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ANYTHING WORTH EXPLAINING CANNOT BE EXPLAINED

ANYTHING WORTH EXPLAINING CANNOT BE EXPLAINED

       

          It’s worth reading Walt Whitman every few years… no need to read all of him. His book’s an ocean, as all great books are. There is no real beginning and end and there doesn’t need to be.
         I think of his phrase:

ROADS FOR TRAVELLING SOULS


and it rings inside me like a bell.

         People worry and argue about the distance to the stars or what exactly the soul is. And where God was at such and such a time and
exactly what name he/she used at that time, and what preceded X and what followed Y. None of this is useful in spiritual realms.
         We know that certain things are true and we get a sense of how the universe moves and
realities become apparent.
          A friend dies on his deathbed. And you are across an ocean. But at the very same instant as his death you have a dream of him,
a hearty greeting and not really a farewell.
          Whether we call it spirit or a soul, certain points of consciousness travel across this earth, and these points of consciousness move. And, yes, we know there is death, but certain points of consciousness never die for long.
           How does this work?  Well, we have the small ego and then we have the big Mind. Egos come and go, but the Mind abides forever. 
           In the Realization (foundation experience) one goes through a change of identity… identity becomes Identity.
           
           Now these things cannot be explained and rational thought cannot encompass the meaning of these things. Nature is fluid and ever-changing, and this is true of our own natures, and yet there is a constant.
          What are the constants in this world.

           (1) change is a constant;
            (2) the speed of light is said to be a                              constant;
             (3) the nature of Realization is also
                    a constant.

Arguing specifics achieves nothing. Rational thought is how we build tools, but it is not how we apprehend reality.

             I don’t have time to argue semantics.
If you want to argue time and place and the names of the part of God that was there at that specific time – you’re in the wrong class.

ANYTHING WORTH EXPLAINING CANNOT BE EXPLAINED.

             We are not studying analytics. We are learning focus so that we can get where we
want to go.





(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

TYRANTS AND GNOMES, POWERLUSTS AND HELPLESSNESS MANIPULATIONS

TYRANTS AND GNOMES, POWERLUSTS AND HELPLESSNESS MANIPULATIONS

    TYRANTS AND GNOMES, POWER-LUSTS AND 

HELPLESSNESS MANIPULATIONS

As far as I’m concerned, the most powerful dramas emerge from those murky smells, feelings and closet-corners of childhood. These are the dramas we tend to re-enact through our lives.
We all have such repressed dramas from the personal pre-history of our childhoods.

Why do we want to uncover these monsters from the deep?
Why? It’s because these monsters bring treasure with them. The sort of treasure that can re-awaken passion in our lives, sexual passion is very dear. We are talking about the truths expressed in fairy tales
Also, there is this fact – the repressed emotions, fears and power-lusts that are suppressed with the suppression of a fetish – these repressed feelings are the wellsprings of all parts of our lives. This is uncontested.

Why don’t we unlock these doors hidden deep in our psyches?  It is often because our ego-states in childhood cannot bear to unveil the shame and guilts repressed. We continue
these repressions into adulthood… we maintain the same fears.
But when we are adults, we are strong enough to open these dark doors, if we have the assistance of a sexual partner.
These fetishes and neurotic repetitions are deeply embarrassing – so they are the very last things we want to face.
These repressed experiences are highly-charged. And once a door is opened, all kinds of energy is released into our lives, not just sexual energy.

You don’t study this stuff unless you have no choice. Obviously I had no choice. I appear to be subject to 3 or 4
fetishes at least. Usually these fetishes are inter-related, but not always…

Remember, neurotic cycles of repetition can become repressed psychotic cycles of repetition… and it is out of such unconscious repetitive madnesses of suppression that serial killers are born.
So it is necessary for us to understand such things, to put our arms into the writhing snake-barrel of emotions and emerge with the gold… It is exceedingly good for us to do this personally.

And at-large socially, it is necessary for us to understand these things and have healers who can deal with those doomed to undergo repeatedly murderous agendas.

People undergo “lives of quiet desperation” primarily because they do not undercover these wellsprings.

***  Often it is the masochist who is