state. These states may be calm and quiet, or unstable and nightmarish, so the quality of the ITC transmissions will reflect those mental and emotional energies accordingly. The results may be garbled and confusing, sometimes frightening and threatening. As our book reflects, the process of accessing and correctly discerning, interpreting and presenting the higher-conscious states of the Risen is seldom easy or predictable, certainly time-consuming, and takes an immense amount of psychological and emotional energy and commitment. This commitment must take place on both sides of the veil. It appears to be no less difficult for the Risen to devote considerable energy to such a commitment than it is for someone still on Earth. Hence, there is so little of it happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's wonderful that your have such a good sense of humor about the scrooges -- Risen and non-Risen -- who maintain such a staunch and limited, dour view of the Universe about them. It's this laughter that dissolves the illusions in a flash, and washes away the grime of grimness to reveal the original pristine state of Authentic Self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7860864688062233397?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7860864688062233397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7860864688062233397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7860864688062233397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7860864688062233397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2010/07/rinse-repeat-rise.html' title='From the Archives: Rinse, Repeat, Rise.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEmIy7AruWI/AAAAAAAAAe4/c9avcQbK1JA/s72-c/washing-baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-113726340079377907</id><published>2011-11-28T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:56:37.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: Pshaw — Pass the Dip.</title><content type='html'>[First Posted 1/14/2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/shaw%20celery.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/shaw%20celery.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In a communique entitled "&lt;i&gt;d. isn't for diakka&lt;/i&gt;"—I've no idea what "d." is for—dumb? dippy? divine? Divine Dip?—occasional exoplasmaniac dipper E.W. ponders :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"Something came to me...that one of the problems the Diakka have is that they are so adept at creating verbal systems and elaborate explanations of the world and their experience of the world that they are unable to detach their Selves from said systems and explanations. That creating something like ACIM is actually an attempt to weave a vast net to keep people trapped within its system. Though I'm not sure why a 2-3 line summary in a small handful of words is offered at the beginning, but maybe it's just to show how hard it is for us to stop with what's simple and easy; we have to read 1000 pages to realize it can all be summarized in 5 words.This is definitely a common problem among people. It isn't hard to imagine someone penning a 500 page treatise on silence. There actually is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0861711106/qid=1137166949/sr=1-2/ref=sr_1_2/104-0753512-7929537?s=books&amp;amp;v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;book &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;twice that size on emptiness....(with all due respect, I've never read the book, and I'm sure it's well intentioned and full of insights, but still its very existence is evidence of our compulsion to verbalize everything)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, E.W., a common factor amongst us is our use of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0684832402/103-7005200-5973462?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;denial &lt;/a&gt;in order to believe the game is real. Donald Walsch's immensly popular &lt;a href="http://www.cwg.org/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conversations With God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; suspiciously presents this game theory right upfront as smoothly as &lt;i&gt;ACIM&lt;/i&gt; and as easily as &lt;a href="https://tv.crissangel.com/ver1/index.asp"&gt;Criss Angel&lt;/a&gt; levitates before our very eyes. CWG's God literally says "it's all a game and we make the rules." (True.) Any gamblers willing to bet that &lt;i&gt;CWG&lt;/i&gt; is another Diakka &lt;a href="http://history1900s.about.com/library/weekly/aa071300a.htm"&gt;Diamond of Hope&lt;/a&gt;? (This is a Risen pun-clue-reference to their opinion of 'hope.')  "Nothing up my sleeve" or "I've got nothing to hide -- trust me" approaches are meant to be disarming and enable relaxation, which then enables things like trance, hypnosis, and the ability to max out a credit card in &lt;a href="http://catandgirl.com/view.php?loc=131"&gt;no time&lt;/a&gt;. A French &lt;a href="http://spoirier.lautre.net/walsch.html"&gt;Criticism of &lt;i&gt;CWG&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/a&gt;notes Walsch's annoying "playing the imbecile" in order to pretend to deface the presentation of the simulate self (ego)—a disarming gaming mannerism—which I call "the aw shucks" or "pshaw" technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also familiar is the "God, you crack me up, buddy" character development of the Smart-ass Master (as opposed to the &lt;a href="http://www.howardstern.com/"&gt;Smart Ass-master&lt;/a&gt;) also found in Gary Renard's "&lt;i&gt;The Disappearance of the Universe, etc."&lt;/i&gt; who appears as "J" — (&lt;i&gt;"You can call me Ray, or you can call me Jay, or you can call me Johnny, or you can call me Sonny, or you can call me RayJay, or you can call me RJ... but ya doesn't hafta call me Johnson.") &lt;/i&gt;Here we have the well-known archetype &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trickster"&gt;The Trickster&lt;/a&gt;, the perfect foil for Diakka, who quite possibly invented it to begin with, and has been noticed by practically every culture, including &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bugs_Bunny"&gt;Warner Brothers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "handful of words" is offered as a clue. ACIM is chock full of clues, and the more I read it, the more I feel like I'm playing Jumanji. (I liked Chris Van Allsburg's illustrated &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0395304482/103-7005200-5973462?v=glance&amp;amp;n=283155"&gt;book &lt;/a&gt;better than the movie.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Diakka became adept at manifesting brilliant and complex personal world systems while on Earth, which is partially why they transitioned to a particular Diakka-like geography.  Many intuit or outright know of the possibility of detaching the system from Self, but choose not to. This choice may be seen by them as part of their genius and is incorporated into the belief system.  They don't necessarily want to "trap" anyone by constructing something like &lt;i&gt;ACIM&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;CWG&lt;/i&gt;, although there is quite often a need for fame and to gather admirers and fans. I have seen several Diakkan societal configurations, from the isolated, sage-in-the-cave, to small salons of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Intelligentsia"&gt;intelligentsia&lt;/a&gt;, to kingdoms and even larger nations of many millions of individuals.  It could be said they have a kind of  "&lt;a href="http://www.essaysample.com/essay/001206.html"&gt;hacker mentality&lt;/a&gt;" which is typified by arrogant brilliance and the need for some kind of assumed (and imagined) posture of supremacy. Imaginism, as discussed in The Risen, is still the key to living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E.W. continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;"I remember quite a few references to the imprecise nature of verbal expression in The Risen. You (plural) went to some lengths to advise that what you were saying was at some remove from the reality you were trying to express, that words are inherently full of holes and that these holes are what allow the non-verbal reality to percolate up through them. But still it's an extremely subtle problem in the spiritual arena: how does one person teach another that Truth is Silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are full of holes; can holes can fill up anything? Only if it's a game and that's the rule. The Risen stress over and over, and this is something mediums know—or should know from experience—that as symbols words are at least two levels of reality away from that which is being attempted to be represented. Words are symbols of symbols. A mental/intuitive medium experiences the non-symbols via the underconscious connection—the bridge to the Risen borderlands—which bubble up to the surface of terrestrial consciousness, where the ego (or simulate self) does what it was meant to do—filter, interpret, and present to the Self to help it negotiate and navigate its way within a world of manifestation (sometimes known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_%28illusion%29"&gt;&lt;i&gt;maya&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one teach another that "truth is &lt;a href="http://www.vantoll.nl/sil/"&gt;silent&lt;/a&gt;"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Lao_Zi"&gt;The Tao Te Ching&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; advised us, "He who knows does not speak; he who speaks does not know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One doesn't teach another anything. Rather, alone or together, we uncover the Ten Thousand Things of manifestation.  The Risen suggest that one who knows cannot speak; as soon as one speaks, everything rushes out the hole and is lost in translation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-113726340079377907?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/113726340079377907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=113726340079377907' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/113726340079377907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/113726340079377907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2006/01/pshaw-pass-dip.html' title='From the Archives: Pshaw — Pass the Dip.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2457416797502347368</id><published>2011-11-26T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:42:24.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Say What You Want</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5yOJ9JONxQ/Tnx7Tfz4XPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/oktaEW9UKDo/s1600/diatoms.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5yOJ9JONxQ/Tnx7Tfz4XPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/oktaEW9UKDo/s320/diatoms.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[first posted 9/23/11]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Synchronicity" is what we terrestrial humans call the spiritual process of consciously recognizing what’s happening to us - change - and indicative that the changes are what Tim calls "transmutational" - effecting adjustments and conversions at the deepest molecular and then quantum levels. Such activity means one is having multi-dimensional experiences, which can make everyday living seem rather flat and 2D.&amp;nbsp; “Psychic” experiences are bells and whistles, temporary side-effects and not meant to be cultivated or valued, sanctified or reified, just appreciated and let go, like so much weather. The ego-mind will attempt to value and display them as a sign of power and being better than others. All the ancient texts advise to ignore them; else they keep you from seeing what's really meant to be seen.&amp;nbsp; Learn all you can about how your mind uses thoughts and thinking to produce and maintain fear; then you must discover your own way of responding to it, and gain control of your mind. You can use your mind to cultivate and project positive thoughts just as much as you can use it to give home to negative thoughts. It’s our choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the above also means learning how to redirect one's attention away from the fearful things, which are illusory shadows and the after-effects or projections of race-consciousness belief, toward authentic thoughts, which come from within. As long as we allow yourself to be "of the race" we will never rise and develop into the individualization we are meant to be. Be in the world but not of it. An example of a race-consciousness thought, which has, unfortunately, become imbedded in the culture,(as do all such thoughts) is “The only thing you have to fear is fear itself.” This is a suggestion of the ego-mind, and its warped, paranoid rationale should be apparent to Authentic Self, which does not even acknowledge fear or any thoughts about it. Another example is “It’s cold and flu season” which suggests we will get sick. It’s &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;cold and flu season, unless we believe it to be so. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain talking about cold and flu relief. Say &lt;i&gt;only &lt;/i&gt;what you &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We manifest material reality through our thinking -- it's as plain as that. Where Tim is, this is instantly clear; where we are, it's very much slowed down and not as apparent, seemingly taking “years.” Therefore we on earth exercise what's called "faith" which is fully accepting that the visible arises from that which is not visible.&amp;nbsp; If you are busy staring at certain things as if they are real, this is like extending an invitation to them, and they will become real, for we have unlimited power gifted to us by Creator Source to manifest our world. Un-see the scary things, un-feel them, deny them, erase them out of existence. Just say and mean “no” to the flu. Do not join with others who would drag you down; you want to rise. Bring into your inner vision that which you truly want to manifest outside. Perhaps none of this makes sense yet, I pray it will some day for you. It seems as if people like Jesus have been trying to help us learn how to recognize our immortality - and then "to rise" by this awareness, to internally achieve "heaven on earth" – that is, where “earth” is the material body, and “heaven” is the state of awareness of being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refer to Tim and his kind as "Risen" because their transition of losing the material body released their spiritual body, which “rose” and then was no longer restricted, blinded, deafened by material vibrations. Our "blocks" are our thoughts, beliefs, patterns - all the things made up and sustained by race consciousness. Civilizations come and go – so there is no need to identify with them, for paradoxically, we must move forward, yet ever-present, sharing in the Mind of Creator Source, which is omniscient, omnipotent, and omni-present. We share the same Mind with It; we are the thinkers of thoughts into It; as Jesus and others said, what &lt;i&gt;they &lt;/i&gt;did, &lt;i&gt;we &lt;/i&gt;can also do, and even greater. Do not worry about the world, or the Earth; it's not in our hands, and it would make us crazy to think that it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks to Martin, a reader of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, for his questions which stimulated the above)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2457416797502347368?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2457416797502347368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2457416797502347368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2457416797502347368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2457416797502347368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/say-what-you-want.html' title='Say What You Want'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M5yOJ9JONxQ/Tnx7Tfz4XPI/AAAAAAAAAqc/oktaEW9UKDo/s72-c/diatoms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7009915205052156972</id><published>2011-11-26T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T17:31:34.107-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEPmgUq1_kM/TtFopKJVxuI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bf7fC7Dda9w/s1600/cat-pictures-black-cat-577.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEPmgUq1_kM/TtFopKJVxuI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bf7fC7Dda9w/s200/cat-pictures-black-cat-577.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so very much to &lt;a href="http://www.lyndaleemacken.com/"&gt;Lynda Lee Macken&lt;/a&gt; of Black Cat Press, best-selling prolific chronicler of supernatural tales and legends, including &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Array-Hope-Lynda-Lee-Macken/dp/0975524453"&gt;Array of Hope: An Afterlife Journal,&lt;/a&gt; for her recent &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/"&gt;endorsement &lt;/a&gt;of The Risen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7009915205052156972?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7009915205052156972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7009915205052156972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7009915205052156972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7009915205052156972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/11/gratitude.html' title='Gratitude'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZEPmgUq1_kM/TtFopKJVxuI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bf7fC7Dda9w/s72-c/cat-pictures-black-cat-577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-6200510541364561358</id><published>2011-11-21T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T21:26:41.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hay House Interview Selected</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--srdgdjoq3Q/TssIIh6Vr3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aOiDETe5gm0/s1600/header800M.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="98" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--srdgdjoq3Q/TssIIh6Vr3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aOiDETe5gm0/s320/header800M.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August's July 2010 radio interview with Eldon Taylor at Hay House was selected for the "&lt;a href="http://www.progressiveawarenesspromotions.com/it/11k/index.html"&gt;Life After Death - Beyond A Reasonable Doubt?&lt;/a&gt;" series.&amp;nbsp; He shares this honor with 17 other notables in the field of survival, including James Van Praagh, Dianne Arcangel, Dr. Raymond Moody, Dr. Craig Hogan, Kim Sheridan, Michael Tymn, and Dr. Julie Beischel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a limited time only, this series is available as a free immediate download.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-6200510541364561358?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/6200510541364561358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=6200510541364561358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6200510541364561358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6200510541364561358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/11/hay-house-interview-selected.html' title='Hay House Interview Selected'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--srdgdjoq3Q/TssIIh6Vr3I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/aOiDETe5gm0/s72-c/header800M.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-114236252164257118</id><published>2011-11-07T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:54:02.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Edge of the Butterfly Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/b-fly.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/b-fly.0.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [The following was originally posted 3/14/06.]&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuang-Tzu once dreamed he was a butterfly. When he awoke, he no longer knew if he was a butterfly dreaming he was a man, or a man who had dreamed he was a butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this talk about dreaming and reality and waking up begs the question, "should or does one even really &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to wake up?" It looks good on paper, sounds good, too — but suppose that one wakes up — &lt;i&gt;then&lt;/i&gt; what? What does waking up mean? Maybe we &lt;i&gt;like&lt;/i&gt; dreaming. Maybe reality sucks. Or is it dreaming that sucks? Now I'm a &lt;i&gt;confused&lt;/i&gt; butterfly. Or am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This question is on the tip of the hair of the flea on the mouse on the back of the polar bear dreaming on the tip of the iceberg of the reality-based notion of what's currently being called "Intelligent Design." Essentially, for all the heated debates about ID vs. Darwinian Evolution, it currently amounts to little more than Saturday morning's veneer of pomade left from when the flea used it on its thread-bare toupee for its weekly Friday night out at the flea circus. In other and more succinct words, everyone who thinks they're anyone is having a non-discussion about nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; intelligent design behind all universes — unfortunately the debate focuses on whether or not "some big designer Versace-type person up there" is real. Here again the base notion of perception is key. Scientists and Creationists are looking up and out, not within, which is where It All Is, and where the ever-developing Intelligence resides. The "big person" is us — collectively, and, eventually, individually. "Eventually" because we are not living the life of an individualized point of life — yet. As a dreaming collective, and from within it, we are each dreaming &lt;i&gt;about&lt;/i&gt; individuality, which is the process toward waking up as an Individual. Individuals, with a Capital "I" are Designers with a Capital "D". These Individuals, who are not Dreaming, are not visible to those who are, and so any discussion about these Individuals will basically &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be subject to debate, or &lt;i&gt;moot&lt;/i&gt;, as they say in legalese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can those not dreaming be less visible or even invisible to those who are dreaming? By the same kind of principle of when we are bodily dreaming and can't see an awake person, even if they are in the same room or sitting next to us. An &lt;i&gt;Awake&lt;/i&gt; person could be sitting next to you on a park bench, but you would never notice they are &lt;i&gt;Awake&lt;/i&gt; — unless you are also &lt;i&gt;Awake&lt;/i&gt;. If you are partially &lt;i&gt;Awake&lt;/i&gt;, or drifting in and out of Dreaming, they you might partially notice them, and then forget it. A great many so-called "gutter bums" and "hoboes" and other assorted "street people" are &lt;i&gt;Awake&lt;/i&gt;; they are Divine Rulers in their own kingdoms and queendoms and otherdoms. Only when you look them in the eye do you really see them; and then, they see you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, we are using "&lt;i&gt;Awake&lt;/i&gt;" vs. "awake" to differentiate between &lt;i&gt;spiritual reality&lt;/i&gt; and bodily reality. Bodily dreaming vs. Spiritual Dreaming. Our body has its own reality, most of which is inaccessible to most of us, because it primarily occurs on cellular and molecular levels few of us can consciously access. Although I'm not a theosophist, their literature has a lot of fascinating and even invaluable reports of forays into the otherworlds of perception — although these reports are not always easy to find, nor easy to understand, since Theosophy is an organized society, and like all such things, has rather hypnotic language and difficult concepts that may serve to only further darken the already dim light in the room. But before you think it's safe to go back into the water, back to continue the horrors of PowerPoint Presentations, your viewing pleasures can be fulfilled with &lt;a href="http://www.anandgholap.net/AG-Theosophy_In_Graphical_Format.htm"&gt;graphic presentations of theosophy&lt;/a&gt;! And to slightly quote out of context Harold's mother Mrs. Chasen in the incomparable &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/RainForest/5862/harold.htm"&gt;Harold &amp;amp; Maude &lt;/a&gt;-- and as only could have been played by Vivien Pickles — "And I hope you have better luck with him than &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theosophists C.W. Leadbeater and Annie Besant engaged in a team effort of such a particular foray into the molecular and atomic worlds of the terrestrial elements. At not such a very long time ago, &lt;i&gt;Occult Chemistry: Clairvoyant Observations of the Chemical Elements&lt;/i&gt; (London: Theosophical Publishing House, 1919) was out of print and hard to find. I was fortunate in finding a xeroxed copy. Now it's &lt;a href="http://www.anandgholap.net/AB_CWL_Occult_Chemistry.htm"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These two individuals had the ability, as a result of a lifetime's training in meditation and attentive awareness techniques, to see molecular matter from the viewpoint of their own inner awareness. One would describe what was seen while the other would draw a picture. The text is filled with rich descriptions and discussion of vibration and resonance on astral-etheric levels. I was amazed, upon seeing the intricate, almost alchemical-like drawings, of the similarities between the clairvoyant perceptions and, of all things, crop-circle designs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. And quite a bit, I see. It's my blog and I'll digress if I want to (humming &lt;i&gt;The Happy Wanderer&lt;/i&gt;.) Like a butterfly, I flit in the Meadow of Life from one exotic flower to another, until I come to the edge of the forest. Do I return back to the flowers, or venture into the deep, dark woods?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most butterflies, if not all, would not go near the forest's edge. The particular flowers they seek probably don't flourish in the very different and unknown geography beyond the flower meadow. Most butterflies would not even be aware of the existence of such a geography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while  a butterfly is brought near the forest's edge, perhaps because of a strong and unpredictable, unmanageable wind; or perhaps it flees from a sense of danger. It might be suddenly attracted to something unseen but sensed, drawing it close. And any of these things might even take the butterfly over and beyond the edge of the forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rambling metaphor (which is what it is, in case you haven't guessed by now, knowing the source) is about something I call "the edge" — a psychological or even pre-psychological state of mind. Rarely conscious, more often a state in the underconscious &lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt;, we all have an edge, which could be said to define our experience of living, our interrelationships with the universe and the universes of others, and confines us to those relationships as well. As defined by our beliefs, the edge is a sphere of experiential existence. We rarely go near this edge with conscious intention; we prefer things to stay the same, a relationship should never end, we never lose a job, nobody leaves us, nobody grows up or gets sick and dies, status quo remains &lt;i&gt;infinooty&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;i&gt;merde&lt;/i&gt; happens, all is change, there's always something blowin' in the wind, a hard rain's a-gonna fall. This movement toward novelty — that is, something new and different -- is in the Design — if we don't move (remember, vibration = movement = life) then along come winds and low pressures to make us uncomfortable enough that we move anyway — at first inwardly, and then outwardly. Often, we deny that we are doing the moving, and insist that we're being forced to, or we're having bad luck, or God/The Devil made us do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edge makes us very uncomfortable as well, and it's as if it were some kind of force field. When we can accept and endure it, it is only discomfort, or pain. When we cannot or will not accept the discomfort and pain, we experience them &lt;i&gt;as if&lt;/i&gt; we are trapped by suffering. Where there is &lt;i&gt;acceptance&lt;/i&gt; of discomfort or pain, there is freedom from the evaluative thoughts that serve to keep us imprisoned.  Freedom from these evaluative thoughts (beliefs) allows us to experience our life in all is richness and glory, instead of pinching off little sections here and there, so we end up experiencing bits and pieces of our life, which feels disjointed, unconnected, patternless and meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edge could also be seen as there to keep up penned up -- not to keep us safe as much as to keep what's on the other side of the edge safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like the feeling of getting close to their edge, such as race car drivers and mountain climbers and socio- and psychopaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cross the edge, or barrier, or fence, of our sphere of existence — or do we? Perhaps our venturing forth into the new and known expands our sphere — rather than erasing an old barrier, it's transmuted as we transition from one inner environment to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A possible question could be, then -- would we rather be swept along with the tides of the Great River of Living, with no choice, no sense of co-manifestation? Once we can even ask such a question, we are already hovering near our edge, and then it's no longer a matter of passive acceptance, but an listening to an offer toward active acceptance, or &lt;i&gt;acquiescence&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acquiescence, however, does not eliminate feelings of anxiety and fear. Active acceptance is a commitment to accept any and all feelings of our life, without judging or labeling them as good or bad, and then to use our hands and legs to take us to where we would like to go. Acquiescence is also a form of surrender — which is not giving in or giving up, but simply to recognize that the Higher Form of Self who is extending a helping hand is a friend; that the Universe is not an enemy; to put down our weapons and take off our armour, to be vulnerable in order to once again experientially know that we are not in just a confined meadow, but waking up in the Real Garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt; Rather than refer to "the unconscious(ness)", I prefer to speak about states of mind that aren't consciously aware as &lt;i&gt;underconscious &lt;/i&gt;, where waking dreaming takes place. Waking dreaming is the current state of most people wandering around in the meadow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-114236252164257118?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/114236252164257118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=114236252164257118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114236252164257118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114236252164257118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2006/03/edge-of-butterfly-dream.html' title='The Edge of the Butterfly Dream'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3079798478651612606</id><published>2011-10-29T14:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-29T14:25:17.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen on Earth":  Winter:  Air – Inhaling – Processing – Rising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wukEnwRfmN8/TqxBoUjCByI/AAAAAAAAArY/YoII28TlzWs/s1600/nightstream.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wukEnwRfmN8/TqxBoUjCByI/AAAAAAAAArY/YoII28TlzWs/s320/nightstream.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winter:&amp;nbsp; Air – Inhaling – Processing – Rising &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Withdrawal – Waiting – Transformation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first snow today in New York City . . . impossibly early, impossibly big flakes coming down for a few hours this morning, weighing down the branches in worrying ways, which still have leaves on them. The quiet that has settled on the forest rises from the transformed water and brings an exquisite hush to the air and light. There are no signs of the snow stopping yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw  material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned  by August and Tim, and may be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth.&lt;/i&gt;)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;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. A most powerful question, it seems to me, 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 an earthly, terrestrial 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.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;I, too, am becoming more and more convinced that these terms, "risen, rising" -- which appear to be rather new in referencing survival and the afterlife -- are finding increasing validation in many ways. I sometimes have worried that I was discerned those terms incorrectly, as the living information coming to me from Tim and others was vast, complex, deep, layered (infospheres). Only yesterday I was reading a rather hard book to find by the Christian New Thought mystic, Neville Goddard, called "Immortal Man." His language is often veiled in ways that are hard to understand - although I am fairly good with metaphysical language - and he says that he does not support reincarnation as the world teaches it...for scripture does not teach it. It does teach a second birth, which is &lt;i&gt;resurrection&lt;/i&gt;. He elaborates that all people living on earth are "dreaming a dream" which for most, does not terminate when they die...they are instead restored to life in a world just like this terrestrial one (but is not actually it, but like it) - but eventually we will all "awaken as God", and this is what is meant by the son resurrecting.&amp;nbsp; This all dovetails perfectly with what Tim brings forth in the chapter on reincarnation on our book. If we &lt;i&gt;awaken &lt;/i&gt;- by correcting the imbalance brought about by a dominating ego-mind - we will continue on in this awakened state when the body dies - and this awakened transition is &lt;i&gt;Rising&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3079798478651612606?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3079798478651612606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3079798478651612606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3079798478651612606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3079798478651612606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-progress-risen-on-earth-winter-air.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen on Earth&quot;:  Winter:  Air – Inhaling – Processing – Rising'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wukEnwRfmN8/TqxBoUjCByI/AAAAAAAAArY/YoII28TlzWs/s72-c/nightstream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-114502645397205903</id><published>2011-10-26T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T16:53:18.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: Playing Pinball in The Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/f63904d6ff6a01d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/f63904d6ff6a01d0.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[First Posted 4/14/06 - this is more privately detailed info from Tim about his transition that did not make it into the book, which readers may find insightful.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim shares about some of his initial experience after awakening from the healing transitional sleep:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every person experiences an individualized transition, in-formed — or manifested — by their unique 'fingerprint' of vibration. This vibration is both qualitative and quantitative in continually varying amounts. In the Risen geographies, vibration is tantamount to &lt;i&gt;aware consciousness&lt;/i&gt; — which is significantly different than that which August has called 'conscious awareness.' Rather than try to explain this in terrestrial terms, I ask that you just contemplate the different feelings that come with the different arrangement of these two words. Thinking — which is another way to say 'wording'— can get one into all kinds of interesting situations in the etheric-astral spaces of Risen being. Even more succinctly, the inability to control wording after being unable to control the rising of thoughts can really put one on a monster roller coaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beneath the unique vibrational aspects of a transition lies a basic principle of spirit. These basic principles are rules of thumb, directly set by the Creator Source and cannot be altered — at least by a native. (By native, I mean someone Risen who was 'born' in the Risen lands, as opposed to an entity of group souls who directly channel True Creative Source Intention.) The Creator Source has left its thumbprints all over the ground-fabric, or matrix, of any universe, realized or potential — rather like an artist leaving his prints within and on the surface of his painting, or sometimes, more formally pressed into sealing wax, which is much easier to see, as is intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This particular basic principle is that feelings and words manifest as material reality. This same principle is also imprinted on the fabric of your terrestrial universe, although the peculiar nature of time there considerably slows down its active elements, so it's difficult to wait around and watch to see it happening. Here, however, it's experienced as instantaneous. If you have little control over your feelings and thoughts before you Rise, then you will have the same lack of control after you Rise. Like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The instant I began to think, something manifested. The instant that something manifested, I reacted with another feeling-thought — many of them — and so something else manifested — to which I reacted and which produced yet another manifestation. The basic manifestations that occur usually first and foremost are environmental. So in one instant I found myself in a different place, to be immediately replaced by another geography — and on and on and on. I can liken the experience to being a ball in a pinball machine -- &lt;i&gt;whoa! bam! wham! zip! ouch! eek! yikes! whoa! zowie! jesus christ! duck! Instant TILT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was also like being each and every card in a deck of cards being flipped by a Las Vegas pro's legerdemain while the pro was being juggled by a family troupe of chinese gymnasts and they were being tossed out of a jet plane with no parachutes. Believe me, you don't want to see what heavenly puke looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know how long this went on until I stumbled on another basic thumbprint, which was activated by my asking for help. Actually, I didn't ask, I &lt;i&gt;screamed&lt;/i&gt; help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In that instant, everything stopped and I was let gently down into a very quiet, very non-moving meadow of soft yellow flowers (yellow is the tone of stilled mentality. . . hmmmm.....I remember that valium was yellow . . . coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course, in my case, 'monkey mind' started chattering to itself about what had just happened, which had the effect of another quarter being inserted into the pinball machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eventually, I learned to just lie still in the flowers, but not after learning that their wonderful scent and other sensual elements also stimulated more feeling-thinking, and hence more manifestations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I could have cut down on the astral nausea considerably if I had learned to be mentally still while on Earth. I had started practicing meditation within a certain Eastern school of thought, but I guess I didn't get very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The kind of feeling that arises will give the whole feeling tone and appearance to the manifested environment. It grows the manifestation, the environment, the entire world. A main feeling that arises here, unfortunately, is fear — and its monkey-on-the-back companion, worry. Just like on Earth, I got the two mixed up, which made for all kinds of fun. I now know that fear is present-oriented, while worry is future-oriented. It's like this: if you're in a burning building, that's reality and in the present — you have fear and so leave the building. If you're in a building that's not burning, but worry that it might catch on fire, that's the future, and not reality. But there's a &lt;i&gt;belief&lt;/i&gt; as if something's burning, and it is — in your mind. So here, the thought kindles the event, and the building suddenly bursts into flames, because you're in your mind. Even if you're 'out of your mind', you're still in your mind. There, on Earth, something would burst into flames as well — but not right away, but eventually, due to the delay aspects of time there. And just like here, being out of your mind is still in your mind. There's no getting away from it, other than short-circuiting and shutting down. Which is a frequent response within the first few cosmic seconds upon awakening as Risen. Most experience it as a kind of blackout, and others, on the other end of the scale, as a coma. Apparently, some of us can only arrive at mental stillness as a vegetable. I wholly recommend that people on Earth study some kind of mental control — your life will not only become easier and more serene while embodied, but upon transition to the Risen state as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One last thing — fear, like worry, is an illusion; neither are necessary."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Of course, as I'm very fond of saying, it sounds and looks great on paper. I happen to know that Tim had some very challenging and intense periods of learning to undergo in order to gain control of his mental processes. One of the psychological tests I sometimes give to therapy patients who suffer from acute general anxiety disorder is called the White Bear Suppression Inventory, because the clinical researcher who developed it found that if he asked people to not think of a white bear, and then to ring a bell every time they thought of one, a lot of bell ringing happened. What's more, they continued to be unable to stop thinking of a white bear even after the testing period was over, for hours or even days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This approach to looking at worry, or non-present awareness, is precisely the goal of 'negation' that was discussed in an earlier posting. In my own research of the scientific literature around memory studies, I've yet to find any that have arrived in a significant way at this concept — which is a spiritual rule of thumb — in order to get off the seemingly unending traffic circle of the mind. Tim learned it as a Risen person. I've been learning it as a terrestrial-embodied person, and while it doesn't appear that many people have arrived at this principle of the multi-layered experience of what Tim calls &lt;i&gt;aware consciousness&lt;/i&gt;, it seems as if there's beginning to be a kind of "experiential bleed-through" from the higher astral-etheric realms into our lower, less spiritually organized one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[The negation I discussed in an earlier post was about my ability, as taught from the Risen, to negate a chronic disabling physical condition, achieved by not having any thinking about it whatsoever, which also meant negating thoughts about the condition ever having existed to begin with.  Because I referred to it in this post, there was thinking and words about it, which conferred reality upon it and so it returned in the night.  I was able to negate it again in order to get sleep, and of course, realize that the same situation is arising here as I write about it.  This time, however, I'll tend to it before bed!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-114502645397205903?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/114502645397205903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=114502645397205903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114502645397205903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/114502645397205903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2006/04/playing-pinball-in-mind.html' title='From The Archives: Playing Pinball in The Mind'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5023800860859900820</id><published>2011-10-17T13:44:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T14:07:58.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying to Be Me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUuQUBdk3mE/TpxoyhhHTaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/b-0LDLDsiao/s1600/51m6hBlvchL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUuQUBdk3mE/TpxoyhhHTaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/b-0LDLDsiao/s1600/51m6hBlvchL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here is an &lt;a href="http://anitamoorjani.com/?page_id=58"&gt;interview&lt;/a&gt; with Anita Moorjani, who experienced a complete, spontaneous remission of her terminal cancer following an NDE in 2006. We are thrilled that she is able to not only put her incomprehensible experience into comprehensible language, but that it validates so much of the Risen material, including the purpose of being and beingness, how we are responsible for choosing our own thoughts about our self, the nature of beliefs and how they form our world, and how race-consciousness beliefs form our shared reality; identifying those from ego-mind that are running (and ruining) our life; how time is used on Earth; what sounds like her ongoing process in understanding the "pastime of reincarnation" and a lot more. Rather than elaborate on any specific resonances with the Risen transmission, we prefer to let Anita's words speak for herself. This is also our approach to finding our answers to our own questions, by referring to one's own experience as the basis of authority of Authentic Self. Perhaps her sharing will also help clarify some of the Risen offerings as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her book, which will be released in March 2012, and can be pre-ordered, is &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dying-Be-Me-Journey-Healing/dp/1401937519"&gt;Dying To Be Me: My Journey from Cancer, to Near Death, to True Healing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rob for bringing this wonderful material to our attention, who adds that her experience "highlights the importance of our state of ‘being’ rather than the need to physical pursue some life ‘attainment.' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5023800860859900820?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5023800860859900820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5023800860859900820' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5023800860859900820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5023800860859900820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/dying-to-be-me.html' title='Dying to Be Me.'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NUuQUBdk3mE/TpxoyhhHTaI/AAAAAAAAArQ/b-0LDLDsiao/s72-c/51m6hBlvchL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2229653961993687264</id><published>2011-10-16T15:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T15:19:23.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 10: Wake Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_2em7kM0BU/TpsqQ2gnjII/AAAAAAAAArI/Te3GwuoQ_-Q/s400/Henry_Fuseli--The_Nightmare.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Nightmare&lt;/i&gt;, by Henry Fuseli, 1781&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A diligent reader of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, Martin, writes to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"I'm re-reading Chap 10 ... It's taking longer than I expected … as you said, this material is very hard to focus on. I think your book is very dense with information that is completely unfamiliar to most people's experience and is hard to read. But your remark that the ego-self is actively fighting this knowledge is very interesting and something I had not thought of before."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Martin -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our book addresses the fact that doubting is often the first thing that comes up when reading Chapter 10 - and that this is the ego-mind stepping in to try to derail your journey to freedom, with its suggestions that you're crazy, or foolish, what nonsense, wishful thinking, etc.&lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt; It's often difficult for most of us to disengage the ego-mind's grip on our thinking, as it wants to do our thinking for us. Many people succumb to the ego-mind's suggestions and then make its beliefs their beliefs, instead of ruling their own inner kingdom of Authentic Self.&amp;nbsp; Chapter 10 discusses in depth how to deal with the ego-mind after shining the light of Truth on it. This light is that there is no death . . . period. The chapter is often difficult for many because it's so hard to pin down the ego-mind, which is so good at lying. Most people are unaware of this great deceiver, and it will even make it hard to concentrate on the reading. But we must deal with it so we can still its lies and then hear the truth of the living voices of our loved ones. The works of Ernest Holmes can be very helpful in learning how to use thought correctly as well.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you report is completely expected, so no worries or judgments, just encouragement and kudos to you for staying with it. Chapter 10 encapsulates, in a very small space, several millennium of the deepest of higher vibrating information generally unavailable to the majority of humanity as it exists in its unawakened state. Finding language to do this was exceptionally difficult, being transmitted by non-embodied people, and taking nearly 8 years. Ego-mind has put each person to sleep, a learning process which begins fairly soon after a person's physical birth. Our parents /caretakers teach us, or rather, their ego-minds teach us to tune out of Reality and into unreality; in turn, we are taught to teach others the same lies while reinforcing them in our sleeping self. Chapter 10 addresses how to begin to wake up to regain true awakened consciousness, the state we were each born to begin with. Many readers will reject or ignore it, as directed by their ego-mind. Others will struggle, which is like trying to wake up from the sleep paralysis accompanying a nightmare. It is much easier to go back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we transition, we will have awakened much more because ego-mind cannot go with us once the physical body is left. But if you are basically still asleep when you transition, your awakening on the new side many have many challenges. These challenges can be dispensed earlier on if we strive to awaken before we transition. Our transition, then, will be much more light-filled, brilliant, exhilarating, and Real.&amp;nbsp; As well, being in this awakened state while still embodied on Earth may very well enable us to begin communicating with those who exist in higher vibrating states, such as those who are Risen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tim loves to say, "Onward, ho!"&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt; As a perfect example of an ego-mind response to the material, one reviewer of the book at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Risen-Dialogues-Afterlife-Contemplative-Mediumship/dp/0578031310/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1267297041&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; shared,"I purchased this book because I am interested in learning more about the possible after-life, but this "book" is nothing but the ramblings of what must be a bi-polar or split personality writer. Why it took SO MANY pages to say NOTHING is beyond me. This was a waste of money. If you enjoy reading a rambling narrative which leads nowhere and could have been done in one tenth the number of words, knock yourself out! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here we see a direct and irrational command from an ego-mind for the struggling, awakening Self to become unconscious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2229653961993687264?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2229653961993687264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2229653961993687264' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2229653961993687264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2229653961993687264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/chapter-10-wake-up.html' title='Chapter 10: Wake Up!'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4_2em7kM0BU/TpsqQ2gnjII/AAAAAAAAArI/Te3GwuoQ_-Q/s72-c/Henry_Fuseli--The_Nightmare.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5220581144980916173</id><published>2011-10-16T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T14:22:15.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien Contact in the 21st Century</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXs8rxSs8k/Tpsgp1-UeSI/AAAAAAAAArA/CC-Pzvihd4c/s1600/hidden+hand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXs8rxSs8k/Tpsgp1-UeSI/AAAAAAAAArA/CC-Pzvihd4c/s400/hidden+hand.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One of my dearest friends, Marc, is featured in James Carman's upcoming excellent documentary, "The Hidden Hand - Alien Contact in the 21st Century." He is on a panel with other people talking about their experiences with aliens. It will be premiering in New York City on October 21st. I was honored to have attended a private screening of the film in January of 2010 at A.R.E. and later spent time with James afterwards to discuss his work (see our &lt;a href="http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2010/01/hidden-hand.html"&gt;past blog&lt;/a&gt; about this event.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screening is at 7 pm with Q&amp;amp;A for the director afterward. At 6 pm there will be a Press Conference with Whitley Strieber, Richard Dolan and Linda Moulton Howe, who will also be presenting at the &lt;a href="http://www.fions.org/"&gt;FIONS &lt;/a&gt;Conference the next day in NYC (Friends of the Institute of Noetic Science.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Complimentary tickets&lt;/i&gt; will be given to the FIRST 300 people to respond&amp;nbsp; by &lt;a href="mailto:a@newrealities.com"&gt;emailing&lt;/a&gt; Alan Steinfeld.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5220581144980916173?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5220581144980916173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5220581144980916173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5220581144980916173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5220581144980916173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/alien-contact-in-21st-century.html' title='Alien Contact in the 21st Century'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXs8rxSs8k/Tpsgp1-UeSI/AAAAAAAAArA/CC-Pzvihd4c/s72-c/hidden+hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2752264354448222515</id><published>2011-10-12T13:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:06:13.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: Risen Egg</title><content type='html'>[First posted July 19, 2010]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TETmES_cx2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/el7sGd3kKz4/s1600/ugly-duckling-and-me-2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495770406790678370" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TETmES_cx2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/el7sGd3kKz4/s400/ugly-duckling-and-me-2-1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 230px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear August,&lt;br /&gt;I've  been reading your blog for a little while now and find it fantastic and  you to be the genuine article from what I know of this field. Good job  on it!&lt;br /&gt;Your recent post about your friend materializing is  compelling to say the least. One thing in particular: the notion that  you got that he was working with some sort of spiritside science group,  and that he used a piece of seeming "technology" to communicate with  them. This jives wholesale with the work of Mark Macy and ITC etc. and  their spiritside contacts with Timestream Station. Are you familiar with  them?&lt;br /&gt;On another note, the post about the people dying in a store  who were so frightened of death and what had happened to them that they  instinctively reverted to children looking for their parents, crying  and panicking, is heartbreaking and scary too. Why hadn't the "system"  of the afterlife do you think not provided them with a peaceful  transition, a helper, etc.? Good thing that you were there but it seems a  little cruel to me that anyone would have to be obliterated by fear  like that.&lt;br /&gt;Cordially, SJV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thanks,  SJV, for your thoughtful words and wonderings. We appreciate that you  are able to find things of interest in our blog, perhaps even our book,  which goes into much more detail about Tim's work with technologists,  scientists, and other like-minded souls. Indeed, the project of the book  was brought into manifestation by a cooperative of two such groups, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen Collective&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen Assembly&lt;/span&gt;, as noted in &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/The%20Authorship.html"&gt;The Authorship&lt;/a&gt;.  We've been very aware of much of the work of the various ITC  researchers over many years, and find much pleasurable interest in it,  especially such as that found in &lt;a href="http://evp-itc-australia.org/"&gt;Rob Smith's work in Australia&lt;/a&gt;.  It has become clear that the technology of those in the Risen  "geographies" — as we tend to label them — is as far beyond that of  anything currently on the terrestrial plane as light is from shadows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  story of the WTC victims who regressed back into the forms and minds of  children is in the book, among many reasons, to help illustrate much of  the psychology that underpins &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt;.   Just because someone has a grown, adult body does not mean a grown,  adult person inhabits it. It may at first sight seem a cruelty, or some  might even say an injustice, that the people were "left" or "abandoned"  as the frightened children they were. Yet we are finally growing more  aware of and more used to the idea that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we &lt;/span&gt;form  our lives, our worlds and universes around us; we are responsible for  those forms, we are responsible for how we use them to live our lives,  and for the very environments we choose to manifest. This is the most  primary and lowest meaning of "free will" — beyond which, most of us  have none to speak of, for we have not earned it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In  this case, they may have seemed lost, but only in their minds. If  you've ever been around someone who is seriously mentally ill or  impaired, you may have experienced them  as if they weren't fully there,  or aware of anything beyond the small, self-circumscribed and  maintained walls of isolation. You may try many ways to reach them, get  their attention, and make them understand that the walls are an illusion  — but they are too lost to see or hear or feel your words, or your  world. We might even say that the situation is "cruel." It &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;truly heart breaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;From  a higher-vibrating viewpoint, there is no "cruelty" at all, but rather a  nonjudgmental viewpoint expanded by the greater compassion found in the  higher levels of awakeness. Most of us have seen a little child, so  young that there is no understanding of the world about them, how it  works, what things mean on a higher level, and yet they are without fear  and so full of curiosity that we have to stay close by to make sure  they don't get hurt — for would they listen to our words of warning? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could &lt;/span&gt;they?  And many of us have seen the same child, full of fear and worry,  totally lost in its feelings of isolation from the world about it, blind  and deaf to anyone who might try to comfort it. Comfort will come, but  rarely instantly, for the child must first reach a point of feeling safe  and seen again. "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's mommy where's mommy where's mommy? Oh, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are!&lt;/span&gt;"  This takes time, something we have plenty of on Earth, and so  eventually they are calm again, and have probably learned something  about their world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So  it was with these poor, frightened people. They were too lost to see   that many highly-vibrating Risen rescuers were right there, waiting to   be seen, heard, and felt. Because time works so differently beyond the  terrestrial planes, it could have taken many earthly centuries  before  they calmed down enough to be able to come to their new spiritual   senses. This is why "spirit rescuers" are utilized, who, while in their   astral bodies, are a kind of "hybrid" between terrestrial human and   Risen — partially Risen, in a way — and can often be sensed, heard and   seen by those trapped by their own fears and ignorance.  If they are   able to hear and accept even a little new information and then some   instruction, it's often enough to propel them beyond the walls of their   prison, or often, the rescuer can help them pass over, by passing them,   like a bucket brigade, over to a higher realm. The butterfly is gently  helped out of its stuck position in the cocoon.  Transition to a  beautiful new way of living can, at last, begin. And nobody knows  exactly what will emerge from a Risen egg, but it will be unique,  loving, and loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Substitute any of the synonyms for the word describing "position" in the cocoon  — &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;situation,  spot, point, locus, station, stance, pose, arrangement, attitude,  opinion, policy, stance, perception, side, attitude, thinking, outlook&lt;/span&gt; — and we can begin to see the deeper implications of the consequences of self-imposed beliefs and fears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There  was also the clear vision and understanding of the Risen who were  standing by, that because there is no death, there cannot possibly by  any thoughts of "obliteration," much less any truth to such an idea.  There are so many spiritual "systems" in place to aid such people in  distress that the complexity and subtle brilliance of them are  interwoven into the most complex tapestries of love and service hardly  imaginable. Nobody is forced to be who or where they are; nobody can  intervene, or make changes, or interfere in any way until asked; and  then, nobody is ever refused — ever. Those small "children" were too  paralyzed by their own fear to be even able to ask for help, but their  spiritual instincts were at least able to find and bring them to what  was sensed as safety, if only for a little bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2752264354448222515?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2752264354448222515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2752264354448222515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2752264354448222515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2752264354448222515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/from-archives-risen-egg.html' title='From The Archives: Risen Egg'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TETmES_cx2I/AAAAAAAAAeg/el7sGd3kKz4/s72-c/ugly-duckling-and-me-2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2883073603113989111</id><published>2011-10-12T12:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T12:57:49.821-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediumistic Psychotherapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUXRtC7ZIL8/TpXAUmwr47I/AAAAAAAAAq4/TUFfddXHc-M/s1600/Faces.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUXRtC7ZIL8/TpXAUmwr47I/AAAAAAAAAq4/TUFfddXHc-M/s320/Faces.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart...&lt;br /&gt;Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.&lt;br /&gt;~ Carl Jung ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having mediumistic gifts is ever a blessing and a challenge. While the experiences they bring provide greater insight into the unseen cosmos of which we are an inseparable part, they also offer opportunities for personal expansion and growth of our individuality. These opportunities often go unnoticed due to unconscious personal blocks and defenses, including shyness, over-aggrandizement, self-doubt, worry, and frustration, all which hinder greater immersion into the mediumistic experience as well as personal evolution. One’s own past also may contain less-than-positive physical, mental, emotional and psychological developmental experiences that have become entrenched in the present life, preventing us from achieving greater self-acceptance and compassionate understanding of others. This kind of baggage is simply not necessary anymore. We would like to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August has been in private practice for many years as a licensed and credentialed psychotherapist in New York City. Because of his years of experiential study and comprehension of the psychospiritual aspects of mediumship, he has been asked by his Risen guides to provide his services as a mediumistic psychotherapist to those individuals who are also mediumistic, and wish to gain increased insight into their own personal processes that may be hindering their progress as mediums and, more precisely, their spiritual self-awareness and beingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These private and confidential therapeutic sessions are not meant to provide instructions or lessons on how to be a medium, nor to provide readings, but intended for those mediums who want to achieve higher vibration of awareness of self and of the other spiritual dimensions. Identifying blocks or incomplete development will underlie the goals. Our cooperative and intense but gentle, careful exploration into the inter-vibrational aspects of mediumship may indeed bring increased development of one’s mediumistic abilities, while activating those that are still latent, by fine-tuning the spiritual senses to formerly hidden, personal interpenetrating realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more details and information on how to contact August about this work, go &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Mediumistic%20Psychotherapy.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2883073603113989111?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2883073603113989111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2883073603113989111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2883073603113989111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2883073603113989111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/mediumistic-psychotherapy.html' title='Mediumistic Psychotherapy'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BUXRtC7ZIL8/TpXAUmwr47I/AAAAAAAAAq4/TUFfddXHc-M/s72-c/Faces.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-6031853085489000455</id><published>2011-10-10T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T19:29:24.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is This Book About?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf8bwr9SEfE/TpN_eCIDFyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/6Cs2LTETXpA/s1600/professor-jones1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf8bwr9SEfE/TpN_eCIDFyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/6Cs2LTETXpA/s320/professor-jones1.jpg" width="210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"One of the most important principles of quantum physics is that two isolated, remote particles can have an &lt;i&gt;instantaneous &lt;/i&gt;effect on one another because these two remote objects can become entangled. This is known as &lt;i&gt;nonlocality &lt;/i&gt;and has given rise to the quantum physics concept of &lt;i&gt;nonlocal space&lt;/i&gt;: a multidimensional space, with nothing but possibilities ... and without certainties, without matter, and without a role for time and distance. Everything in this space is uncertain, and physicists can carry out neither measurements nor observations. The nonlocal space represents a hidden reality that,&amp;nbsp; at the quantum level, exerts a continuous influence on our physical world, which is the &lt;i&gt;complement &lt;/i&gt;of nonlocal space."&amp;nbsp; ~ Pim van Lommel, MD, &lt;a href="http://www.harpercollins.com/browseinside/index.aspx?isbn13=9780061777257"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August and Tim continue to 'splain all about &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the above quote really quite sums up much of our book in many ways, don't worry. &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; is not about difficult quantum mechanics! It does, however, contain countless hidden levels, doors and windows, stories, worlds and lands, and many, many voices. August and Tim are like two remote objects that have become forever entangled because of their love. Quantum physics is, ultimately, telling us that love accomplishes, in invisible ways, things that seem like miracles to us here on the visible earth. The Risen are people like us but, also seemingly miraculously, no longer on the earth: &lt;i&gt;they have risen&lt;/i&gt;. There are many extreme differences between the Risen and the non-Risen, and this book was manifested to attempt to introduce ideas, ways and means to understand and even change some of those differences ... to become more entangled with the Risen, and to realize how entangled one might already be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is also about grief and loss, which is usually what brings us humans to this point of asking "why?" and "now what?". We know&amp;nbsp; that one can be led to personally experience that grief can be transformed into joy, which is also a transition to a new life and way of&amp;nbsp; living. This book is for those who have not yet fully shut down, but still open to change for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great deal of the primary differences between the Risen and non-Risen are psychological, or more precisely, &lt;i&gt;psychospiritual &lt;/i&gt;in nature. This book could be seen as a kind of "psycho/spiritual/logical" textbook and guide that introduces perhaps very alien Risen behavioral and developmental concepts about what a human being is, and the mental and emotional aspects that are interfering with being psychologically free enough to dispense with fear, in order to then spiritually connect with previously hidden or unsensed realities and other aware, alive, conscious beings in those realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be advised:&amp;nbsp; this book is not "Mediumship 101" or "Afterlife for Dummies" — nor is it meant for Dabblers and Confirmed Skeptics. As the well-known journalist Michael Tymn has noted,&lt;i&gt; "As with me 20 years ago, the boggle threshold of most people is probably too low to fully understand and appreciate what August, Tim, and the advanced Risen Ones have to say about the greater reality, but to the serious student of metaphysics this book has much to offer." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has taken August nearly 8 years of almost-daily endeavor to help the Risen group bring this book into this world, and he also has had to struggle with new concepts, while letting go of old ones. Putting it into comprehensible written language was probably the greatest challenge of all, as the Risen do not use words as we do, if they ever use them at all. Perhaps this is why Riley Heagerty, the noted spiritualist historian, commented that the book &lt;i&gt;" ... is written so well, it establishes what I can only say is a new 'Risen vernacular,' employing a sharp, daring and constantly interesting command of the English language."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; Written well — yes. Quickly understandable — no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is not unexpected that in this "Age of Instant Gratification" many readers may not have or even want the experience or skills necessary to endure the mystification, perplexity, and even anxiety this challenging book may stimulate. Yet these are actually &lt;i&gt;positive &lt;/i&gt;effects, and direct evidence of how the Universe mysteriously stimulates us to creatively move from inert spiritual couch potatoes to someplace else wholly different. However you decide to travel, Tim and I wish you well on your journey, and want you to rest in the knowing that you are &lt;i&gt;never &lt;/i&gt;alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-6031853085489000455?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/6031853085489000455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=6031853085489000455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6031853085489000455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6031853085489000455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/what-is-this-book-about.html' title='What Is This Book About?'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bf8bwr9SEfE/TpN_eCIDFyI/AAAAAAAAAq0/6Cs2LTETXpA/s72-c/professor-jones1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7908470644219790955</id><published>2011-10-08T19:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T19:16:57.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparent Death is a Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPfgjM-nQIY/TpDZvEwMj6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZtAbjC6t4P8/s1600/0_61_nebula_ngc2818_hubble.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPfgjM-nQIY/TpDZvEwMj6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZtAbjC6t4P8/s320/0_61_nebula_ngc2818_hubble.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that every apparent death is a resurrection; therefore, gladly I die to everything that is unlike the good. Joyfully, I am resurrected into that which is beautiful, enduring, and true. Silently, I pass from less to more, from isolation into inclusion, from separation into oneness. Today, realizing that there is nothing in my past which can rise against me, nothing in my future which can menace the unfoldment of my experience, I know that life shall be an eternal adventure. I revel in the contemplation of the immeasurable future, the path of eternal progress, the everlastingness of my own being, the ongoing of my soul, the daily renewed energy and action of that divinity within me which has forever set the stamp of individualized Being on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Daily Affirmation&lt;/i&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.scienceofmind.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Science of Mind Magazine&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Saturday, October 8, 2011&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7908470644219790955?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7908470644219790955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7908470644219790955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7908470644219790955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7908470644219790955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/apparent-death-is-resurrection.html' title='Apparent Death is a Resurrection'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zPfgjM-nQIY/TpDZvEwMj6I/AAAAAAAAAqw/ZtAbjC6t4P8/s72-c/0_61_nebula_ngc2818_hubble.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-1617195138718318007</id><published>2011-10-07T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T11:40:48.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Risen Book Discount</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwRBCXQyr6g/To8dQ08qf3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/Re2okNuulA0/s1600/Teapot+Trademark.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwRBCXQyr6g/To8dQ08qf3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/Re2okNuulA0/s200/Teapot+Trademark.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For a 15% discount off the retail price of the splendiferous-looking paperback edition, go &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/the-risen-dialogues-of-love-grief-survival-beyond-death/5437928"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-1617195138718318007?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/1617195138718318007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=1617195138718318007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1617195138718318007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1617195138718318007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/risen-book-discount.html' title='Risen Book Discount'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lwRBCXQyr6g/To8dQ08qf3I/AAAAAAAAAqs/Re2okNuulA0/s72-c/Teapot+Trademark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8709278148453642046</id><published>2011-10-04T19:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T19:20:34.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Risen Guidance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5N_Ug3DDLU/TouUaDgFRII/AAAAAAAAAqo/0J-X7j1PYKo/s1600/mary_poppins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5N_Ug3DDLU/TouUaDgFRII/AAAAAAAAAqo/0J-X7j1PYKo/s1600/mary_poppins.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Banks&lt;/i&gt;: Just a moment, Mary Poppins. What is the meaning of this outrage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;: I beg your pardon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Banks&lt;/i&gt;: Will you be good enough to explain all this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;: First of all, I would like to make one thing quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mr. Banks&lt;/i&gt;: Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mary Poppins&lt;/i&gt;: I never explain anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8709278148453642046?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8709278148453642046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8709278148453642046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8709278148453642046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8709278148453642046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/risen-guidance.html' title='Risen Guidance'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-h5N_Ug3DDLU/TouUaDgFRII/AAAAAAAAAqo/0J-X7j1PYKo/s72-c/mary_poppins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3601091449800089998</id><published>2011-10-03T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T11:18:09.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Skeptico Podcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGPgzzUCofw/TopqCQrcHpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vJPynq_nCn4/s1600/cat_with_rubix_cube.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGPgzzUCofw/TopqCQrcHpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vJPynq_nCn4/s320/cat_with_rubix_cube.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August has been invited by well-known podcaster &lt;a href="http://www.skeptiko.com/about-alex-tsakiris/"&gt;Alex Tsakiris&lt;/a&gt; to join him for an upcoming &lt;a href="http://www.skeptiko.com/"&gt;Skeptico&lt;/a&gt;* show. We will let you know when the recorded cast and accompanying transcript are available. In the meantime, take a look at some of the awesome guests he's had on &lt;a href="http://www.skeptiko.com/past-shows/"&gt;past shows&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________&lt;br /&gt;*According to Alex, "the name &lt;i&gt;Skeptiko &lt;/i&gt;comes from the ancient Greek philosophy of Skeptikos, and refers to the teachings and the traits of a school of philosophers of whom it was said 'asserted nothing but only opined'."&lt;br /&gt;His agenda: "Figure stuff out. Dig into the research data. Explore the possibility  that the existing materialistic paradigm might be overturned (and may  already be at a tipping point). Talk to really smart people on both  sides of the issues. Treat all guests with respect." (Alex has assured me "I'm on your side.")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3601091449800089998?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3601091449800089998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3601091449800089998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3601091449800089998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3601091449800089998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/10/upcoming-skeptico-broadcast.html' title='Upcoming Skeptico Podcast'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iGPgzzUCofw/TopqCQrcHpI/AAAAAAAAAqk/vJPynq_nCn4/s72-c/cat_with_rubix_cube.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-780067515723648422</id><published>2011-09-30T07:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T11:29:12.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And much, much more . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIWQhDZ8aOg/ToWmmINvhpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tKuHEoC2fFI/s1600/dontpanic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIWQhDZ8aOg/ToWmmINvhpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tKuHEoC2fFI/s200/dontpanic.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skeptiko.com/about-alex-tsakiris/"&gt;Alex Tsakiris&lt;/a&gt; recently sent us a nice greeting and question: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Just listened to your&lt;a href="http://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2010/09/02"&gt; interview on C2C&lt;/a&gt;... great stuff... many questions...I'm particularly interested in better understanding/resolving the differences in spiritual experiences across cultures/religions/practices. Do you address any of these topics in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A seemingly small but intense question! I (August) seek to address it simply and put into words as best as I understand from a Risen perspective:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far, the Risen material has circumvented any focus or intent on differentiating or splitting up the terrestrial experience of spirituality, and instead attends to the underlying commonalities that pre-exist and underlie all manifested people on earth. It &lt;i&gt;does &lt;/i&gt;briefly acknowledge the existence, validity and value of older/ancient wisdom systems, especially indigenous "shamanic" type systems, where simplicity and directness is exemplified and makes them more alike than different. So... this seems to suggest there really is no actual need for resolving or resolution; rather the focus is on unlearning race-consciousness ideas, beliefs, and thought-patterns that were manufactured and instilled by ego-mind. A belief in such resolution is a "trick suggestion" of the ego-mind to divert our attention away from it so that it can continue with its agenda of separation to support its delusions of immortality.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself am always very fascinated with how Creator Source is perceived by various cultures and then reflected back, and greatly enjoy hearing and reading about them, and even watching when the opportunity arises. There appears to be a great sort of "controlled upheaval" rapidly occurring across the mediumistic communities, where Spirit -- or the Risen, as I say -- is actively engaging in activities that unite the different communities and the way they manifest physical phenomena - most recently via Warren Caylor's ectoplasmic and Tom of Cabirol's photoplasmic energies in a &lt;a href="http://montcabirol.com/"&gt;collaborative effort in France&lt;/a&gt; -&amp;nbsp; see http://montcabirol.com/ Kai Mugge's group in Germany is also demonstrating rapidly changing, new phenomena that is exceeding even that of the Scole Group. (See the &lt;a href="http://felixcircle.blogspot.com/"&gt;report&lt;/a&gt; there of Warren Caylor's also recent visit in Denmark.) &lt;a href="http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/08/article-native-americans-as-spirit.html"&gt;I have mentioned before&lt;/a&gt;, but without any response (yet) on my comment from the mediumistic communities, that Spirit appears to have a mysterious Great Agenda of uniting the world through such collaborative efforts.&amp;nbsp; As you can probably surmise, there's a great deal of psychospirituality woven throughout the Risen material. &lt;a href="http://www.victorzammit.com/"&gt;Wendy and Victor Zammit&lt;/a&gt; asked us yesterday to provide a little blurb for their link to our site, which which reveals more of the underlying intent to the work:&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This book was produced under the auspices of &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/The%20Authorship.html"&gt;The Risen Collective&lt;/a&gt;. This collective includes mental health specialists, educators, scientists, healers, philosophers, and artists from multicultural and multi-temporal backgrounds of Earth and of other dimensional systems, and who have an intensely committed interest in the advancement of communicative relationships with those still embodied on Earth and in other dimensional systems. The Risen book was created to address the psychological challenges that arise from the fear of death and trauma from grief and bereavement, and how to initiate the deeper healing processes that may also initiate contact with Risen loved ones." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And much, much more . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-780067515723648422?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/780067515723648422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=780067515723648422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/780067515723648422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/780067515723648422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-much-much-more.html' title='And much, much more . . .'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gIWQhDZ8aOg/ToWmmINvhpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/tKuHEoC2fFI/s72-c/dontpanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-1269979480779065039</id><published>2011-09-26T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T19:48:28.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Montcabirol Sittings 16th - 23rd September 2011</title><content type='html'>Several sittings took place in Montcabirol during this time, with attendance of international guests and mediums.&lt;br /&gt;For your interest they offer the first update on&lt;a href="http://montcabirol.com/"&gt; audio files and testimonials&lt;/a&gt; of this amazing week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-1269979480779065039?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/1269979480779065039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=1269979480779065039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1269979480779065039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1269979480779065039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/montcabirol-sittings-16th-23rd.html' title='Montcabirol Sittings 16th - 23rd September 2011'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-6089609184125876605</id><published>2011-09-19T17:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T17:06:18.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: Sentimental Blue</title><content type='html'>[originally posted March 18, 2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you wish upon a star, makes no difference who you are,&lt;br /&gt;Anything your heart desires will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;If your heart is in your dreams, no request is too extreme ~&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star as dreamers do.&lt;br /&gt;(Fate is kind, she brings to those who love&lt;br /&gt;The sweet fulfillment of their secret longing.)&lt;br /&gt;Like a bolt out of the blue, fate steps in and sees you through ~&lt;br /&gt;When you wish upon a star, your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/3_Pinocchio.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/3_Pinocchio.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I gave  up wondering if I'm a dreaming butterfly a long time ago — a very long  time ago. The last time I gave it a thought, I was probably five years  old. Somehow, the collective conspiracy of modern civilization — to  convince me that everyone around me was awake because they acted as &lt;i&gt;if&lt;/i&gt;  they were awake — wasn't convincing enough. It seemed quite backwards  to me. When I was with these people who were acting as if they were  awake, it was like being in a dream — that is, if a "dream" was what  they meant when they described one — cold, strange, scary, crazy, not  real. That's how I experienced living in their mass-manifested world of  "everyday consciousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I was in the place  they said was not awake — or "a dream" — I experienced warmth,  familiarity, safety, sanity, reality. Opening my terrestrial body's eyes  in the morning brought me feelings of "oh, no, not back &lt;i&gt;here&lt;/i&gt;  again." Gravity, the need to breathe, shadows, "external" sounds — and  time — all rushed back in to take me prisoner again. Everything was  disconnected, nothing was related. In fact, it was up to me now to make  sense of every thing, rather than being able to relax and fall back in  the comfort of simply experiencing every thing being connected. &lt;i&gt;What joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I easily remember being in an infant's body in this strange,  disconnected place, my terrestrial body's eyes unable to focus, its ears  barely able to withstand the painful noises I was later taught to  identify as separate "sounds," as I was taught to identify and label  patches of light and colour as "that." "What's &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;?" I was asked over and over again. "Look at &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;!"  I was commanded, over and over again. My body's brain was washed until  it was soaked and soggy. I easily remember my frustration at being in  the infant's body. Many years, later, in a seldom seen maudlin mood, my  parents shared that I was the angriest baby they'd ever seen — that I  was born angry, and had tried to slap the doctor first. I almost won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  own maudlin mood today brought back these and other primal earthly  memories. I well remember what I now know as the Risen about me all the  time — crowds and crowds of them, laughing and singing, even dancing  around my crib, somehow all fitting in the small room, arriving together  in clouds and tinkling breezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there were &lt;i&gt;others&lt;/i&gt; — "&lt;i&gt;Oh 'tis&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;they, the fey&lt;/i&gt;"  is how my Irish grandmother referred to them, when she came to visit me  and rock in my tiny rocking chair, for years after she had  transitioned, which was when I was two. She pretended to disdain them,  saying they should be ashamed, and look at their hands, do they never  wash them? — all the while her blue &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/nitetime-3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="222" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/nitetime-3.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" width="284" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;eyes  twinkling right through the blue aura that surrounded her at all times,  looking like one of the votive candles at church I would love to stand  before, pondering, silently. They would laugh at her; incredibly high,  speeded-up giggling that sounded like the twittering of birds, but  nonetheless showed her great respect, like a queen. And she would  gesture to them like a queen, hushing them with a finger to her lips  while talking to them as if they were cats approaching a sleeping mouse,  "Now be still, look at him, the child, your own brother, he's had a  long journey already and a longer one yet ahead, so be still and none of  your nonsense, see how tired he is." And they would carry me away for  awhile, somewhere, where reality is far more real than what's allowed in  the terrestrial realms by the Higher Ones, their own gods and  goddesses. They taught me to sing, and made me join their tribal  dancing, carried out in fields to the sounds of a thousand drums,  stamping designs in the wheat and grass. They would bring me back always  in time to see the sun come up — and I would weep — bitter tears that  old people cry after watching everyone die, one by one, and leave them,  alone in the world of solidified dreams, otherwise known as "reality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  thing called "time" was a tricky one to get the hang of. The nuns even  made little cardboard clocks with movable hands that we had to learn how  to manipulate so we could "tell time." I thought it was some kind of  representation of the sun. "Go on, tell me the time!" they'd demand,  over and over. I thought they meant "tell me the time (when) . . . " —  and I'd get so confused and ask them, "tell you the time &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;?" I thought they wanted me to tell them a story. And they would roll their eyes and make their lips thin and the &lt;i&gt;fey&lt;/i&gt;  would mock them, rolling their eyes and sticking their fingers in their  noses and making me laugh. Then the ruler would appear somewhere out of  those voluminous black sleeves, and my desk would receive a loud &lt;i&gt;crack!&lt;/i&gt; and the &lt;i&gt;fey&lt;/i&gt;  would sprout wings and fly into the crack between the two enormous  pieces of black slate on the wall, sending chalk dust out in tiny puffs  apparently only I could see. "&lt;i&gt;Look&lt;/i&gt; at me when I'm talking to you! Now tell me the &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt;!" (Tell you the time &lt;i&gt;what&lt;/i&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This thing &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt;,  what it is, still occupies my thoughts a great deal. I finally  understand that it's an illusion, which I can tell is so because it  takes time for water to fill the glass, it takes time for me to drink  it, and it takes time for me to send it back into the special bowl  placed in the special room for that purpose only. Where I experience  reality, there is no time to take, no time to give, reality simply is.  There is joy. It is not half-full, or half-empty. Joy is present,  always. I cannot put it into better words than that for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  it seemed to me, until quite recently, that this illusion of time,  which is used for everything here, was quite useless. Because we are  taught to unconnect everything, time is the result, and time is then the  means to try to reconnect it all. Of course, since it's not  disconnected really, it's just a game we play with ourselves and each  other. Unless it's used for something. And what time can be used for,  perhaps what it's meant to be used for, is to experience the joy that is  eternally present. Not to just experience it in a different way, but to  be able to access it and then experience it at &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt;, here, in  this dream. So when I'm filling the glass with water, I have time to put  joy into filling the glass. I have time to put joy into drinking the  water, and I can even use my time to en-joy a luxurious pee. And the  very act of putting joy — that is, en-joying — into anything allows us  to &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; joy. This is, obviously, a choice we have — free will, in fact. Anything can be experienced as joyful, or joyless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/13.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/13.4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where there is no time, joy is felt always. Time isn't needed to feel joy when everything  is experienced as connected. It doesn't take anything to be connected,  because everything is connected and adds up to one infinite, endless  thing; one thing is everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-6089609184125876605?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/6089609184125876605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=6089609184125876605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6089609184125876605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6089609184125876605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/from-archives-sentimental-blue.html' title='From the Archives: Sentimental Blue'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4973118409891912133</id><published>2011-09-10T20:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:09:07.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crystal Eyes of 9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtyckyiodyU/TmwBWy61IEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WyThw4p1Xp4/s1600/242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="159" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtyckyiodyU/TmwBWy61IEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WyThw4p1Xp4/s320/242.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is difficult being in this city right now—for the past few days, the tension in the air has been slowly increasing until it's palpable. I have been faithful to my vow to not have a television or radio on, to turn away from any form of news media. One of my offices is but three blocks from Ground Zero; most of my friends who still live near there are experiencing re-emergence of the PTSD that has continued to haunt them these past ten years. I could not walk in the area yesterday without the constant feeling of the need to weep. A patient looked from me to the brilliant clear blue sky out the window and then back to me, commenting how exactly like that exquisitely beautiful day it was, and did I remember? None of us can stop remembering, I answered. A beautiful Indian Summer's day in September has crystallized in our living collective memory as a symbol of sudden leaving and unexplained loss. Each and every one of us now has that crystalline look of the purest blue in our eyes—frozen, cloudless, clear, and unfathomably sad; we all recognize one another by our motionless gaze. There is no language; there are no words; there are only eyes of crystal that cannot stop seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In remembrance of 9/11, the following excerpt is taken from &lt;i&gt;The Risen's&lt;/i&gt; Chapter 19: Liberation Dramas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"From my journal:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;“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.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.”&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “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.”&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;For a little more detail about this rescue event, go &lt;a href="http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2010/07/risen-egg.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4973118409891912133?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4973118409891912133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4973118409891912133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4973118409891912133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4973118409891912133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/crystal-eyes-in-city-of-ghosts.html' title='Crystal Eyes of 9/11'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CtyckyiodyU/TmwBWy61IEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/WyThw4p1Xp4/s72-c/242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-6404687579101919846</id><published>2011-09-10T01:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T16:07:01.501-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen on Earth":  Risen Weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXMYgon3vrA/Tmuam3XNaKI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LuazxTStjaU/s1600/172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="92" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXMYgon3vrA/Tmuam3XNaKI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LuazxTStjaU/s320/172.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and may be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth.&lt;/i&gt;)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;How, then, I wondered, am I to relay what they have taught me into our symbolic terrestrial language, which seeks to overlay structures of control? Seeing my dilemma, they suggested that I begin with the concepts of weather and seasons, with the idea that such states are complex, many-layered, fluid, dynamic, and alive. This made much sense to me, because that is how the Risen way of being and living seem to me. They know this quite clearly, as evidenced in the way I’ve noticed they often answer the questions of sitters at mediumistic sittings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Risen &lt;i&gt;do &lt;/i&gt;have weather and seasons, which begin as emotional and mental events, and then manifest as physical ones – all interweaving and interflowing in such ways as to be seamless and therefore instantaneous. Viewed from a “distance” (another word that loses meaning with the Risen) I’ve often thought I was looking at some kind of crop circle in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tossing my own attempts at organizing the vast amounts of material I’ve gleaned from my relationships with the Risen into the wind, I let it all enter, freely flowing, to organize itself. When the dust finally settled, the results are now beginning to coalesce into this book, which seems to be about seasons of the heart and mind. One of my Risen companions refers to the book as a “map,” and at my request, helped me understand this with a diagram, which I suppose is a map in its own way, of the spiral of our journey from one season to the next.&lt;/blockquote&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-6404687579101919846?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/6404687579101919846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=6404687579101919846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6404687579101919846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6404687579101919846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth-risen.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen on Earth&quot;:  Risen Weather'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXMYgon3vrA/Tmuam3XNaKI/AAAAAAAAAqI/LuazxTStjaU/s72-c/172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7617846006454515249</id><published>2011-09-09T11:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T22:37:35.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Total Passivity of Skepticism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSvUWWmwfSM/TmouQn6O1GI/AAAAAAAAAqA/KXgxhl0_wsI/s1600/skeptic-cartoon.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSvUWWmwfSM/TmouQn6O1GI/AAAAAAAAAqA/KXgxhl0_wsI/s1600/skeptic-cartoon.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well-known physical medium, David Thompson, &lt;a href="http://www.victorzammit.com/articlesdavid/davidrebutsaskeptic.htm"&gt;recently responded&lt;/a&gt; to ignorant attacks on his professionalism by a "skeptic" who attended one of his amazing sittings. Who are these skeptics, anyway? Do they need any more attention? I happened to be reading "&lt;a href="http://www.bonanza.com/listings/Soul-Force-by-Paul-Olsen-HB-Excellent-book-/21366730"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soul Force&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" - written by a friend and colleague, Paul Olsen, a brilliant clinical psychologist, psychotherapist and published novelist who transitioned 10 years ago. Published in 1978, I'm not sure if it's still in print. But I found what he had to say about skeptics quite interesting and will share it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "... skepticism is one of the most prevalent and damaging counterforces to recognizing the power of the soul, a short-circuit &lt;i&gt;par excellence&lt;/i&gt; of inner energy. It prevents a living connection, and so it keeps us deadened, inert, checks our every movement.&lt;br /&gt;"The problem with skepticism is that it has become an accepted &lt;i&gt;position&lt;/i&gt;. It is even supposed to label a person 'smart.' &lt;i&gt;But skepticism is total passivity: you don't have to do, feel, or think anything at all to be a skeptic&lt;/i&gt;. All you have to do is say &lt;i&gt;No&lt;/i&gt;. You just have to be negative. It's an uncharged position, like a dead battery; it has no life to it. It's a wall trying to dam up a flow.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "The 'position' is accepted because it comes from the &lt;i&gt;misuse &lt;/i&gt;and &lt;i&gt;misunderstanding &lt;/i&gt;of the scientific viewpoint which for decades has had us by the throats. It's a show-me position that takes the place of imagination with as deadly an effect as a surgical brain transplant.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "But why should anyone &lt;i&gt;show &lt;/i&gt;me anything? Why should anyone have to &lt;i&gt;prove &lt;/i&gt;anything to me? &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Skepticism is a position of arrogance—and it is utterly devoid of imagination and creativity. No spontaneity at all. Yet how can such total passivity be so arrogant? Precisely because anything so passive, so inert, so without curiosity and a sense of wonder, finds itself cut off from its own energy—and so it lives in a world of being acted upon by forces outside itself, and in its helplessness it becomes arrogant. Helplessness—then it feels fear and becomes a dictator that persecutes anything new and different. In psychology this is called 'overcompensation.' But kids peg it in a different way: inside every bully is a coward. The skeptic hurts himself far more than he can ever hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Maybe at this point you might be asking: what about the 'healthy' skeptic? The person who isn't in the habit of buying the Brooklyn Bridge or getting set up by con men? The 'healthy' skeptic hangs loose. The healthy skeptic doesn't believe everything he hears—but what he does is &lt;i&gt;investigate&lt;/i&gt;. Not with the idea of disproving something, but with the idea of finding something that may enrich him. Implicit in the healthy skeptic is that he might find something, and so he sets off actively. He seeks experience. Openly. And so he is not really a skeptic at all. He just wants to do it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "The true skeptic will ... avoid exploration, the main reason being that someone has suggested it to him. He will call it all nonsense. But how can he know it is anything at all unless he tries? Obviously he won't try, so therefore he knows nothing. Or he will try only to defeat the purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "&lt;i&gt;It is important for the skeptic that nothing ever happens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "So we cay say, with pretty good assurance, that the skeptic keeps himself deliberately in ignorance, in his dark trap. This idea is crucial for almost all that follows. &lt;i&gt;Skepticism is a position of inert, self-willed ignorance&lt;/i&gt;. It is soulless.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "The 'healthy' skeptic, if you want to use that term, &lt;i&gt;will &lt;/i&gt;try—with the idea of experiencing something. And that is a position of self-willed &lt;i&gt;knowledge&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/blockquote&gt;We will also reiterate our own recent take on skeptics from August's &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Yellow%20Cloud_NYC_May_2011.pdf"&gt;report &lt;/a&gt;on a sitting he attended:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Just as our book was not written for skeptics, neither do these mediumistic sittings occur for them. Mediumship has recently arrived at a new level on its path, in that it is now abandoning any and all efforts towards educating skeptics. They had their chance, and now they're free to return to their own mentally-darkened basements. We bless them and will welcome them – when they’re finally ready to sit down and be still." &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7617846006454515249?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7617846006454515249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7617846006454515249' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7617846006454515249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7617846006454515249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/total-passivity-of-skepticism.html' title='The Total Passivity of Skepticism'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OSvUWWmwfSM/TmouQn6O1GI/AAAAAAAAAqA/KXgxhl0_wsI/s72-c/skeptic-cartoon.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4025526810601790593</id><published>2011-09-08T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T20:17:27.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen on Earth":  The Unnamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3-di2z7Zi8/Tmlazj-yvqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/UgiA8zG-4lE/s1600/522.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="317" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3-di2z7Zi8/Tmlazj-yvqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/UgiA8zG-4lE/s320/522.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and may be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth.&lt;/i&gt;)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Having lived much of my life on Earth sustained outside the collective unconscious, due directly to near-constant awareness of, and often, contact with Risen people, many of my perceptions of self and others were informed by that contact. They have been my guides, teachers, and companions, some who were once close or distant relatives, many who are not, and most of whom choose to remain unnamed. Such a choice is not all that odd, considering that the Risen view names much as we might view the weather or the seasons, the difference being that we impose non-changing labels on constantly changing states of environment—Monday and Tuesday, June and July, 1910 and 2010—whereas the Risen experience each moment of change as a &lt;i&gt;new &lt;/i&gt;moment, and therefore one that cannot have the same name. They perceive one another as such states of being, and as actual and real; alive, not symbolic.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4025526810601790593?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4025526810601790593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4025526810601790593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4025526810601790593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4025526810601790593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth-unnamed.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen on Earth&quot;:  The Unnamed'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3-di2z7Zi8/Tmlazj-yvqI/AAAAAAAAAp4/UgiA8zG-4lE/s72-c/522.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-1758941335767980026</id><published>2011-09-07T12:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-07T12:46:44.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen on Earth":  Race Consciousness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DaU9KjXm5c/TmbaBbg5TKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/sFcekeBpkKs/s1600/126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DaU9KjXm5c/TmbaBbg5TKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/sFcekeBpkKs/s1600/126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and may be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth.&lt;/i&gt;)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Terrestrial race consciousness is a conforming consensus that informs most of earthly shared reality. It is passed on down through the underconsciousness of humanity’s shared experiences. Few are consciously aware of even the existence of race consciousness. Try to imagine what consciousness would be like in a place such as a Risen geography where there is no longer an earthly race consciousness, but instead a non-earthly one. How would it manifest, how would it appear? All the former imbedded, unchallenged invisible beliefs about everything—from illness and aging to the ways light and water are supposed to behave—from instincts like maternal love and survival to so-called “higher ideals” about right and wrong, justice and fate—none of these would be in place anymore. One might wonder if the Risen state of being has its own form of race consciousness. And indeed, there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; a kind of “collective consciousness” – the vast difference between ours and theirs is that their collective is conscious, while ours is not—hence, the vast majority of those on Earth exist in a world built, sustained, and maintained by a collective &lt;i&gt;unconsciousness&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-1758941335767980026?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/1758941335767980026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=1758941335767980026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1758941335767980026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1758941335767980026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth-race.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen on Earth&quot;:  Race Consciousness'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8DaU9KjXm5c/TmbaBbg5TKI/AAAAAAAAAp0/sFcekeBpkKs/s72-c/126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7639656400442864906</id><published>2011-09-06T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:44:09.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen on Earth":  Awakened Sensitivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgTsXKViV7k/TmbYooVCjjI/AAAAAAAAApw/V5p02XAGkgs/s1600/113.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgTsXKViV7k/TmbYooVCjjI/AAAAAAAAApw/V5p02XAGkgs/s1600/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and may be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth&lt;/i&gt;.)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sensitivity is the key to first sense, and then be actively aware of the Risen. This awakened sensitivity is an actual state of spiritual awakeness without fear; this is the Principle of Affinity.&amp;nbsp; When we are linked to the Risen state in this way, we are more like them. When more like them, we are drawn closer to them. What would it be like to live fully and completely without fear? This is how the Risen live. &lt;/blockquote&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7639656400442864906?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7639656400442864906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7639656400442864906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7639656400442864906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7639656400442864906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth-awakened.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen on Earth&quot;:  Awakened Sensitivity'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OgTsXKViV7k/TmbYooVCjjI/AAAAAAAAApw/V5p02XAGkgs/s72-c/113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4697822393351254516</id><published>2011-09-05T11:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:44:38.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen on Earth" : This Is Not A Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOkDtfi_6WA/TmToelLzzaI/AAAAAAAAApg/3i8D2EbYIVU/s1600/jellyfish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOkDtfi_6WA/TmToelLzzaI/AAAAAAAAApg/3i8D2EbYIVU/s1600/jellyfish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and may be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth&lt;/i&gt;.)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Being awake means being able to always remember “I am awake” while knowing the difference between waking and sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Existence in a physical body is an extraordinary experience for a spirit, and yet it is simultaneously a confining one. Most of us live in a near-constant state of “terrestrial tension” brought on by the constriction of our spirit by the heavy materiality of the corporeal body. During waking hours, our spirit usually feels like a bird trapped in a cage, perhaps rattling the bars a bit, but then subsiding into a numbing acceptance that feels disorienting, dissociative, and depressing; less alive. Thus we spend our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Conscious awareness of the thrilling feeling of our spirit co-mingling with the body releases this tension. We begin to feel more alive, and more accepting of being alive. More accepting is feeling more gratitude, which feels better. It’s the sensation of joy flowing through our spiritual veins; this is the sensation of ecstasy. Instead of feeling like a grounded, languishing bird, the sensation is more of a balloon, at first, lightly tethered to the earth, floating a bit above the ground. Then the tether unties itself. The quantum lattice of physicality has been expanded by the now-conscious feeling of spirit in the body, and we feel not only larger, but lighter – not just less heavy, but more light-filled, because there is more room for more light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How to move out of this terrestrial tension? Tim once shared a “Zen Risen Saying” that underscores this concept well: “Do not adjust your screens. This is not a test.” With this attitude of awareness in place, this is how the Risen “move” – not in a forced manner, but more like the way a dandelion seed seemingly drifts without design through the air (although it actually does move according to Design,) or a jellyfish seemingly floats without purpose through the water. They go with the flow, but gently, not forced; intelligently aware, making choices — which we are as yet unable to perceive — as they go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4697822393351254516?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4697822393351254516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4697822393351254516' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4697822393351254516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4697822393351254516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth-this-is-not.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen on Earth&quot; : This Is Not A Test'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOkDtfi_6WA/TmToelLzzaI/AAAAAAAAApg/3i8D2EbYIVU/s72-c/jellyfish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4481474941193420203</id><published>2011-09-04T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:23:21.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen On Earth": Awakening</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUYX91ykgHU/TmQOfohAZnI/AAAAAAAAApc/ItOibQEp5rE/s1600/I+sleep.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUYX91ykgHU/TmQOfohAZnI/AAAAAAAAApc/ItOibQEp5rE/s320/I+sleep.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I Sleep Only to Dream of You" by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/longan_drink/"&gt;Longan Drink&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw  material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned  by August and Tim, and will be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth&lt;/i&gt;.) (© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Risen will only speak of that which they know. This accounts for the vast silences attributed to them.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Awakening is something each one must achieve on one’s own. Someone else may briefly wake you up in a spiritual way, but like the physical experience of waking up, you will most often want to go back to sleep—you won’t want to wake up. One most often must struggle to awaken, and to stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one first awakens into the Risen state, there are incredible feelings—of surprise, wonder, awe. The eyes are suddenly truly open. One is totally aware of the miracle of one’s Self. &lt;i&gt;This &lt;/i&gt;is the feeling one ought to be experiencing in terrestrial embodiment, but seldom does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the feeling of Awakening:&amp;nbsp; “Oh. My. God. I’m alive. I’m really here. Oh! My! God! I’m alive! I’m really here! Yippee!—and then—&lt;i&gt;thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this following exercise as deeply real as possible, in all details. Imagine you are dying, and the doctor says there is no prognosis, no hope. You’ve never believed in anything except the finality of death. You continued to go downhill. At the end, you fall asleep, but really, you die. Gone. Forever. You are no more. No consciousness. No awareness. Nothing. All gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But —then you wake up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you able to at least begin to feel the awe, wonder, and surprise—even the disbelief—at being really here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Risen feel this all the time. And so can we, while still on the earth.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4481474941193420203?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4481474941193420203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4481474941193420203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4481474941193420203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4481474941193420203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth-awakening.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen On Earth&quot;: Awakening'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yUYX91ykgHU/TmQOfohAZnI/AAAAAAAAApc/ItOibQEp5rE/s72-c/I+sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8231496144151337156</id><published>2011-09-03T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T22:24:02.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Progress: "Risen On Earth": Perfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-aOUMmfEZU/TmTrmYYhsHI/AAAAAAAAApk/wutMrM8oJ20/s1600/bwshell.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-aOUMmfEZU/TmTrmYYhsHI/AAAAAAAAApk/wutMrM8oJ20/s1600/bwshell.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The following is part of an on-going series of entries from the raw material that is being transmitted by the Risen Assembly, and discerned by August and Tim, and will be finding its way into their next book, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth&lt;/i&gt;.)(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I have asked the Risen, at different times and in different ways, "As it has sometimes been advised to us on earth, are you also advised to be perfect in all ways; do you strive for it, and are you successful?" They have answered in as many different ways, which could be summed thusly:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;"It could be said that in our new geography, we are more aware of what perfection is and is not. Our achieved awareness is that there &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; no 'is not' and so perfection &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;. There is only One, which is us, you, everyone at once together. So we do not strive, but rather, in our thinking move toward or away from the awareness of the &lt;/i&gt;'is of perfection.'&lt;i&gt; Whether on earth, or where we are, each individuated part of the whole -- that is, each individual -- is able to freely choose to move in different, individuated ways, with more or less ease, the movement of which is completely dependent on one's use of Mind. That is, on creating thoughts to manifest what &lt;/i&gt;is&lt;i&gt;. And since '&lt;/i&gt;what is&lt;i&gt;' is all there is, there is only perfection. Any seeming lack of perfection is the result of some kind of inaccuracy -- intentional or not --&amp;nbsp; in the use of Mind. When one reaches a certain level of awareness, of being awake, the use of thought can no longer be unintentional. If one is still thinking in terms of imperfection, it is due to certain veils being worn that blind and deafen the senses of what is."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8231496144151337156?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8231496144151337156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8231496144151337156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8231496144151337156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8231496144151337156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/in-progress-risen-on-earth.html' title='In Progress: &quot;Risen On Earth&quot;: Perfection'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k-aOUMmfEZU/TmTrmYYhsHI/AAAAAAAAApk/wutMrM8oJ20/s72-c/bwshell.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3736045317575172355</id><published>2011-09-02T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:59:02.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coast to Coast</title><content type='html'>Quite recently, simultaneously, and, synchronistically, several emails arrived from readers and non-readers of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; letting us know they recently heard August on the Coast To Coast show, which was &lt;a href="http://www.coasttocoastam.com/show/2010/09/02"&gt;broadcast &lt;/a&gt;a year ago today on September 3rd (has it really been a year?). Each person got something very different, but very uplifting, from what they heard, and we are most thankful for their sharing this with us, and especially for their letting us know they are going to ask the folks at C2C to ask August back again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader suggests that one can &lt;a href="mailto:CoastProducer@aol.com"&gt;email the producer&lt;/a&gt; and also &lt;a href="mailto:george@coasttocoastam.com"&gt;email George Noory&lt;/a&gt; to request a repeat guest appearance by August Goforth.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3736045317575172355?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3736045317575172355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3736045317575172355' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3736045317575172355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3736045317575172355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/09/coast-to-coast.html' title='Coast to Coast'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-1198501965870194159</id><published>2011-08-27T14:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T23:32:57.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Risen On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZGQzfKazPk/Tlko8D91RwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tDNhsy64Wn0/s1600/Cocoon_by_mynameishalo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZGQzfKazPk/Tlko8D91RwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tDNhsy64Wn0/s320/Cocoon_by_mynameishalo.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cocoon &lt;/i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://mynameishalo.deviantart.com/"&gt;mynameishalo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“When the most certain thing I know is the reality of my non-material self as a unique, distinct, structure spiritual entity, then there is every reason to believe it to be so. And when I have the impression of myself as an autonomous being ‘free to choose,’ then that is how it is, regardless of whether the ability of my non-material, freely chosen thoughts to influence my actions contradicts the laws of science.”&lt;br /&gt;~ James Fanu, &lt;i&gt;Why Us? How Science Rediscovered the Mystery of Ourselves&lt;/i&gt;, p. 208&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"The Risen have a continuous sense of presence—presence of Self, and of Self-Creator Source."&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth&lt;/i&gt; (in press; © Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the publication of &lt;i&gt;The Risen,&lt;/i&gt; it has been asked by some, "are there more books to come?" – James Fanu among them. The hesitation to answer in the affirmative comes from an admitted reluctance on August's part, mainly due to the exhaustion mixed with relief still in play since &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; was begun nearly 10 years ago. Almost daily, and for nearly eight years, he surrendered to an intense process of immersion into the Risen realms followed by resurfacing back into the terrestrial; although perhaps "submersion" would be a better choice of words, as the effect was often like that of a witch being ducked into a pond to see if he would float or sink. August sank and floated, on a near-constant basis. Perhaps John Sloan, the Risen gatekeeper of the &lt;a href="http://montcabirol.com/"&gt;Yellow Cloud Circle of Eternal Illumination&lt;/a&gt; summed it best when he shared at a recent sitting, "You have penned some wonderful literature and are a very fine writer – it is difficult to find a single word to describe your abilities, but it would be something meaning 'one who has been far out and beyond and back again.' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long, &lt;i&gt;long &lt;/i&gt;journey for August. However, it appears the answer to the original question is a restrained "yes" and that it will be entitled, &lt;i&gt;Risen On Earth&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the new book ever actually appear? &lt;i&gt;We &lt;/i&gt;don't know. The Risen have suggested ("suggested" being &lt;i&gt;our&lt;/i&gt; hesitant word, not Theirs) that it would be helpful to channel the necessary energy for this next project by gradually exposing some of its information to the surface of our earthly dimension to help it acclimate and adjust to the lower levels of light, thus intermixing in ways that will allow it to acquire the necessary gravity needed to hold it still long enough to grasp and perhaps even understand, however slightly. Indeed, this was very much part of the process of the unfolding of the book, &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, which lived in these same bloggy pages for some years, as &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/The%20Authorship.html"&gt;The Risen Assembly&lt;/a&gt; strove to manifest it in material form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the celestial blogball rolling, let's see what some of the new material looks like so far, but starting with some of the old from &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;“There is a kind of manual, our own 'self-help book,' that resides within Authentic Self—the Risen will be guiding the reader to find it. To begin the process of recognition, the subject will be approached slowly and incrementally, and repeated in different ways to carefully impress the awakening mind of the slumbering Authentic Self. The ego-mind is an obsessively opinionated, decision-making psychological component of the earthly mind-body. &lt;i&gt;All thought&lt;/i&gt; arises from its mentality, generated to manifest physical forms and experiences on the material plane. Simultaneously, it outwardly projects judgments about our mind-body’s perceptions and its environment onto the surface of our inner space, and onto the bodies and environments of others. This projection is the simulate self. When the feeling of Authentic Self has awakened, all thoughts can be observed, accepted, shelved, or dissolved from a consciously aware stance. But until then, the ego-mind is in complete control of any rising thoughts.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;And now, from the new material, which continues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;This &lt;/i&gt;book is to begin the process of transforming these rising thoughts to &lt;i&gt;Rising &lt;/i&gt;thoughts, yet another form of transition, but while one is still emobodied upon the earth."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Living a Life Immortal&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"&lt;i&gt;One’s Universe is continuously reflecting one’s existence back to one’s self&lt;/i&gt;. This reflection is one’s higher Self of Authenticity, and a direct yet private connection to one’s Universe, and to Creator Source. The more one is consciously, wakefully aware of being this Higher Self, the more simultaneously awakened one is to Self-Existence and to Creator Source—and, ever more increasingly, and deeply—to Creator’s Source awareness of you, this Awakened One. This interchanging, this intermingling of reflections is Love, and is not only the meaning of Life, but the only meaning, which finally erases any possible sentiment of meaninglessness or unworthiness – as well as of height, distance, or any other qualitative labels – while ceaselessly validating the inalterable, total esteem with which Creator Source holds before It: each individual reflection of Itself – that is, &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt;. When an awakened Authentic Self is able to rest in awe at the realization of this Most Intimate Divine Relationship, one’s own seat of immortality has become enthroned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The alleged 'fall from Heaven' of rebellious angels, recorded in ancient texts, is actually a fabrication of the ego-mind. &lt;i&gt;We &lt;/i&gt;are Angels—there are not two separate species. Granted, we are 'fledglings in the acorn' and have a long process in our angelic development, but that is why we have immortality. The separation drama of&amp;nbsp; 'good' from 'bad' angels are dualism myths, built from lies of the ego-mind, which sought and seeks to keep Authentic Self under its control. This lie flourished by lowering the awareness of Divine Human Authentic Self by improvising a pretend hierarchy, placing humanity at the bottom, and the simulated, inconceivable and unreachable 'angels' at the top—favored and usually delusional beings who are always 'closest to God.'&amp;nbsp; Typical of the ego-mind’s approach, fear is used to keep humanity in its place. As noted in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, a myth is based upon certain realities that were misplaced from the present consciousness of the embodied collective of humanity. The ego-mind fostered this myth by capitalizing on certain psychological attributes of humanity, making it believable by assigning to the angels human-like 'lower' attributes, such as fear and jealousy, in order to explain their so-called 'fall'—while angels are, nevertheless, supposedly perfect beings. This paradox of lies appears true due to our aeons-long tendencies to follow beliefs rather than knowledge. The unaccounted accumulated aeons of lies is also known as "race consciousness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So, who are these powerful, light-filled beings who so often appear to humanity in the service of Creator Source? These angels are none other than 'Beings and Becomings'—or people like us—who have been evolving and transmuting for unfathomable aeons, just as we will.&lt;br /&gt;When the veil of immortality has been rent from one’s spiritual eyes, responsibility of thought becomes apparent and imperative upon reaching a certain level of awakened consciousness; thought's direct effects on our lives, terrestrial and Risen, becomes clear."&lt;/blockquote&gt;© Tempestina Teapot Books 2011)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-1198501965870194159?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/1198501965870194159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=1198501965870194159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1198501965870194159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1198501965870194159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/08/risen-on-earth.html' title='Risen On Earth'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eZGQzfKazPk/Tlko8D91RwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/tDNhsy64Wn0/s72-c/Cocoon_by_mynameishalo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4540786084814826280</id><published>2011-08-19T12:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:18:24.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: Cristes Mæsse</title><content type='html'>[First posted 12/24/10 - a reader recently wrote about finding it "evocative" . . . the summer, as least in this part of the world, is past its zenith, and before we know it, we will be crossing the threshold of a new year. Perhaps this previous post can continue to offer some reflection of who and where we are, in this moment.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TRTXd1nd0_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3KtAN4BU-UI/s1600/pines.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TRTXd1nd0_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3KtAN4BU-UI/s320/pines.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the tips of the pines&lt;br /&gt;Touch the twinkling stars&lt;br /&gt;On the cold, crisp nights of December,&lt;br /&gt;May your blessings be more&lt;br /&gt;Than you've ever hoped for,&lt;br /&gt;And your Christmas a warmth to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;i&gt;a poem on a card sent by Aunt Doris&lt;/i&gt; ~&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For some reason, as I began cooking this morning of Christmas Day Eve, I was impressed to put on a CD of Mozart's &lt;i&gt;Requiem Mass in D Minor&lt;/i&gt; – a strange kind of music for Noël . . . nonetheless, it affects me deeply, evoking complex emotions, all tinged with sadness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  turnips are peeled and roasting – my contribution towards tomorrow's  cozy gathering of friends, coming together to celebrate many things –  consciously aware living, loving, and sobriety. Together, we manifest  and share a "field of gratitude" that spontaneously arises from our  gathering together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;,  we explore the idea of "fields" – realities that interpenetrate our  material one, and which we often can sense emotionally, psychologically,  spiritually and even physically. This idea is practically no longer  abstract, but is quickly becoming a realized fact by primarily quantum  scientists, many inspired by theoretical biologist Rupert Sheldrake's  understanding that there is no "inside" or "outside" to one's mind. It  is further noted in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Sheldrake  suggests that memory is not stored in the brain, which is a kind of  tuning system, rather than a device for storing memories. Our brain  resonates within a morphic or morphogenic field. This resonance is a  form-shaping field, an invisible organization structure wherein all  experiential information is recorded and stored.&lt;br /&gt;"Morphogenic  fields are patterns that structure our reality. Older, primal societies  have been well aware that the forms of our experiences are shaped by  something greater than us, and of which we are simultaneously a part.  Modern, 'civilized' societies have contracted the mind into the idea  that the mind exists only within the confines of our physical skulls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sheldrake  would likely agree with the idea of the spirit of a holiday—that it’s a  morphic field containing the memories and rituals associated with that  holiday. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Viewed from this perspective, the spirit within a human  being resonates from within the larger spiritual morphogenic field. From  their perspective, the Risen suggest that the so-called boundaries of  any field are arbitrary and subject to one’s perceptual awareness,  meaning that the fields are infinite in space and time. Thus, Risen  fields interpenetrate non-Risen fields, which also interpenetrate." (pp.  137-138)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In  21st century terms, this is "non-locality". Non-locality is one of  several important principles of quantum physics, and has given rise to  the concept of nonlocal space, explained by Pim van Lommel, MD as “ … a  multidimensional space, with nothing but possibilities … and without  certainties, without matter, and without a role for time and distance …  (and) represents a hidden reality that, at the quantum level, exerts a  continuous influence on our physical world, which is the complement of  nonlocal space."&amp;nbsp; While interpenetrating the local consciousness of the  physical brain, non-local consciousness expands unbounded beyond it, and  is believed by many to support perceptual reality. This concept  underlies theories about after-life survival, remote viewing, and other  out-of-body experiences. (From his book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Consciousness-Beyond-Life-Near-Death-Experience/dp/0061777250/ref=sr_1_12/188-3742207-2231426?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1282816686&amp;amp;sr=8-12?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=discinnepeac-20"&gt;Consciousness Beyond Life: The Science of the Near-Death Experience&lt;/a&gt;, pp. 227-28) [&lt;i&gt;Highly recommended&lt;/i&gt;.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mozart  claimed that he heard the music in his head and that all he had to do  was transcribe it; he did this in near-perfect notation in a very brief  window of time. Van Lommel suggests that such creativity, inspiration,  and sudden scientific insight might be explained by unconscious, or even  conscious contact with non-local consciousness. His book explores in  great detail how near-death experiences bring the person into contact  with other fields of consciousness – other worlds – in this way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's  clear to me that I'm experiencing "fields within fields" – or worlds  within worlds, as the Risen say. Obviously I'm not in the land of sleigh  bells and candy canes, but somewhere in the Deep. I wonder what is is  that&amp;nbsp; I'm accessing in the field of Mozart's &lt;i&gt;Requiem&lt;/i&gt;. As I ponder  more I begin to realize that there is sadness is the memory of the  story of a little baby who will grow up, and as a young man,&amp;nbsp; "die" a  seemingly tragic, lonely death, abandoned by the world he loved so much;  I think of his mother as well. Mozart was dying as he struggled to  finish this piece, and transitioned before it could be completed. He  captured these complex ego-mind feelings of&amp;nbsp; the direct experience of  his own transition, along with the "tragedy and loss" that are believed  to be inseparable by death. Surrounding &lt;i&gt;Requiem &lt;/i&gt;is much  controversy and confusion, unanswered questions and myth. While the  story of the man who was also a Christ clearly embodies the almost  inconceivable news that there is no death, only more life, much myth and  confusion surround the drama as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Many  fields of spirituality and religion converge around this time of the  year, a few according to the light reaching the earth from the sun, and  others because someone once did or said something that continues to  resonate with millions of still earth-bound souls. One funny question  that I get asked often is about my "religion": "Are you Christian?  Jewish? Buddhist? Pagan? Democrat? Vegetarian?"&amp;nbsp; My answer has always  been the same: "I don't remember." There is the potential for magic and  miracles of wonder in them all. Krishnamurti once said,&amp;nbsp; "Religion is  the frozen thought of man out of which they build temples." He also  said, "I maintain that Truth is a pathless land, and you cannot approach  it by any path whatsoever, by any religion, by any sect."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Requiem's saddening minor chords of the last movement of the sequence, the &lt;i&gt;Lacrimosa&lt;/i&gt;,  breaks off after only eight bars, unfinished. One can only wonder if  Mozart was simultaneously having near-death experiences as he struggled  to complete his mission. He transitioned on December 5, 1791. Perhaps  I'm accessing something of his world, his field, his non-locality while  listening to his final offering to our terrestrial world. The lovely  little Christmas card from my Aunt Doris also brings me in contact with  some kind of field. Now in her upper-eighties, she is one of the few  remaining, older relatives still on the earth (once there were so very  many!) There is, at first, sadness with this thought, but if I stay with  the sadness, while letting the ego-mental thinking fade away, I'm  brought to an awakened awareness of Authentic Self, and then through  some sort of door, an entryway into a deeper aspect of another reality,  and more light begins to shine through what I first perceived as shadow.  This is the door to the Risen lands, and not only light, but laughter  and joy beam forth from it, and suddenly I begin to understand the  meaning of &lt;i&gt;Cristes mæsse&lt;/i&gt;, which means literally, "the anointed  one's mission." We all have this mission, as anointed with spirit by  Creator Source, to find the door to Home, for "blessings more than we  ever hoped for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim made his transition on a Christmas Eve, falling deeply asleep here and slowly awakening &lt;i&gt;there&lt;/i&gt;.  Although my mental grief about it has been worked through over the  years, and it seems nothing more than the dream it was, my body still  remembers in its own way, and accesses biological fields that are  inherently part of a terrestrial existence. So a little sadness is there  too, wistfulness, really, which also becomes a door to where Tim  actually is now, the present, which is all we every really have. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4540786084814826280?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4540786084814826280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4540786084814826280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4540786084814826280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4540786084814826280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/08/from-archives-cristes-msse.html' title='From The Archives: Cristes Mæsse'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TRTXd1nd0_I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/3KtAN4BU-UI/s72-c/pines.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3208852357700481514</id><published>2011-08-08T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:50:22.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Article: Native Americans as Spirit Gatekeepers</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TapFS_pMNU/TkAhUTDc7LI/AAAAAAAAApM/B1LW8S6gN04/s1600/Eagle+Feather+Large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TapFS_pMNU/TkAhUTDc7LI/AAAAAAAAApM/B1LW8S6gN04/s320/Eagle+Feather+Large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chief Eagle Feather - &lt;a href="http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-precipitated-art.html"&gt;Spirit Precipitated Art&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An &lt;a href="http://whitecrowbooks.com/michaeltymn/entry/why_red_indians_so_often_control_mediums/"&gt;excellent article&lt;/a&gt; at Michael Tymn's blog at White Crow Books.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3208852357700481514?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3208852357700481514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3208852357700481514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3208852357700481514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3208852357700481514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/08/article-native-americans-as-spirit.html' title='Article: Native Americans as Spirit Gatekeepers'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8TapFS_pMNU/TkAhUTDc7LI/AAAAAAAAApM/B1LW8S6gN04/s72-c/Eagle+Feather+Large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8146822077723795564</id><published>2011-07-27T11:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T11:09:47.164-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Standards in Mediumship and Psychical Investigation</title><content type='html'>The &lt;a href="http://www.assmpi.org/index.php"&gt;American Society for Standards in Mediumship and Psychical Investigation&lt;/a&gt; (ASSMPI) has been formed from a direction given from spirit in order to combat the low standards that exist in the fields of Mediumship and spiritual understanding, and to ensure that good practices far exceed those fraudulent psychics and mediums. The society also exists to support the safe and correct development of mediumship and is a non profit organization, which supports good causes by running fund raising events.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8146822077723795564?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8146822077723795564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8146822077723795564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8146822077723795564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8146822077723795564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/07/standards-in-mediumship-and-psychical.html' title='Standards in Mediumship and Psychical Investigation'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-6294803689976013305</id><published>2011-07-22T13:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:37:53.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: Calling All Ecto-exo-plasmaniacs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/fractal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/fractal.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  [First Posted 1/13/06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m very private about my extensive musical history—which is vast and shall  remain a mystery—but am being impressed by Spirit today to share one of  my fave music artists: &lt;a href="http://www.stuart-mitchell.com/"&gt;Stoogy&lt;/a&gt;  (Scottish composer Stuart Mitchell) —his work was greatly instrumental (so to speak) in  helping me maintain vibrational consistency when working with the spirit  team on The Risen, probably because he has been able to extract, with  reasonable success, qualities and tones that might be found in certain  Risen geographies. His piece, “Nibiru – The Tenth Planet” is astounding  and gives me astral goosebumps. I love the description used for his kind  of work - ambient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Note: 7/22/11 - After &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; was published, Stuart graciously let me use his achingly beautiful piece, "Our Survival" from Temple of Time as background for a Youtube &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-N4KvzIiI6Q"&gt;presentation &lt;/a&gt;of our book.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke this morning “gonging” — my  term for when my physical body is being stimulated by the astral-etheric  ones to go into a deep state of stasis so they can become dominant,  i.e., “trance”—and the physically inner sounds of deep tolling bells is  often a signal that some kind of physical spirit phenomena is rising.  Where I'm concerned, this could mean anything from a telephone call from  Tim or other smarty party animals, to astral dislocation, or to apports  and astral and/or physical materializations. It’s very hard to resist,  although I’ve learned how to deal with it. Water helps, either taking a  long shower and/or drinking a lot of H20 as well. Why would I want to  resist this? It's uncomfortable for one main thing. It's also usually  inconvenient. If it wakes me up in the middle of the night (as if often  does) I can at least stay in bed. But not when I have to get on the  subway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my astral-etheric bodies first began  activating as a teenager, I often just fell over in a deep sleep-like  trance in the middle of the day. Sometimes even during a family meal or  while sitting and talking with someone. My family assumed I was on  drugs. &lt;a href="http://www.celticshamanism.com/"&gt;Geo Trevarthen&lt;/a&gt; once  shared how the same thing happened to her as pubescence began emerging,  with almost psychotic-like symptoms. Fortunately for her, her family  had been consciously aware of and practicing their Celtic-Scots Shaman  lineage for a very long time, so instead of trying to give her meds and  lock her up, they helped her work to adapt and grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manhattan  and Long Island, at one time, notably in the early 1900’s until the  late 30’s, were intense centers of mediumship activities; like the  British Isles, Iceland, and other notable power points for spirit  contact, these land masses are criss-crossed with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ley_line"&gt;ley lines&lt;/a&gt;  as well as surrounded by water and tend to have dewy climates, i.e.,  lots of fog and mist. These are ideal conditions for the kind of contact  typified by trance and séances, and especially supportive for  ectoplasmic physical phenomena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Britain is dotted  with a goodly number of spiritualist churches, although nothing like  their heyday—still, a lot more than what's in and around New York City.  Although this has been changing in the last 10 years, especially Long  Island, (&lt;a href="http://www.georgeanderson.com/"&gt;George Anderson&lt;/a&gt;)  which still has large tracts of trees that hold and express the water  and connect and conduct ley line energies. I live in a very special  section of Manhattan where the only remaining primitive timber still  exists—almost 200 acres—which even few NYCers know about. Three major  ley lines intersect beneath this beautiful forest, held sacred by Native  American tribes who once gathered there at certain times of the year.  They didn't live there, however, in order to preserve the neutrality  needed for trading and discussion. The Risen orchestrated my being in  this area for my mediumistic health and of course, for their agendas.  Some of George’s life mirrors my own, especially growing up, and  although he may not talk much, if at all, about what it feels like to be  a medium, I've heard through my own grapevine that he’s not been immune  to the physical and psychological depressive affects of mediumship, as  well as the excessive energy demands on the body. He's not a big guy,  but has to eat like a horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ectoplasm"&gt;ectoplasmic&lt;/a&gt;,  or “energetic” mediumship, was also quite prominent many years ago in  the afore-mentioned areas, and then vanished, for the most part—possibly  because of all the chemicals that found their way into our air, food  and water. But it’s also coming back, possibly because of global  attempts to reduce pollutants, but also because perhaps humans are  adapting, like certain bacteria that adapt and become resistant to  antibiotics—which Tim Leary believed was the kind of thing our &lt;a href="http://deoxy.org/"&gt;DNA &lt;/a&gt;dealt with, including accommodating things like &lt;a href="http://www.johnnycarson.com/carson/"&gt;Johnny Carson’s Tonight Show&lt;/a&gt;. (See Leary’s &lt;a href="http://www.futurehi.net/docs/Exopsychology.html"&gt;Exo-Psychology&lt;/a&gt; which contains interesting ideas—especially about the fixed reality spaces of “the Woodstock generation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another  time I'll share about the &lt;a href="http://www.zerdinphenomenal.co.uk/"&gt;Zerdin Fellowship&lt;/a&gt;, to which I belong, and  which used to be the Noah's Ark Society, both characterized by a focus  on physical mediumship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Leary, as noted in an earlier  post, is in Diakka land, and is currently looking for a channeler to  work with on his own continued research with exo-substances, and now,  what he’s calling “exo-conditions” or maybe even “exo-psycho-weather,”  if I’m discerning and interpreting his interesting dance movements  correctly (he’s Diakka, they’re slightly but vibrantly mad). As  discussed in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, scientists on "sub"-Risen levels,  including the Diakka geographies, are able to manufacture their own  version of perceived Risen plant life. T.L. is having a very good  time!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-6294803689976013305?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/6294803689976013305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=6294803689976013305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6294803689976013305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6294803689976013305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-archives-calling-all-ecto-exo.html' title='From the Archives: Calling All Ecto-exo-plasmaniacs'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-9104516154511988886</id><published>2011-07-19T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:34:46.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Issue of Paranthropology</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Here's the &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/namkaf0chc08vnzuqglj"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; to the July 2011 issue of Paranthropology: Journal of Anthropological Approaches to the&amp;nbsp; Paranormal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might also be interested to know that the journal now has a new website at www.paranthropology.co.uk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially significant is the article "A Matter of Spirit: An Imaginal Perspective on the Paranormal " by Angela Voss, which mentions and validates much of the Risen material regarding the reality and use of the imagination to facilitate spirit contact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Submissions are now open for the October 2011 issue, see the website for details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a couple of weeks this issue will also be available to buy as a physical hard-copy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-9104516154511988886?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/9104516154511988886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=9104516154511988886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/9104516154511988886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/9104516154511988886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-issue-of-paranthropology.html' title='New Issue of Paranthropology'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3409346218716133164</id><published>2011-07-18T12:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:30:56.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: "Screek"</title><content type='html'>[First Posted 17 July 2010]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We just received a complimentary copy of the journal to &lt;a href="http://www.nsac.org/"&gt;The National Spiritualist Summit&lt;/a&gt; (TNS)   -- thanks to the Editor, Laura Lee Perkins -- in which Michael Tymn's review of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Risen&lt;/span&gt; is featured in the section, "Reading Matters." For those who haven't read it, his review can also be found at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Risen-Dialogues-Afterlife-Contemplative-Mediumship/dp/0578031310"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt;.   A well-known and highly respected journalist on all things psychic and  the afterlife, Michael's featured an interview with August as part of  the "opening ceremonies" of his new &lt;a href="http://whitecrowbooks.com/michaeltymn/month"&gt;blog &lt;/a&gt;at &lt;a href="http://whitecrowbooks.com/"&gt;White Crow Books&lt;/a&gt; (4/30/10). Mike is also the author of the recently published book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Articulate-Dead-Michael-E-Tymn/dp/193194248X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1279372310&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Articulate Dead&lt;/a&gt; and most recently, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Afterlife-Revealed-Michael-Tymn/dp/1907661905/ref=sr_1_3?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1311007345&amp;amp;sr=8-3"&gt;The Afterlife Revealed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  TNS Journal, which is published out of Arizona, is quite thick and full  of interesting writing, including historical information and  reproductions of past mediumship endeavors and current articles on  spiritual healing. Especially fascinating was a feature story on a  device called The Ovilus 1, a hand-held device which is said to be able  to detect speech and phonetic speech from the immediate environment,  i.e., &lt;b&gt;digital dowsing&lt;/b&gt;! A look at the inventors' &lt;a href="http://www.digitaldowsing.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; revealed that a newer version — the &lt;a href="http://www.digitaldowsing.com/products/"&gt;PX 1/2 Ovilus 1/2 Puck ALL ITC&lt;/a&gt;  — has already rendered the Ovilus obsolete, suggesting significant  progress in the technology.  "What does it do?" you ask.  According to  TNS, it works "by measuring changes in the environmental energy fields  around it. It modulates the energy changes into audible speech using a  synthesizer chip, an extensive dictionary of English words, and a  function that sounds out words."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For  example, visiting a place called the Caledonia Wine Cottage, the device  said, "Caledonia shot stomach." The site had once been used as a Civil  War hospital and quarantine area.  Located in Pennsylvania, the &lt;a href="http://www.carrollscorner.net/caledoniawinecottage.htm"&gt;building &lt;/a&gt;is  on the National Register of Historic Places.  It is said to have been  built by Jacob Fisher in 1824 as a stage stop and inn and that  originally the house had 12 rooms and a dirt floor basement with  separate quarters in the back for slaves. It would have been standing  when thousands of Indians with the Trail of Tears  passed through  Caledonia in 1837/1838.  It also has a documented history of &lt;a href="http://www.dailyjournalonline.com/news/local/article_b213b781-b82f-555f-9ede-d2e0951b03c5.html"&gt;haunting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One  reviewer cautioned that because the device can generate "unexpected and  sometimes disturbing speech of text" it should not be used "around or  by children, anyone suffering from mental illness or emotional trauma,  or those easily offended." Definitely a must-bring for your next church  administration meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the spirit-communication geek, or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;screek&lt;/span&gt;,  there are instructions for building your very own "&lt;a href="http://www.digitaldowsing.com/on-the-bench/"&gt;ghost box radio&lt;/a&gt;"  prefaced with the caution, "If you don’t own a soldering iron this is  definitely not for you!" This is Part 1 of a 3-Part Series for the  device's construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is also something there called &lt;a href="http://www.digitaldowsing.com/crossovertalk/"&gt;The Crossovertalk ITC&lt;/a&gt;,  and "now it's back online" -- to use "just skype crossovertalk." We  have no idea what this is, so if anyone tries it out, please let us know  what you find out so we can share it with everyone else — we're too &lt;a href="http://www.ecorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/chicken_baby_large.jpg"&gt;chicken&lt;/a&gt; to attempt it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The idea of paranormal dowsing is also prominently featured in the book, "&lt;a href="http://www.cropcirclesecrets.org/crop_circle_secrets.html"&gt;Secrets in The Fields: The Science and Mysticism of Crop Circles&lt;/a&gt;"  by Freddy Silva. This is a fantastic book with a great deal of research  and empirical evidence crossing what seems to be every branch of  science. Although a great deal of dowsing goes on, the actual dowsing  techniques aren't discussed (as far as we can see) other than  indications of the use of traditional rods. We wonder how the Ovilus  Puck would do and what it would say, especially since crop circles  apparently emit all kinds of electromagnetic energy, sound and light,  and even time distortion effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You're...standing...on...my...foot...&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHK5Jb9myI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YA0KAAWK3oI/s1600/circles.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It isn't until the final chapter of this book that the seminal work of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Webster_Leadbeater"&gt;C.W. Leadbeater&lt;/a&gt; is briefly mentioned in one short paragraph. At the turn of the 20th century, Leadbeater and &lt;a href="http://www.squidoo.com/besant"&gt;Annie Besant&lt;/a&gt;  had clairvoyantly explored and described their discernment of  sub-atomic particles. The results, which were presented in highly  detailed, ultra-precise renderings, were published in the mind-bending  book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Occult-Chemistry-Investigations-Clairvoyant-Magnification/dp/1564596788"&gt;Occult Chemistry: Inv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Occult-Chemistry-Investigations-Clairvoyant-Magnification/dp/1564596788"&gt;estigations by Clairvoyant Magnification into the Structure of the Atoms of the Periodic Table and Some Compounds&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Occult Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;  proposes that the structure of chemical elements can be assessed  through clairvoyant observation with the microscopic vision of the third  eye. Leadbeater would go into a deep meditative trance and examine  samples of elements of the then-known Periodic Table. He was quite  literally able to count atomic and sub-atomic particles, a testament to  his outstanding abilities; he was also quite exhausted after a session.   Many of these elements were rare and difficult to obtain, yet  Leadbeater and Besant were able to get them with the assistance of&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/William_Crookes"&gt; Sir William Crookes&lt;/a&gt;  (1832 –1919) of The Theosophical Society. (Crookes was a prominent,  highly-respected theoretical physicist and inventor of the prototype of  the TV tube and fluorescent lighting; he was also an important member of  the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Society_for_Psychical_Research"&gt;Society for Psychical Research&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Observations  were carried out between 1895 and 1933. The work consists both of  "coordinated and illustrated descriptions of presumed etheric  counterparts of the atoms of the then known chemical elements, and of  other expositions of occult physics."  First published in 1908, and up  until recently,  very difficult to find, it's now in reprint, and also  can be &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/catalog/world/readfile?fk_files=186443&amp;amp;pageno=1"&gt;read online&lt;/a&gt; courtesy of Project Gutenberg.  &lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/16058/16058-h/16058-h.htm"&gt;Here is a good instant download&lt;/a&gt;, complete with the renderings, so you can take a look at it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We  mention this book because of the diagrams of the various atomic  elements in it, which August had noticed -- quite a few years ago --  were startlingly, and sometimes exactly, like crop circles. He even  brought it to the attention of a then well-known crop circle researcher,  who, to put it lightly, blew him off, citing some odd reason about not  wanting to obtain and look at the Besant's renderings because of  "copyright issues." It seemed clear that there was a lot of political  in-fighting amongst the crop-circle community and battles over what some  considered proprietary material.  Ah, how the ego-mind loves battles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freddy  Silva and others since have produced obvious evidence that shows the  crop circles reference atomic elements, their vibrations, and quantum  physics, but it's still baffling as to why Leadbeater and Besant's  clairvoyant techniques are not held up as a primary ways and means  towards further deciphering the mystery of crop circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To just briefly illustrate our point, we draw your attention to one of the many hundreds of plate illustrations found in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Occult Chemistry&lt;/span&gt; — in this particular case, the clairvoyantly discerned rendering of the rare element, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yttrium  &lt;/span&gt;—  atomic number 39.  It is a silvery-metallic transition metal chemically  similar to the lanthanoids and has historically been classified as a  rare earth element.  Yttrium is almost always found combined with the  lanthanoids in rare earth minerals and is never found in nature as a  free element. (We like it because it's coincidentally known as a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transition_metal"&gt;"transition" element&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that Leadbeater advises, "We put on record these facts, without trying to draw any conclusions from them. Some day, we—or others—may find out their significance, and trace through them obscure relations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHACYv6_TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DBmtArNzovg/s1600/indium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494884167604436274" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHACYv6_TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DBmtArNzovg/s400/indium.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 248px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The text accompanying it is very technical and not unlike the same seen in the analysis approaches of Freddy Silva and others:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Here  we have a quite new arrangement of bodies within the funnel—the funnel  being of one type only. Two "cigars" whirl on their own axes in the  centre near the top, while four eight-atomed globes (see 4 e) chase each  other in a circle round them, spinning madly on their own axes—this  axial spinning seems constant in all contained bodies—all the time.  Lower down in the funnel, a similar arrangement is seen, with a globe  (see 4 d)—a nitrogen element—replacing t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;he "cigars," and six-atomed ovoids replacing the globes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  "nitrogen balloon" occupies the third place in the funnel, now showing  its usual shape in combination, while the b globe (see 4 b) of scandium  takes on a lengthened form below it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central globe presents  us with two tetrahedra, recalling one of the combinations in gold (see  Plate VII d), and differing from that only by the substitution of two  quartets for the two triplets in gold.&lt;br /&gt;One funnel of yttrium contains  exactly the same number of atoms as is contained in a gaseous atom of  nitrogen. Further, a, b, and d are all nitrogen elements. We put on  record these facts, without trying to draw any conclusions from them.  Some day, we—or others—may find out their significance, and trace  through them obscure relations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YTTRIUM: 6 funnels of 261 atoms      1566&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;     Central globe                 40&lt;br /&gt;----                           Total   1606&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Atomic weight              88.34&lt;br /&gt;Number weight 1606/18      89.22&lt;br /&gt;The  corresponding negative group, of nitrogen, vanadium and niobium, is  rendered particularly interesting by the fact that it is headed by  nitrogen, which—like the air, of which it forms so large a part—pervades  so many of the bodies we are studying. What is there in nitrogen which  renders it so inert as to conveniently dilute the fiery oxygen and make  it breathable, while it is so extraordinarily active in some of its  compounds that it enters into the most powerful explosives? Some chemist  of the future, perhaps, will find the secret in the arrangement of its  constituent parts, which we are able only to describe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Their  use of the word "funnel" is interesting, a word which crops up (pun  intended) quite frequently in the research literature of Silva and  others to describe theories of how the phenomena are created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our personal favorite, Radium:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHLJw8gmgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v8TCePsIepM/s1600/radium12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494896388986673666" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHLJw8gmgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/v8TCePsIepM/s400/radium12.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 202px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 414px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many  of these renderings also greatly, if not perfectly, resemble ancient  pictographs and designs found on cave walls and carved into stone  monuments all over the globe. Silva's book also makes this comparison  between such symbols and many crop circles. But we've yet to find any  references to the achievements of Leadbeater and Besant and the  intriguing correlations to be found. Note these modern crop circles as  you ponder the mysteries therein. One especially reflects the celtic  triskele, which is also seen in Leadbeater's renderings of Yttrium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHK5Jb9myI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YA0KAAWK3oI/s1600/circles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494896103503272738" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHK5Jb9myI/AAAAAAAAAeA/YA0KAAWK3oI/s400/circles.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 245px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 312px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHNlo9kD0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jzMlGDonHaE/s1600/tricircle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494899066903203650" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHNlo9kD0I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/jzMlGDonHaE/s400/tricircle.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 279px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3409346218716133164?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3409346218716133164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3409346218716133164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3409346218716133164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3409346218716133164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-archives-screek.html' title='From the Archives: &quot;Screek&quot;'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TEHACYv6_TI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DBmtArNzovg/s72-c/indium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3404672374154933652</id><published>2011-07-09T13:19:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:35:28.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ATC reports on The Risen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr4LlnapbJ4/ThiNaXAy1rI/AAAAAAAAApI/MRTFF8VMVFU/s1600/atransc2009-banner.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="50" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr4LlnapbJ4/ThiNaXAy1rI/AAAAAAAAApI/MRTFF8VMVFU/s320/atransc2009-banner.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;i&gt;Association TransCommunication NewsJournal &lt;/i&gt;Summer 2001 Issue has published a &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/ATC.pdf"&gt;piece &lt;/a&gt;they asked August to write about &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;. They also published part of his report dealing with an experiment at one of the U.S. Montcabirol sittings this past May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This issue contains many fine and interesting articles, including one about Imperator, The Felix Experimental Group, and an article "I&amp;nbsp; Was a Skeptic".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to Lisa and; Tom Butler of &lt;a href="http://atransc.org/"&gt;ATC&lt;/a&gt; for their loving support and for their unfailing diligence!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3404672374154933652?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3404672374154933652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3404672374154933652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3404672374154933652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3404672374154933652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/07/atc-reports-on-risen.html' title='ATC reports on The Risen'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kr4LlnapbJ4/ThiNaXAy1rI/AAAAAAAAApI/MRTFF8VMVFU/s72-c/atransc2009-banner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5605515605408066611</id><published>2011-07-05T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T17:01:54.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jairus' Daughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aThocJMhNQI/ThN7oq3j9eI/AAAAAAAAApE/RuQ81L8va80/s1600/Jdaughter.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aThocJMhNQI/ThN7oq3j9eI/AAAAAAAAApE/RuQ81L8va80/s1600/Jdaughter.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warm congratulations to our dear friend Evelyn Weissman on her wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.eldontaylor.com/provocative-enlightenment-radio-show/2011-06-28-living-into-your-spirituality-with-dr.-weissman.html"&gt;Hay House Radio Interview&lt;/a&gt; - I was finally able to listen to the archive of the 6/28 show with Dr. Eldon Taylor, who seemed enraptured by her lovely book, "Jairus' Daughter" - a novel based on Eveyln's religious conversion. I was equally taken by the story as well, which is available in &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jairus-Daughter-Evelyn-Weissman/dp/1452500355/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1309899329&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;paperback &lt;/a&gt;or on &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Jairus-Daughter-ebook/dp/B004D4Y9CE/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1309899025&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;Kindle&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5605515605408066611?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5605515605408066611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5605515605408066611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5605515605408066611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5605515605408066611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/07/jairus-daughter.html' title='Jairus&apos; Daughter'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aThocJMhNQI/ThN7oq3j9eI/AAAAAAAAApE/RuQ81L8va80/s72-c/Jdaughter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3256907722267383215</id><published>2011-07-05T15:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T15:10:54.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Disparity of a “Standards of Care” for Spirit Mediumship</title><content type='html'>Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Standards_of_Care_Mediumship_1-9.pdf"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;to a paper August produced about Mediumship and Standards of Care in the Behavioral Health domain, which was published by &lt;a href="http://paranthropology.weebly.com/newsletter.html"&gt;Paranthropology &lt;/a&gt;in their newsletter earlier this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3256907722267383215?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3256907722267383215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3256907722267383215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3256907722267383215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3256907722267383215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/01/scholarly-type-stuff.html' title='The Disparity of a “Standards of Care” for Spirit Mediumship'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4828978565951273302</id><published>2011-07-04T23:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T23:25:22.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: The Indescribable Gift</title><content type='html'>[First Posted 1/23/11]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TTxqB-k0AnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ugB9_dkmjcU/s1600/catgrass.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TTxqB-k0AnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ugB9_dkmjcU/s320/catgrass.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The moment one gives close attention to anything, even a blade of grass, it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Henry Miller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Walt Whitman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Thomas Edison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin: And yet I say unto you, that even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. Wherefore, if God so clothe the grass of the field, which today is, and tomorrow is cast into the oven, shall he not much more clothe you, O ye of little faith? Therefore, take no thought, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ Or, ‘What shall we drink?’ Or, ‘Wherewithal shall we be clothed?’ For your heavenly Father knoweth that ye have need of all these things . . . Take therefore no thought for the morrow: for the morrow shall take thought for the things of itself . . .”. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;~ Matthew 26:28 (KJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Fairy land is a universal retreating infundibulum,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;except that the farther in you go, the bigger it gets."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ John Crowley &lt;a href="http://www.littlebig25.com/PerpetualCrowleyInterview.html"&gt;in an interview&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It seems so very marvelous to me, from one perspective, how many of my friends find ways and means to physically travel all over the world — places I've never been to and only know about through hearsay and other second-hand presentations. I am extremely inexperienced compared to them, although I've never been lacking for invitations to every corner of the globe. From another perspective, the same global trotting also seems somewhat incomprehensible to me and raises my own line of questioning, namely, to what end; what are the deeper motivations, wherefrom the drives to endure such obviously stressful, costly endeavors? I'm sure everyone has an answer, each valid in its own ways. Curiosity seems the likely answer, of course, and is the hallmark of intelligence throughout the universe, from the behavioral spins of quantum particles to a cat's insistence to help with unpacking the groceries. Curiosity moves us — without it, nothing would change. Perhaps vibration, which underlies all, animates all, enlivens all, is really the result of curiosity. In a statement to William Miller, as quoted in LIFE magazine (2 May 1955,) Einstein shared, "The important thing is not to stop questioning; curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when contemplating the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of the mystery every day. The important thing is not to stop questioning; never lose a &lt;i&gt;holy curiosity&lt;/i&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other question arising is about my lack of movement in the way of physical jetting about. This gets asked of me in many ways, due to my not accepting the invitations to Europe, Asia, Australia, South America, Canada, and Mars, Pennsylvania. I never exactly refuse, but say something noncommittal, because my curiosity wants me to someday, somehow, go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love to travel, but, I don't travel well. Simply put, physical travel takes a lot out of me, and I get quite ill, due directly to the way my astral-etheric and physical bodies are intercomposed. The symptoms are very like those I experience after a physical manifestation of spirit, which literally take a lot out of me. But I've learned how to prepare for such things - travel and mediumship - and how to take care of myself during and after - so there's no real excuse there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The authentic reason is that there is something that precedes, and underlies, curiosity. It is basically indescribable, inexpressible, invisible. And yet it cannot be separated from us, so perfectly is it indissoluble, indivisible, inseverable, and integral to what and who Authentic Self is. Many "I" words there! They can all be gathered in under an ultimate "I" — immortality. How to define "immortality"? In &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, one of Tim's three suggestions about the "pastime of reincarnation" is,&amp;nbsp; "One’s reality is defined by three I’s ~ Individuality, Intensity, and Infinity."&amp;nbsp; Put them together, and immortality arises unending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is my feeling of being, and of being imbedded in my own immortality, supported by a conscious realization of oneness with everything — or the lack of separation with everything — that allows me to simultaneously be still and yet move. I have traveled not only to many beautiful places on the earth in spirit, but have visited and interacted with other intelligences throughout inexplicable dimensions, Risen and other, that never cease to send their own invitations in response to my curiosity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;All I ever have to do is to open my inner eyes and truly look — that is, seeing the truth — at what is before me at any given moment, whether it is a blade of grass glowing with sunlight, or the wetness of a cat's nose gently touching mine. These are also invitations to look more closely, to enter and explore &lt;i&gt;firsthand &lt;/i&gt;my individuality, intensity, and infinity. No subway, taxi, jet, or rickshaw can do the transporting. As we say in The Risen, "worlds within worlds" — and as John Crowley said in an interview to my friend, Ron, "the further in you go, the bigger it gets". So perhaps I've not gotten to Budapesht yet because I've not come back from the blade of grass. It is said in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"As beings of light we continue on endlessly—our immortal experience. This realization is of immense importance, for we are literally having our immortal experience in this very moment. Immortality doesn’t begin after we transition to Risen, but commenced when we first arose on this world, fired into life with a Divine Spark, to awaken and breathe and move up and out into this world, our earth. When one not only mentally accepts this realization about our immortality but is able to gain awareness of it and then feel the realization of it, life is experienced with much less fear and much more freedom. It is spiritually imperative to understand that besides having the experience, we must be able to observe the experience, to participate as observers, and to especially become aware of it by feeling it." (p. 27)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Perhaps it can be said that I am comfortable with and relaxed by my own sense of immortality — that indescribable gift — which is also the knowing that because there is no time, I have all the time to choose from. My curiosity moves me from where I'm at to where I'm at.&amp;nbsp; I always end up choosing to travel in-toward what is before me at any given opportunity of awareness, which is also an inexpressible gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4828978565951273302?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4828978565951273302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4828978565951273302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4828978565951273302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4828978565951273302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/01/indescribable-gift.html' title='From The Archives: The Indescribable Gift'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/TTxqB-k0AnI/AAAAAAAAAk0/ugB9_dkmjcU/s72-c/catgrass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2970259983994150363</id><published>2011-06-28T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T19:31:08.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Upcoming Hay House July Broadcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfT4qj_mkPg/TgpkBmKNtpI/AAAAAAAAApA/BT2QpnSCEnI/s1600/radio_logo_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfT4qj_mkPg/TgpkBmKNtpI/AAAAAAAAApA/BT2QpnSCEnI/s1600/radio_logo_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;August will be back on Dr. Eldon Taylor's &lt;a href="http://www.eldontaylor.com/component/jevents/icalrepeat.detail/2011/03/08/484/-/OGQxY2E2Nzg2MTFmNmYxMzExMTlkYjI5OGVkZDYyMTk=.html"&gt;Provocative Enlightenment Radio Show&lt;/a&gt; at Hay House Radio, Tuesday July 5, 11am-12 noon PST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Dr. Taylor has indicated that August's seminal paper, &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Standards_of_Care_Mediumship_1-9.pdf"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Disparity of a “Standards of Care” for Spirit Mediumship as a Permissible Behavioral Health Care Profession&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, will be the main topic, Tim is smiling his notorious "cat-got-the-canary" smile about it. So what happens, remains to be seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To listen to the previous show at Hay House Radio last summer, as well as the numerous radio show archives of August (including Coast-to-Coast, Michael Johnson, and others), go &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Past%20Broadcasts.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2970259983994150363?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2970259983994150363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2970259983994150363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2970259983994150363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2970259983994150363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/03/upcoming-hay-house-summer-broadcast.html' title='Upcoming Hay House July Broadcast'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vfT4qj_mkPg/TgpkBmKNtpI/AAAAAAAAApA/BT2QpnSCEnI/s72-c/radio_logo_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3150269013094986108</id><published>2011-06-28T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T12:45:01.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bristol Spirit Lodge</title><content type='html'>In the interest and "spirit" of promoting physical mediumship, and as a support way toward the eventual formation of our own NYC circle, we will continue to promote such circles from around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bristol Spirit Lodge circle has been founded with the intention of enabling the development and demonstration of Physical Mediumship. It is a private non-denominational investigative Home Circle for those who share this interest. No fees are requested as regular attendance is required. &lt;a href="http://www.spirit-lodge-diary.blogspot.com/"&gt;Their site&lt;/a&gt; offers reports and audio files from seances held within the Lodge since it opened on February 6th 2007. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also found at their site are links to other physical circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lodge has hosted several private seances with physical medium Warren Caylor, and offer &lt;a href="http://other-reports.blogspot.com/"&gt;reports and audio files&lt;/a&gt; of these for the interest of others. Several sitters within the Bristol Spirit Lodge Circle have also sat in seance with Warren at other venues and offer reports of these experiences also.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3150269013094986108?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3150269013094986108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3150269013094986108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3150269013094986108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3150269013094986108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/bristol-spirit-lodge.html' title='The Bristol Spirit Lodge'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4024562919001549714</id><published>2011-06-24T07:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T07:53:47.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ICENI HOME CIRCLE VIDEO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlZX92qSXX4/TgR6JWahIdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cH5n2-rkIY8/s1600/ecto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlZX92qSXX4/TgR6JWahIdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cH5n2-rkIY8/s1600/ecto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://physicalmediumship4u.ning.com/video/iceni-home-circle-video"&gt;A seance&lt;/a&gt; filmed June 10 - with ectoplasm emerging from the medium's mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.warrencaylor.com/"&gt;Warren Caylor's Circle&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4024562919001549714?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4024562919001549714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4024562919001549714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4024562919001549714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4024562919001549714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/iceni-home-circle-video.html' title='ICENI HOME CIRCLE VIDEO'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VlZX92qSXX4/TgR6JWahIdI/AAAAAAAAAo8/cH5n2-rkIY8/s72-c/ecto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2514236325014735122</id><published>2011-06-23T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:34:30.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibiza Physical Mediumship Event w/Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNkb7Kt5b5M/TgNOwBqrGdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8qPuznDK-Qo/s1600/Blue+Room.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNkb7Kt5b5M/TgNOwBqrGdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8qPuznDK-Qo/s320/Blue+Room.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We posted earlier Dr. Ken Sahari's report, but if you'd like to read it and see some pictures from the event,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; go &lt;a href="http://physicalmediumship4u.ning.com/profiles/blogs/the-beauty-amp-mystery-of"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2514236325014735122?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2514236325014735122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2514236325014735122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2514236325014735122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2514236325014735122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/ibiza-physical-mediumship-event.html' title='Ibiza Physical Mediumship Event w/Pictures'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JNkb7Kt5b5M/TgNOwBqrGdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/8qPuznDK-Qo/s72-c/Blue+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7291456043315097690</id><published>2011-06-23T10:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T10:28:42.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Festival of Physical Mediumship</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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also acclaimed Clairvoyant Christine Morgan, both visiting from Australia. Lots of other Events and Workshops/Talks during the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acaciacentre.com/"&gt;The Acacia Center&lt;/a&gt;, Murcia, Spain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7291456043315097690?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7291456043315097690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7291456043315097690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7291456043315097690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7291456043315097690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/festival-of-physical-mediumship.html' title='Festival of Physical Mediumship'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hp0o90xFC0s/TgNNZs-5IlI/AAAAAAAAAo0/dZ2EVYZBnZo/s72-c/fractal-shell-thumb4875865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5899176919488305473</id><published>2011-06-21T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T22:32:28.242-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Felix  Experimental Group Ibiza Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1NQn-3W4PQ/TgFUHWxNjBI/AAAAAAAAAos/VJEuXRgFbns/s1600/blue+moon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1NQn-3W4PQ/TgFUHWxNjBI/AAAAAAAAAos/VJEuXRgFbns/s320/blue+moon.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Read a participant's report about the May event &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/Ibiza.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5899176919488305473?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5899176919488305473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5899176919488305473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5899176919488305473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5899176919488305473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/felix-experimental-group-ibiza-event.html' title='Felix  Experimental Group Ibiza Event'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b1NQn-3W4PQ/TgFUHWxNjBI/AAAAAAAAAos/VJEuXRgFbns/s72-c/blue+moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7974937683161242786</id><published>2011-06-17T08:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T08:57:52.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FEG Medium Successful Sans Clothes</title><content type='html'>Kai continues to &lt;a href="http://felixcircle.blogspot.com/2011/06/feg-medium-again-being-checked.html"&gt;demonstrate &lt;/a&gt;superb ectoplasmic materialization - with amazing photo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7974937683161242786?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7974937683161242786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7974937683161242786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7974937683161242786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7974937683161242786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/feg-medium-successful-sans-clothes.html' title='FEG Medium Successful Sans Clothes'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5348435881520678181</id><published>2011-06-16T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:31:02.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic First Physical Mediumship Sitting: Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-723H9vyXZpo/TfpoEChFYRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/D5AVYTOg-DU/s1600/4560745327_7a84432cfa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-723H9vyXZpo/TfpoEChFYRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/D5AVYTOg-DU/s320/4560745327_7a84432cfa.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This report submitted to August by a fellow medium about his experience at the very first demonstration of physical mediumship by the Newcastle based &lt;a href="http://faywrightgoldenencounters.moonfruit.com/#/physical-circle/4530671438"&gt;Silver Fox Circle of Friends&lt;/a&gt; in the U.K.&amp;nbsp; Very exciting and promising, well done, all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"On May 21, 2011 I was privileged to be invited to attend the very first demonstration of physical mediumship by the Newcastle based Silver Fox Circle of Friends. This historic demonstration took place in beautiful city Harrogate, UK. I was picked up at the train station by physical mediums Kathy and Terry of the Harrogate based Rainbow Circle and immediately wisked off to the venue to witness and experience an array of two hours of brilliant physical phenomena and verbal communication from four spirit communicators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The venue for this demonstration was a small room on the third floor of a home, which had a recessed window dormer or alcove which was the perfect area that could be used as a cabinet. A chair was placed in this area and a curtain across the front. From my estimation, the room was approximately fourteen feet long and twelve feet wide, with the alcove being approximately four feet by four feet. Fifteen folding chairs were placed in a semi circle around the cabinet affording each and every sitter a good view of the proceedings. Several objects, toys, and musical instruments, as well as three traditional ‘trumpets’ were placed on the floor in front of or near the cabinet. Each object was had luminous paint or tape on it to enable everyone to clearly see the position of these objects in the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The demonstration commenced promptly at 7pm as Fay, the medium, took her seat in the cabinet. Jenny, the circle leader, opened the proceedings with a customary prayer and then proceeded to play lively music that we could all sing along to. This is done in order to build up the energy and raise the vibration in the room. This is necessary at all physical mediumship sittings in order to bring the two worlds together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After&amp;nbsp; approximately four or five songs, a voice emerged from the cabinet. This was Silver Fox, the control and gatekeeper of the circle, on the spirit side. She greeted us all and thanked us all for coming. Throughout the sitting, a total of four spirit voices came through and spoke with us: Silver Fox, Granny, Michael, and Dr. Brown. Each one, all with totally different voices, spoke to us at different times throughout the sitting. What happened throughout the sitting was truly astounding. There was two hours of brilliant non-stop physical phenomena and voice communication from the four spirit team members. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will not belabor the point by describing each and every physical manifestation that occurred during this sitting, however I must say that for two hours, the physical phenomena and voice communication that that took place was virtually non-stop. The trumpets were flying, the hoola hoops were moving, the light table was moved several times in front of the cabinet and two musical instruments were played regularly. Luminous chalk was placed on top of the eighteen inch high light box and never rolled off, despite having been moved several times at a good distance. I was positioned approximately five feet from the light box and could clearly see it moving by itself. The light emanating from the three trumpets and the luminous chalk was sufficient to allow me to see the light box moving by itself several times. Several times throughout the sitting, the drums and the ukelele were played, and with great enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At one point, Dr. Brown asked me to stand up and place one end of the illuminated hoola hoops over my arms and the other end over the arms of Jenny. They then proceeded to rock the hoola hoop back and forth without either one of us grasping the hoop. A small bouquet of white roses was placed in front of the cabinet by Jenny prior to the sitting. During the sitting, spirit placed a rose on the lap of every sitter in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Again, the spirit activity in the room for the entire two hours was relentless.&amp;nbsp; I must commend Fay and her entire circle for their dedication and for sharing this most amazing form of spirit communication - physical mediumship, with the fortunate few who were invited to attend this special demonstration - the maiden voyage of the Silver Fox Circle of Friends. " &amp;nbsp; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5348435881520678181?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5348435881520678181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5348435881520678181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5348435881520678181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5348435881520678181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/historic-first-physical-mediumship.html' title='Historic First Physical Mediumship Sitting: Report'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-723H9vyXZpo/TfpoEChFYRI/AAAAAAAAAoo/D5AVYTOg-DU/s72-c/4560745327_7a84432cfa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7927741470901316338</id><published>2011-06-14T10:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:25:12.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Opiated Faith of The Materialist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9DUpSsFKLI/Tfdygo9W-FI/AAAAAAAAAok/Q2t0F0ppa-w/s1600/no-evil-skels2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9DUpSsFKLI/Tfdygo9W-FI/AAAAAAAAAok/Q2t0F0ppa-w/s320/no-evil-skels2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As physical mediumship becomes increasingly more familiar to outsiders, and as it is making its own fairly rapid reappearance in our dimension, the materialist skeptics are also rising to what their ego minds perceive as a challenge of some kind. We'll leave them to it. As noted in August's recent &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/Yellow%20Cloud_NYC_May_2011.pdf"&gt;report &lt;/a&gt;of one such sitting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Just as our book was not written for skeptics, neither do these mediumistic sittings occur for them. Mediumship has recently arrived at a new level on its path, in that it is now abandoning any and all efforts towards educating skeptics. They had their chance, and now they're free to return to their own mentally-darkened basements. We bless them and will welcome them – when they’re finally ready to sit down and be still.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; will be familiar with the Risen concepts of imagination, specifically addressed in the chapter, &lt;i&gt;Mundus Imaginalis&lt;/i&gt;. The following is from the Italian mystic, Massimo Scaligero (1906-1980), and his exploratory words about materialism have many hidden ideas: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Materialism is our faith in matter. We do not know how to experience matter by means of the concrete forces of thinking. Materialism is the most obscure mysticism, for it purports to be the opposite of mysticism simply because it is nourished by mathematical calculation and dialectical abstractions. It feeds our inner weaknesses with the dead products of thinking. By failing to penetrate matter, such thinking elevates it to a mystical reality without any awareness that it does so. No bigot devotes him or herself more faithfully to the object of this or her opiated faith than does the materialist.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Materialism ... signifies the actual situation of present-day humanity. Materialism is the uncognized and, therefore, the unelaborated basis of all the doctrines and spiritualisms, traditional or not, which ignore the underlying process that gives rise to material appearances. It shuns the task of confronting the problem of the physical objectivity of nature: sensory perceptions and its coming into being as representation. This is a problem that cannot be solved theoretically, but only through the active penetration of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; " A corresponding ... error, which leaves the authority of matter over us unchanged, is to accept the physical world as it is, and matter as it appears. With this error, we engage in abstracted experiments or calculations with the physical world and material appearances, or we seek to transcend them theoretically or mystically."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;i&gt;La Luce: Introduzione All'imainazione Creatrice&lt;/i&gt; (&lt;i&gt;The Light: An Introduction to Creative Imagination&lt;/i&gt;) by Massimo Scaligero, (translated by Eric L. Bisbocci, Lindisfarne Books, 2001, p. 34.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7927741470901316338?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7927741470901316338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7927741470901316338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7927741470901316338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7927741470901316338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/opiated-faith-of-materialist.html' title='The Opiated Faith of The Materialist'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G9DUpSsFKLI/Tfdygo9W-FI/AAAAAAAAAok/Q2t0F0ppa-w/s72-c/no-evil-skels2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-7908718280332522440</id><published>2011-06-12T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T09:31:41.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cross-examination of Professor Stephen Hawking</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UJo2pX4sRg/TfS_NG1yzgI/AAAAAAAAAog/b7tSLpTDyD0/s1600/angeljustice.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UJo2pX4sRg/TfS_NG1yzgI/AAAAAAAAAog/b7tSLpTDyD0/s320/angeljustice.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Archangel Michael relief by Della Robia, 1475.&lt;br /&gt;The Archangel Michael ranks as the greatest of all angels whether in Jewish, Christian or Islamic writings. He is the Chief of the Order of Virtues, Chief of Archangels, and the Angel of Repentance, Righteousness, Mercy, and Sanctification.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Litigation Lawyer Victor Zammit’s &lt;a href="http://www.victorzammit.com/articles/crossexaminationhawingfinal.htm"&gt;Cross-examination of Professor Stephen Hawking&lt;/a&gt; - ( on the Claim by Professor Hawking that there is no afterlife). Victor has submitted that the following is what a ‘cross-examination’ of Professor Stephen Hawking would be like. The “answers” given by Professor Hawking have been taken from his website and from other media reports about things he said and imputed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Victor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-7908718280332522440?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/7908718280332522440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=7908718280332522440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7908718280332522440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/7908718280332522440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/cross-examination-of-professor-stephen.html' title='Cross-examination of Professor Stephen Hawking'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3UJo2pX4sRg/TfS_NG1yzgI/AAAAAAAAAog/b7tSLpTDyD0/s72-c/angeljustice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2414820219315408220</id><published>2011-06-01T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T16:57:45.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From The Archives: The Edge &amp; Waiting</title><content type='html'>[Originally posted 15 July 2006]&amp;nbsp; -- From the text of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPekRtJ7KVs/TeZqOnqk6BI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zzKRg3irxNM/s1600/cosmic.1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XPekRtJ7KVs/TeZqOnqk6BI/AAAAAAAAAoM/zzKRg3irxNM/s1600/cosmic.1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“How do you know but ev'ry Bird that cuts the airy way,&lt;br /&gt;Is an immense world of delight, clos'd by your senses five?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;— William Blake, &lt;i&gt;The Marriage of Heave&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;n and Hell&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  visionary Blake wrote a great deal about his Authentic Self’s  experience in a material mind-body constrained by the reduction of five  senses and by societal and institutional conventions — “the mind-forg’d  manacles”. He surmised that having but two or three senses would not  give us the ability to deduce anything more beyond them, and so it would  be with but five. He lived in the knowledge that &lt;i&gt;imagination&lt;/i&gt;  flies free above the senses, and is the actual “image of God” in which  we are made. That is, that God is imagination — imagination being the  act of imaging. Imagination is not present to the five senses, which are  mind-body components that filter incoming evidence of greater Reality.  As we have seen, the ego-mind makes all the decisions for our embodied  Authentic Self about what is acceptable as Real or not. The simulate  self has emerged out of this decision-making process. Because the  simulate self is manifested from the ego-mind, its experiences, and  therefore its choices about the Universe, are not Authentic—that is,  Real — but simulated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/Cliff-Jump-Note-Card-C11763337.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/200/Cliff-Jump-Note-Card-C11763337.1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;The&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; Ed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The edge” is the perimeter of one’s limited experience  within one’s unlimited personal, potential Universe. The ego-mind, which  has access to the physical senses but lacks imagination, utilizes the  restrictive five senses, directed through anxiety and fear, to reduce  experience. The resulting limitation is a “sphere of experience” that  surrounds each individualized mind-body, which lacks conscious awareness  of the Authentic Self. This imposed and limited experiential sphere is  the kingdom of the simulate self and ruled by the ego-mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  ego-mind will allow for a kind of permeability of the edge if it fits  its agenda. Individualized mind-bodies can join one another and develop a  group sphere of experience, attracted by like vibration and held  together by like beliefs, as dictated by the ego-mind. A group can be  small, or serve as a larger container of several small groups, such as  tribes, organizations, corporations, and nations. The spheres of many  ego-minds often interpenetrate one another. Intergenerational  transmission of beliefs is also highly likely, as parents, in total  unawareness, pass on belief systems to their children, sometimes for  centuries. Institutions of the simulate self, such as the government and  churches, also transmit and strengthen the barriers to unlimited  experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The edge of the sphere of experience is  seldom visited by its inhabitant. There is usually no awareness of its  existence. This edge can be seen in the concept of the flat earth, which  successfully kept people from exploring their physical environment for  fear of falling off into an abyss of unknown territory. Even though it  has since been realized that the earth is not flat, the fear-generated  concept that was developed by the ego-mind still actively exists in the  ego-mind collective. Although we can now venture around the material  globe, most of us are still encased in our invisible, protective sphere  of ego-mentality, the simulate self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ego-mind  maintains the structure of its kingdom through beliefs engendered by  lies. The edge or border of its kingdom is held in place by a force  field of anxiety, rather like an electrified fence. Should one move  close to this edge, alarms go off and trigger the feeling of anxiety.  One of the ego-mind’s lies is that the anxiety is unlimited beyond the  perimeter, and once the edge is crossed, the anxiety will go on forever.  Because we yield to the ego-mind’s relentless suggestions that anxiety  should be avoided, we avoid the edge. Unlimited, authentic living is  effectively pinched off into a limited, simulated experience. This  experiential avoidance results in a “less-than” experience for the  Authentic Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of the manifested material  Universe is change, which enables individualized manifestations of  Authentic Self to move about in it, from one place of experience to  another. Transformation of vibration cannot take place without this  movement. Inherent in the design of humankind are ever-arising stimuli,  causing individuals to move about in order to change form in some way,  to transform. These stimuli which reveal Original Source’s aspiration  for &lt;i&gt;novelty&lt;/i&gt;,&lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt; are equally inherent in and activated  and detected by our senses, i.e., if we didn’t have senses, we wouldn’t  be stimulated to transform. All physical and non-physical senses are  affected in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies beyond this edge?  Everything — different relationships, careers, whatever has potential to  change. Potential living and potential dimensions are already there to  be explored. As a natural course, then, one is going to be brought up  against one’s edge as an effect of the Authentic Self’s directive to  transform. One begins to feel suffocated in a relationship, or by a  career, or by the current lifestyle. The edge is there as an  interference or barrier to movement, a result of the simulate self’s  need to control. The ego-mind uses anxiety and fear to keep an  individuated Authentic Self from moving beyond the edge, and hence, from  transforming. At best, the ego-mind drives our mind-body vehicle around  and around the perimeter of our experiential sphere. Unable to tolerate  this after a certain amount of time, we are “driven crazy.” As a  result, the Authentic Self is unable to inherit its Divine Realm as  infinitely bestowed by Original Source, and instead, endures a frozen  hell of restrictive movement, masterminded and ruled by the simulate  self. It can be seen that this restricted movement, as directed by the  ego-mind, is also a limited attempt to simulate Original Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiting&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/Copy%20of%20000_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/Copy%20of%20000_0554.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Watch (keep awake) therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;— Matthew 25:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being  future-oriented, the simulate self cannot wait. Instant gratification  is its motivation. Addiction of some kind —mild to wild — is a possible,  if not an inevitable consequence. The ego-mind can &lt;i&gt;simulate&lt;/i&gt;  waiting in the form of patience, which is a form of control meant to  endure hardship, difficulty, or inconvenience without complaint. This  takes self-control and the ability to tolerate delay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Waiting&lt;/i&gt; is inherent in the nature of Authentic Self, and is not meant here as &lt;i&gt;patience&lt;/i&gt;.  Being present-oriented, the Authentic Self has no need for patience,  and instead it resides in resting in the feeling experience of Its Self.  For the Authentic Self, waiting is rest, which it finds in its  connection to Original Source, which is always at rest. For the simulate  self, which uses thoughts to generate a simulation of experience,  waiting is unthinkable, as well as unimaginable. Imagination belongs to  Authentic Self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Authentic Self can imagine  experiences that appear to call for endurance, if It so desires.  However, it is the nature of Authentic Self to enjoy, rather than endure  an experience. “Enjoy” is not meant here as the ego-mind’s concept of  getting joy &lt;i&gt;out&lt;/i&gt; of something. Rather, the ability to put joy &lt;i&gt;into&lt;/i&gt; something — to en-joy — is what Authentic Self brings to the table of experience. To enjoy is to give. To rest or &lt;i&gt;reside&lt;/i&gt; in the feeling of authentic enjoyment is Authentic Self’s motivation. Joy is a word for &lt;i&gt;that which gives life&lt;/i&gt;,  or Original Source, which is never-ending and unceasingly pours into  our universe through the channel of Authentic Self. When joy is  withheld, the feeling of life is withdrawn. Depression settles in and  the gradual cessation of a material existence follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Authentic Self becomes consciously aware of anxiety, it has found the edge of the simulate self’s sphere of existence.&lt;sup&gt;(2)&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  Authentic Self is in the driver’s seat, it can choose to pull over and  stop, make observations and possibly choices about what it sees as an  opportunity for change, not as a barrier against an assumed danger. On  some level, we all know what it’s like to come up against our life’s  edges. For those who have been endeavoring in some way to raise and  promote spiritual consciousness, there may be the additional experience  of not being able to turn around and go back when once up against the  edge. This has been described as being on the edge of a cliff, or a dark  abyss, or a cloud of unknowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where waiting,  or resting in the feeling of Authentic Self, comes in. When the feeling  of Authentic Self arises, one also knows that one has simultaneously  reached the feeling of one’s Original Source, for they are equalized as  one and the same by Original Source. This equalization is love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  simulate self will avoid the edge of the cliff. The Authentic Self,  having awakened to the truth of its immortal existence and the falsehood  of death, will be able to contain anxiety while resting in mental  stillness at the edge, and even bring joy to the experience. It may  choose to rest as long as it wants, or It may decide to examine the  belief system generating the barrier. It makes this examination by  focusing its full, attentive awareness upon the belief system. Under Its  quiet gaze — “quiet” meaning without the ego-mind’s critical chatter —  the belief system will be revealed as a lie, and then fade back into the  nothingness from whence it came. The barrier has dissolved, and  Authentic Self, as an individuated mind-body, can then move in the  direction it chooses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/1600/spiritualflight.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1695/2024/320/spiritualflight.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The  Authentic Self may also decide not to move or to jump off the cliff.  Having reached an awareness of Its wings of immortality, fear no longer  prevents or accompanies its choices. Whatever happens, there will be  unlimited opportunity for Authentic Self to bring forth joy as a  companion to the ever-present serenity of Original Source.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(1)&lt;/sup&gt; “Novelty” here is meant as newness, freshness, innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;(2)&lt;/sup&gt; Authentic Self-awareness is vastly different from the simulate self’s self-conscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2414820219315408220?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2414820219315408220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2414820219315408220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2414820219315408220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2414820219315408220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/06/from-archives-edge-waiting.html' title='From The Archives: The Edge &amp; 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Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2787390378633997340?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2787390378633997340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2787390378633997340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2787390378633997340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2787390378633997340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/risen-kindle.html' title='Risen Kindle'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qgrT96chRHc/TdsTnZGGO9I/AAAAAAAAAoI/UM0tHlYWhBM/s72-c/amazon-kindle-app-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2332104277242746029</id><published>2011-05-18T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T11:08:48.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recommended Readings about the Summerlands</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFKHCdrI1WQ/TdPgMS-8QmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/z_qgABkQL-4/s1600/flammarion-c1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFKHCdrI1WQ/TdPgMS-8QmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/z_qgABkQL-4/s400/flammarion-c1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anonymous wood engraving first published in 1888 in &lt;i&gt;L'atmosphère: Météorologie Populaire&lt;/i&gt; by Camille Flammarion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I don't see how there can be life after death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There can't be any; there is no life after death&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because there is no death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is just a continuation of life."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~ Ernest Holmes (&lt;a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=FI1UfIG2m3UC&amp;amp;lpg=PA147&amp;amp;ots=EJq4RflfsL&amp;amp;dq=ernest%20holmes%20love%20%26%20law%20death&amp;amp;pg=PP1#v=onepage&amp;amp;q&amp;amp;f=false"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Law&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A reader of &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt; recently asked for recommendations for good reads about life after life. Here are a few, and if anyone has others to recommend, please do share about them with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Where Two Worlds Meet" and other books by &lt;a href="http://arthurfindlay.com/"&gt;Arthur Findlay&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - the works of&lt;a href="http://www.rjlees.co.uk/"&gt; Robert James Lees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also - Riley Heagerty's &lt;a href="http://thefrenchrevelation.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The French Revelation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - about Emily French &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2332104277242746029?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2332104277242746029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2332104277242746029' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2332104277242746029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2332104277242746029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/recommended-readings-about-summerlands.html' title='Recommended Readings about the Summerlands'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UFKHCdrI1WQ/TdPgMS-8QmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/z_qgABkQL-4/s72-c/flammarion-c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3276499674072816175</id><published>2011-05-16T11:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T18:07:35.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recordings of Historic U.S. Seances Now Available</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dz48VoQ5DQ4/TdE8TmeiXRI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bS8__33nyqE/s1600/bottle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dz48VoQ5DQ4/TdE8TmeiXRI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bS8__33nyqE/s320/bottle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are links to the archived recordings of the 4 physical mediumship seances that recently occurred in NY when The Yellow Cloud Circle made its historical U.S. visit. If anyone would like to post them elsewhere or share them with others, please do! Also, August's report on seances #1 and #4 is available &lt;a href="http://www.therisenbooks.com/Documents/Yellow%20Cloud_NYC_May_2011.pdf"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/qd3ggy5zs3"&gt;Yellow Cloud Sitting #1 - Chester, New York - Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt; (August Goforth in attendance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/c9bor60233"&gt;Yellow Cloud Sitting #2 - Chester, New York - Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/1d48rvck26"&gt;Yellow Cloud Sitting #3 - Chester, New York - Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/p8nz1lztkr"&gt;Yellow Cloud Sitting #4 - Chester, New York - Spring 2011&lt;/a&gt; (August Goforth in attendance)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3276499674072816175?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3276499674072816175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3276499674072816175' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3276499674072816175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3276499674072816175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/recordings-of-historic-us-seances-now.html' title='Recordings of Historic U.S. Seances Now Available'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dz48VoQ5DQ4/TdE8TmeiXRI/AAAAAAAAAn4/bS8__33nyqE/s72-c/bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-9088154268533714863</id><published>2011-05-15T20:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T20:52:44.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Archives: Quid, Me Vexari?</title><content type='html'>[Originally posted 2/4/2006]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uwu4gl0Nio/TdB1Kh62GOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/07m6yLQSE08/s1600/alfredwbush.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uwu4gl0Nio/TdB1Kh62GOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/07m6yLQSE08/s320/alfredwbush.jpg" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Curbing the need to question" need not be interpreted as switching off  one's curiosity, and especially not to be misinterpreted as remaining in  passive, dumb acceptance of any words thrown our way. There are any  number of psychological and emotional &lt;em&gt;asanas&lt;/em&gt; to use to engage interactively with one's universe—a particularly notable one being "&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Five_factor_model#Openness_to_Experience"&gt;openness - to - experience&lt;/a&gt;".&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt;    Boundaries may then expand, engage or merge with others — even  dissolve. The experience of Self emerges from the mists of personality  and the experience of self fades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simulate self fears this fading, and so will bring fear to its defense, and questions are quashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishnamurti suggested that one enter a state he called "choiceless awareness", an aspect of openness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aspect of authentic openness-to-experience is &lt;em&gt;surrender&lt;/em&gt;—which is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; an agreement to slavery. Rather, authentic surrender is a two-part process beginning with —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Putting down one's weapons (questions, statements, accusations);&lt;br /&gt;2. Acquiescence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be noticed that this process is one of &lt;em&gt;assistance—&lt;/em&gt;which  means that one is not alone in this process—because one is engaging  with one's own Essence—which might be in the form of another manifested  individuality— and which is also One's Creator Source. One might  visualize this as an enormous, open hand gently reaching out in a  gesture that clearly offers the opportunity for us to put our hand in it  and join with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon acquiescence, the notion of duality  cannot exist, fading under the focused light beam of conscious  awareness—that is, the feeling—of the merging of Self with SELF. Merging  is when two become something else (note that "else" is singular).  Recall a previous post about the merging of two different atoms to  create a molecule of entirely different and mysterious qualities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  question, then, need not necessarily be "why?"—but perhaps, instead,  "what?". A simple and interesting experiment is to re-ask a &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; question using &lt;em&gt;what?&lt;/em&gt; instead. &lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; Although the material at this wiki-link is an exceptional description, it attempts to identify &lt;em&gt;openness to experience&lt;/em&gt; one of "the big five" "personality traits". Those who have read &lt;em&gt;The Risen&lt;/em&gt;  may understand, "personality" is the simulate self, which can,  therefore, imitate authentic openness as a posture of display, for  exploitation, and for further ego-mind stimulation. "Personality traits"  are always a hit at parties. The wiki-article unknowingly reveals its  simulate mind-driven origins in its baseline acceptance-belief in a  theory—any theory—as supported by simulate self "scientific  questioning"—i.e., "research". Like the world systems of the Diakka, our  own worldly ego-mind systems place a great emphasis on personality as a  powerful "force"—a concept which, in its duality-based systems assumes  there is more than one "force". The difference between them is that the  Diakka understand that personality is not real, although they still  continue to manifest personality-driven environments from a stance of  "real authority".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Questioning authority" is a favourite activity  of the simulate self, which desires conflict, and which needs two  separate egos to achieve. However, keep in mind that the simulate self  is always imitating the authentic Self's opening up through disarming  and joining with SELF, which the ego interprets, in its insanity, as  "questioning authority".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; One hypothesis on the basic  form of the question mark (?) is that it was developed in  sixteenth-century England. Most typographic historians contend that the  design for the question mark was derived from an abbreviation of the  "qu" Latin words of why, what, where, how (quisnam, quidnam, qui quae  que quod, quamobrem, quare, quatenus/quatinus, quemadmodum). At first  this symbol consisted of a capital 'Q' atop a lowercase 'o'. Over time  this early symbol simplified to the mark we use today. Another  hypothesis suggests the question mark began to appear in the second half  of the 8th century, when it resembled a lightning flash, striking from  right to left, and following a period. Some interpret that this was  meant to resemble the upward voice inflection used to indicate query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  me, the question mark is a spiral, a path that begins anywhere in space  and ends somewhere else in space, ended by the period blocking its  movement. Ironically, this begs another question: what happens when the  period is not placed, or removed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-9088154268533714863?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/9088154268533714863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=9088154268533714863' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/9088154268533714863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/9088154268533714863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/from-archives-quid-me-vexari.html' title='From the Archives: Quid, Me Vexari?'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1uwu4gl0Nio/TdB1Kh62GOI/AAAAAAAAAnw/07m6yLQSE08/s72-c/alfredwbush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3566718761997609891</id><published>2011-05-10T21:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T11:32:31.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic U.S. Physical Mediumship Event Report</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRlZG0K7tx4/TcnrN09iAiI/AAAAAAAAAns/C_ZOT_W5ASU/s1600/869961-indian-decoration-is-a-complex-fractal-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRlZG0K7tx4/TcnrN09iAiI/AAAAAAAAAns/C_ZOT_W5ASU/s320/869961-indian-decoration-is-a-complex-fractal-image.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is August's &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/Yellow%20Cloud_NYC_May_2011.pdf"&gt;report&lt;/a&gt; of the recent&amp;nbsp; Historical Visit of the Yellow Cloud Circle of Eternal Illumination to the U.S.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3566718761997609891?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3566718761997609891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3566718761997609891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3566718761997609891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3566718761997609891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/historic-us-physical-mediumship-event.html' title='Historic U.S. Physical Mediumship Event Report'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRlZG0K7tx4/TcnrN09iAiI/AAAAAAAAAns/C_ZOT_W5ASU/s72-c/869961-indian-decoration-is-a-complex-fractal-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-5713511928017907819</id><published>2011-05-07T11:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:34:44.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Historic Physical Mediumship Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hotSmO9OZxw/TcVpp-q8kOI/AAAAAAAAAno/78V3ungu8os/s1600/Yellow-cloud.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hotSmO9OZxw/TcVpp-q8kOI/AAAAAAAAAno/78V3ungu8os/s1600/Yellow-cloud.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yellow Cloud&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week, I was almost unbelievably honored to have been invited to attend the first U.S. sitting of &lt;a href="http://www.montcabirol.com/"&gt;The Yellow Cloud Circle of Eternal Illumination&lt;/a&gt;, who came over from France at the direction of their spirit team. Their agenda was to bring new energy to this continent to spark new physical mediumship circles; sitters were required to be experienced in the ways of spirit and mediumship. Conducted at a location in upstate NY, there were only 4 sittings in all, and a good number of other fortunate people drove and flew in from far and wide to sit at these private circles. I attended the fourth and final one last night as well, and witnessed astounding physical manifestation of spirit and spirit voice using the newer energy "photoplasm." Dr. Melvin Morse and I had also devised an experiment which was secretly synchronized with last night's sitting, which John Sloane gratefully agreed to participate in. Melvin's last text to me very late last night showed that he and his wife, Pauline, were reeling from the unexpected results and unable to talk about it at that time. Hopefully, after some sleep and time to wrap their minds around it, we'll process the results soon. I myself am quite exhausted, but still high from some wonderful news of confirmation I received from the circle's main controlling spirit, John Sloane. I've been asked by Mike Tymn and Lisa and Tom Butler to write an account of my experience, so will refer readers to that report, which will have all the details, a little later on from here. These sittings were also all recorded, and hopefully will be available at the Yellow Cloud's archive in a few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-5713511928017907819?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/5713511928017907819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=5713511928017907819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5713511928017907819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/5713511928017907819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/historic-physical-mediumship-event.html' title='Historic Physical Mediumship Event'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hotSmO9OZxw/TcVpp-q8kOI/AAAAAAAAAno/78V3ungu8os/s72-c/Yellow-cloud.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8723732228357136397</id><published>2011-05-06T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T12:19:27.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediumistic Psychotherapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbQKYHjmWho/TcQfVqGe8DI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TNkOi8EYYAY/s1600/Faces.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="116" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbQKYHjmWho/TcQfVqGe8DI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TNkOi8EYYAY/s320/Faces.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;August is now offering, to appropriate candidates,&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt; &lt;/big&gt;&lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/Mediumistic%20Psychotherapy.html" target="_parent"&gt;&lt;big&gt;Mediumistic Psychotherapy&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8723732228357136397?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8723732228357136397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8723732228357136397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8723732228357136397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8723732228357136397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/mediumistic-psychotherapy.html' title='Mediumistic Psychotherapy'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vbQKYHjmWho/TcQfVqGe8DI/AAAAAAAAAnk/TNkOi8EYYAY/s72-c/Faces.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-1705017486670485452</id><published>2011-05-06T10:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:52:32.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After Death in the Worlds Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1B55cdTGEdk/TcQKca3SPJI/AAAAAAAAAng/QvwmvM2ZfLE/s1600/Fractal_Art_Flowerings_29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1B55cdTGEdk/TcQKca3SPJI/AAAAAAAAAng/QvwmvM2ZfLE/s320/Fractal_Art_Flowerings_29.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very lovely report from the other side - thanks to Victor Zammit for drawing my attention to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This script was communicated by Monsignor Robert Hugh Benson, a son of Edward White Benson, former Archbishop of Canterbury, after his death in 1914 to his old friend, Anthony Borgia -&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;WHO I am really matters not. Who I was matters still less. We do not carry our Earthly positions with us into the Spirit world. My Earthly importance I left behind me. My Spiritual worth is what counts now, and that, my good friend, is far below what it should be and what it can be. Thus much as to who I am. As to who I was, I should like to give some details concerning my mental attitude prior to my passing here into the world of Spirit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the rest of this beautifully detailed report, go &lt;a href="http://www.thenewearth.org/LifeAfterDeath.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-1705017486670485452?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/1705017486670485452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=1705017486670485452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1705017486670485452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/1705017486670485452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-after-death-in-worlds-unseen.html' title='Life After Death in the Worlds Unseen'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1B55cdTGEdk/TcQKca3SPJI/AAAAAAAAAng/QvwmvM2ZfLE/s72-c/Fractal_Art_Flowerings_29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-4911278677640011133</id><published>2011-04-28T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:11:27.589-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the ego-mind from The Risen</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbMYi8KONIo/TbmDRCmCmNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BUaQdeCCvA4/s1600/soilfractal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbMYi8KONIo/TbmDRCmCmNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BUaQdeCCvA4/s320/soilfractal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soilyourself.org/2011/01/fractals-in-soil-science.html"&gt;Fractals in Soil Science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;denial&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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. This feeling is not authored by Authentic Self and so is inauthentic to us, which we feel as a discomfort. This discomfort is little more than psychic effluvium, but because of our agreement to live by the rules of an inauthentic personality, we accept its idea that this feeling is something called “fear” and that we should act in a prescribed way when sensing it. (Chapter 10, p. 76)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-4911278677640011133?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/4911278677640011133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=4911278677640011133' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4911278677640011133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/4911278677640011133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-on-ego-mind-from-risen.html' title='More on the ego-mind from The Risen'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HbMYi8KONIo/TbmDRCmCmNI/AAAAAAAAAnc/BUaQdeCCvA4/s72-c/soilfractal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8795417227184599767</id><published>2011-04-22T07:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T07:52:51.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reiki for the Unsuspecting</title><content type='html'>Dearest friend Melvin Morse seems to have recently developed into some kind of Reiki Master, or Adept, or Swami, or whatever they're called . . . and created this instructional video meant to put the humor back into learning . . . I think.&amp;nbsp; He shared:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can spoof Reiki as we are having fairly excellent results with a Energy Healing group that I have started.&lt;br /&gt;We get together in the evening by Skype and do group energy healing on patients. We use objective parameters of success and work with their physicians. However, we sometimes need a good laugh too. Hope you enjoy it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="340" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cf683hiSCaQ" title="YouTube video player" width="430"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8795417227184599767?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8795417227184599767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8795417227184599767' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8795417227184599767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8795417227184599767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/reiki-for-unsuspecting.html' title='Reiki for the Unsuspecting'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/cf683hiSCaQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3053922207251869596</id><published>2011-04-21T11:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T23:34:03.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Acknowledging Grief</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpBiZjO9sr8/TbBOxP7ojII/AAAAAAAAAnE/mc0UdnI0DjM/s1600/tears4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpBiZjO9sr8/TbBOxP7ojII/AAAAAAAAAnE/mc0UdnI0DjM/s320/tears4.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical medium, Alexander Stewart, shares in his &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Extraordinary-Journey-Memoirs-Physical-Medium/dp/0955705061/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1303398486&amp;amp;sr=8-2"&gt;autobiography &lt;/a&gt;about his almost unbearable grief at the sudden death of his sister. He bravely acknowledges that, in spite of his many decades of direct experience of materialized Risen and their voices, their touch, their teaching, his sense of loss and bereavement was not lessened in any way, and there is an almost desperate, unconscious plea beneath his words of hope that all his knowledge that we survive will somehow come to his aide . . . . and it hasn't, yet . . . he is still waiting to feel grief transformed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I saw on television that the journalist Tim Hetherington was killed by shelling in Libya - Chris Hondros, a NYC photographer, was with him and was also transitioned -&amp;nbsp; truly a terrible tragedy for their families and colleagues. Although I don't know these people, just seeing Mr. Hetherington's photo and hearing the name "Tim" made me cry quite heavily, and I offered the prayer I always send for the newly transitioned, "May the souls of Tim and Chris rest in peace, and may everlasting life shine upon them."&amp;nbsp; But why was I crying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, it was hearing the word "Tim" and seeing the photo of someone who resembled Tim in many ways. Even with all my experience that has erased all doubts that we survive the event called "death", with all my physical contacts with Tim, and all my near-constant mental contact with him - my physical, material, terrestrial &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;body &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;has its own feelings, reactions and responses. The body has its own memories. This demonstrates that grief is a process on many levels.&amp;nbsp; In the Risen, we say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"There are those on the earth who contend that human fear and pain are “illusions” of some sort. This might make sense as certain truths on greater spiritual planes. Yet how many among us have grown to such advanced levels of being while having to move and breathe in our daily lives on earth? It is appropriate to say that for most of us, an inseparable part of the human experience is the pain that emerges from having human bodies. For most people, bodily discomfort and emotional worry often result in more complex and persistent forms of pain and fear, causing us to feel helpless, hopeless, and demoralized, which together comprise the experience of earthly suffering. Perhaps while we’re still on the earth we may eventually be able to learn and comprehend enough about the continuous flow of universal grace, which, as all religions have said, will undo our suffering. Let us accept that we are good enough as the human beings we are right now, honestly and courageously acknowledging our pain, as well as our beliefs in hopelessness and hopefulness, which are two sides of the same coin of fear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Risen orchestrators of this book acknowledge the tragic feelings of those who are temporarily but still so tangibly left behind on the earth. Not one of us who lives on earth can escape the experience of loss and grief. Human reality is within those still embodied as humans on the earth. Loss and grief are part and parcel of human reality and yet are very divine and inexplicable gifts—to not be able to experience these things would not be human. Yet we can learn and grow to experience that even while the bodies of our loved ones are gone, their reality is still here—not in the past or in the future, but in the present. They have not gone away—they merely seem less accessible for a little while. The human reality that was within them is still within them but in a new and exciting way. They are waiting for us while we are still in our reality, to join them in their realities at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tim, one of the many Risen co-authors of this book, has shared on several occasions that he’s noticed that many embodied people will try to comfort someone in their bereavement by saying something like, “They’re still in your heart.” They might even bring their hand up to hold over their own body’s heart, as if to indicate that the loved one is in an actual physical place. Tim asks us to consider that in making this kind of physical gesture, we are intuitively demonstrating that we are aware on a very deep level of the actual reality of what we are saying. Just as we are in a physical body and in a physical place, so, too, are our loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Feelings of suffering and grief begin with and are fed by thoughts, which are a function and result of something this book will refer to as the ego-mind. The thoughts may be so deep, so subtle, or even wordless that they are hidden from our conscious awareness. The combined presences of the earth-embodied and the Risen can become timeless, and thus powerful enough to dissolve thoughts and thereby release feelings of suffering, which is healing. There is much assistance awaiting us from the Risen, who have ways to help us find this place of timeless power. They can show us that consciously becoming aware of our sense of internal presence is a way out of suffering, and they can help us stop expending energy trying to flee to the past or to the future. With Risen assistance we can become enabled to discover firsthand that the idea of being alone with nobody to help us is but a slight misunderstanding."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My astounding, seemingly miraculous experiences have not made me less sensitive in ways that I can now easily "tolerate" the absence of my loved ones . . . they have made me highly &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; sensitive on spiritual and physical levels. I &lt;i&gt;feel &lt;/i&gt;on those levels more strongly, and increasingly so. This allows me an ever-increasing experience of expansion. The Universe is infinite, and so am I, but apparently there are growing pains. Even Tim has experienced this, and offers his insights into his own process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My present body doesn’t seem to have any place to hold a memory of physical pain. Mental pain, yes, I have that still, and emotional pain—oh boy, even more intense here than on earth! Mental and emotional memories, endless and vast, are still there for me to revisit and relive, even change . . . that’s not quite right. Reassemble . . . still not right. They’re there for me to look at, to play with, and to continue to gain understanding about them until I somehow understand that their usefulness is over. They’re echoes of particular simulate selves that were strongly established in life but fortunately not crystallized."&lt;/blockquote&gt;Grief &lt;i&gt;must &lt;/i&gt;be acknowledged; it &lt;i&gt;must &lt;/i&gt;be opened up to let light in, and the light is often painful at first. But there are seeds awaiting in the darkness for this light, so they can grow, and help us become even more beautiful and angelic in our natures. Speaking the grief, allowing the water process that will bring it up from the great silence into the air and light, into the world, will help to dissipate much of the trapped energy that needs to be released.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3053922207251869596?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3053922207251869596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3053922207251869596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3053922207251869596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3053922207251869596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/acknowledging-grief.html' title='Acknowledging Grief'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GpBiZjO9sr8/TbBOxP7ojII/AAAAAAAAAnE/mc0UdnI0DjM/s72-c/tears4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-8339346185676267682</id><published>2011-04-20T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T12:41:59.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cosmic Serpent</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9w-xkUfBPM/Ta7_xoof0tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vDixCzdzkO8/s1600/cosmicserpent1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9w-xkUfBPM/Ta7_xoof0tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vDixCzdzkO8/s320/cosmicserpent1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Cosmic Serpent" by Pablo Ameringo&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"The most developed science remains a continual becoming."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jean Piaget&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently I'm greatly enjoying Jeremy Narby's book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Cosmic-Serpent-DNA-Origins-Knowledge/dp/0874779642"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Cosmic Serpent: DNA and the Origins of Knowledge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (1999). It only furthers my realization that when we speak of "the complexity of life," it's an understatement to the Nth degree. As we say in &lt;i&gt;The Risen&lt;/i&gt;, "worlds within worlds." The further in you go, the bigger it gets. Do we &lt;i&gt;really &lt;/i&gt;expect to find final, definitive answers? It's almost as if Creator Source, or Something, seeks to distract us by providing never-ending puzzles and mazes. Perhaps they eventually lead back to where we started - our Self. But wouldn't it be fun, as our Self, to then do it all over again, with a brand new perspective and awareness as Authentic Self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy, who's an anthropologist and also a very fine writer, speaks of the visionary art of &lt;a href="http://www.pabloamaringo.com/"&gt;Pablo Ameringo&lt;/a&gt;, a Peruvian shaman-artist, (he transitioned in 2009) who was able to capture his shamanic journey visions in paintings. Shamans all over the world have the same visions of the double-headed serpent - even in Siberia, where there are no snakes - and Jeremy has determined that they are accessing knowledge at the bio-molecular level of DNA, and then bringing it back, primarily for healing purposes. His hypothesis suggest that what scientists call DNA corresponds to the animate essences that shamans say communicate with them and animate all life forms. However, modern biology, he adds, is founded on the notion that nature is &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; animated by an intelligence and therefore cannot communicate. (p. 132)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some shamans use plant-substance induced trances, while others use chanting, drumming, and other techniques. It is clear that the double-headed snake is DNA. Such images of sacred serpents are found in all ancient cultures, including Egypt and the Aborigines of Australia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo's paintings clearly show, at the submicroscopic level, clearly detailed images of DNA, including its spread-out form, chromosomes at a specific phase, and triple helixes of collagen. See the book of his art, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ayahuasca-Visions-Pablo-Amaringo/dp/1556433115"&gt;Ayahuasca Visions&lt;/a&gt;, for nearly unbelievable images.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging about this for a specific reason, which will remain hidden for a bit until more can be revealed. How's that for mystery?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-8339346185676267682?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/8339346185676267682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=8339346185676267682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8339346185676267682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/8339346185676267682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/cosmic-serpent.html' title='The Cosmic Serpent'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J9w-xkUfBPM/Ta7_xoof0tI/AAAAAAAAAnA/vDixCzdzkO8/s72-c/cosmicserpent1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-6349233904030826505</id><published>2011-04-15T10:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:12:00.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More on Rev. Hoyt Robinette: Precipitated Silks</title><content type='html'>Mary Beth Lovecchio, of Reno, Nevada, was kind enough to answer some questions I had with this&amp;nbsp; report about Rev. Hoyt Robinette's physical mediumship, which manifests precipitated spirit pictures on blank squares of silk (see scans below):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"If you were to touch the fronts of the Spirit Cards, you can feel some texture (crayon,flair etc). The spirit cards do not require full darkness, although the Indian Basket in which the cards and pens, crayons, etc are placed is very tightly woven so no light seeps in.&amp;nbsp; Hoyt Robinette (it's taken him over 17 years to develop this form of mediumship) does his demos for approx 25 persons at a time (the same for Spirit Silks). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he was here last year, we rented out the basement of the Buddhist Church so that we could darken the windows and 25 of us sat in rows for the cards.&amp;nbsp; He layers blank 3x5 index cards in aforesaid basket, along with crayons, pens, pencils etc. if pens, the tops are on.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (I KNOW these are blank index cards because I had been with him when he purchased the cards from Walgreens) - He places the lid on the basket, puts it on a small table that stands independently in the front of the room, then proceeds to do clairvoyance for the audience.&amp;nbsp; The basket is not touched while this is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he is done with that, he takes off the lid - empties out the writing implements and starts calling out the names of people present in the audience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each person receives a card with a very lifelike picture on the front of a departed loved one, teacher or guide (I have been present when people have received Jesus photos as well as the Virgin Mary and several other "Roman Catholic" saints.)&amp;nbsp; Along with the person's name, the back contains names of their departed friends, loved ones, spirit guides and teachers.&amp;nbsp; Oddly, my last name is not an easy one to spell; however, it has NEVER been mis-spelled on a Spirit Card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit Silks are done in total darkness (that's why the darkened windows).&amp;nbsp; Again 25 people sit in a semi-circle.&amp;nbsp; On the table in front of the audience, is a tray containing several bottles of inks of varying colors with the tops on... these tops NEVER come off.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't touch these bottles.&amp;nbsp; Hoyt hands out a piece of standard construction paper to everyone, along with an approximately 5" square of clear white silk which has been sewn around the edges to prevent unravelling.&amp;nbsp; There is NOTHING on either side these silks ...&amp;nbsp; The sitters hold the silk square in their laps on top of the construction paper while Hoyt again does clairvoyance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon completion, Hoyt goes around to each sitter with a flashlight covered with a red gel to view the silks, upon which have materialized very lifelike faces of departed persons or animals, some known to the sitter, some not known.&amp;nbsp; (I have been very lucky to be able to recognize faces on each silk I've gotten.&amp;nbsp; Our friend Lisa even had Dennis Hopper on hers - and he had only transitioned 2 days prior to our sitting.)&amp;nbsp; The sitters are instructed to roll the silk in the construction paper (secured with a small rubber band) and keep it rolled up for at least 12 hours - 24 hours is better.&amp;nbsp; Then, to frame the silk and keep it out of direct sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus is the story of Spirit Cards and Spirit Silks.&amp;nbsp; If you EVER hear of Hoyt appearing nearby - or even far away - get yourselves there ... you won't regret it"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plFJNzaws68/TahQ_wmzdtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/m3q3oC-BwcA/s1600/satanta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plFJNzaws68/TahQ_wmzdtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/m3q3oC-BwcA/s320/satanta.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Satanta, a Spirit Guide"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i8cLSDzkz0/TahRS_WKOtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0SvgFP3PWTU/s1600/ben+and+rudy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4i8cLSDzkz0/TahRS_WKOtI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0SvgFP3PWTU/s320/ben+and+rudy.jpg" width="191" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ben and Rudy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHhXsgq7Jn4/TahYsGkQZrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/X7FvKn1HwKY/s1600/back+of+satanta+and+ben+rudy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SHhXsgq7Jn4/TahYsGkQZrI/AAAAAAAAAm4/X7FvKn1HwKY/s320/back+of+satanta+and+ben+rudy.jpg" width="309" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backs of Satanta and Ben and Rudy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAjFJLG5Pwg/TahY5STHDYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TkEHR_36-Rg/s1600/tom+dog+marge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAjFJLG5Pwg/TahY5STHDYI/AAAAAAAAAm8/TkEHR_36-Rg/s320/tom+dog+marge.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Details of Silk&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;"The last card shows my dearest friend Tom and his dog, Marge; my husband, John; my grandparents and my daughter Veronica whom I lost as a newborn as she looks today.&amp;nbsp; The man on the bottom I believe is a teacher in spirit as I've never met him on this plane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Beth can be emailed &lt;a href="mailto:maybelov@sbcglobal.net"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-6349233904030826505?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/6349233904030826505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=6349233904030826505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6349233904030826505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/6349233904030826505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-on-rev-hoyt-robinette-precipitated.html' title='More on Rev. Hoyt Robinette: Precipitated Silks'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-plFJNzaws68/TahQ_wmzdtI/AAAAAAAAAmw/m3q3oC-BwcA/s72-c/satanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-2135628383416272722</id><published>2011-04-15T09:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T09:49:38.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Physical Mediumship information</title><content type='html'>I'm currently much enjoying the autobiography,&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Extraordinary-Journey-Memoirs-Physical-Medium/dp/0955705061/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1302873524&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;An Extraordinary Journey: The Memoirs of a Physical Medium&lt;/a&gt;, about Stewart Alexander, who I believe has recently retired from many years of an ongoing circle that sat for physical mediumship phenomena. His life story contains accounts of many experiences, invaluable for documenting other physical mediums he had worked with who have been largely forgotten. (See also, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Experiences-Mediumship-Associated-Phenomena-Alexander/dp/0951453483/ref=pd_bxgy_b_img_b"&gt;Experiences of Trance, Physical Mediumship and Associated Phenomena with the Stewart Alexander Circle Parts 1 and 2&lt;/a&gt;, by Katie Halliewell.) One of the largely forgotten mediums the author speaks fondly of is Hunter Selkirk, born in 1900 in the coal mining district of the English County Durham. There was a book written about him, "Listen, My Son" published by the Craghead Village Spiritualist Church, apparently still in print, but which I've not been able to find; however there is some &lt;a href="http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/seance/78/selkirk.htm"&gt;information &lt;/a&gt;about him on the internet that is fascinating to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physical mediumship, which was once quite prominent in the early-mid 20th century, had mostly disappeared by the end of the century, but appears to be having a resurgence around the world, notably David Thompson and the &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/hoodcj1/Silvercord/Welcome_to_COSC.html"&gt;Circle of the Silver Cord&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp; and Kai Mugge's &lt;a href="http://felixcircle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Felix Experiment Group&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://montcabirol.com/"&gt;Yellow Cloud Circle of Eternal Illumination&lt;/a&gt;, for excellent modern examples. &lt;a href="http://www.thescoleexperiment.com/"&gt;The Scole Group&lt;/a&gt;, although unfortunately discontinued, is legendary as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also privileged to be in close contact with one of the five known physical mediumship circles in the U.S., which has sat privately for some years, and is known for the many hundreds of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Apport"&gt;apports &lt;/a&gt;gifted to them by spirit. The facilitator of the group recently showed me these astounding objects, which includes hundreds of old coins and significant documents from other countries, as well as a fine collection of little cars and trucks brought by one of their team's spirits, a little boy who loves to play and share. More ti come about this circle in the future as well as a report about a special private event I'll be attending for physical mediumship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-2135628383416272722?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/2135628383416272722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=2135628383416272722' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2135628383416272722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/2135628383416272722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/physical-mediumship-information.html' title='Physical Mediumship information'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-3654278168597206712</id><published>2011-04-10T17:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T17:54:57.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Issue of Paranthropology</title><content type='html'>Here is the link to the latest issue of &lt;a href="http://www.box.net/shared/50b47tesl4"&gt;Paranthropology&lt;/a&gt;, which features articles from Andy Robert, David Luke, Jean Millay, Mark A. Schroll, Robert M. Schoch and others. The issue is called "Psi and the Psychedelic Experience".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August's paper, &lt;a href="http://therisenbooks.com/Documents/Standards_of_Care_Mediumship_1-9.pdf"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Disparity of a “Standards of Care” for Spirit Mediumship as a Permissible Behavioral Health Care Profession&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, was published in the &lt;a href="http://paranthropology.weebly.com/newsletter.html"&gt;first issue&lt;/a&gt; this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-3654278168597206712?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/3654278168597206712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=3654278168597206712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3654278168597206712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/3654278168597206712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/new-issue-of-paranthropology.html' title='New Issue of Paranthropology'/><author><name>August Goforth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06748210350055902472</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b2KMBq3RruI/S226cTtzaCI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IHGfj5eITyI/S220/RisenCove+Website.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20244508.post-360665059170312208</id><published>2011-04-10T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T15:59:49.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More recent photos of ectoplasm ...</title><content type='html'>... as reported by &lt;a href="http://felixcircle.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Felix Experimental Group&lt;/a&gt;, a physical manifestation circle in Germany that is having amazing results and progress. We send them our wishes for continued success and blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Dialogues of Love, Grief, &amp; Survival Beyond Death — 21st Century Reports from the Afterlife through Contemplative, Intuitive, &amp; Physical Mediumship.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20244508-360665059170312208?l=augustgoforth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/feeds/360665059170312208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20244508&amp;postID=360665059170312208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/360665059170312208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20244508/posts/default/360665059170312208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://augustgoforth.blogspot.com/2011/04/more-r
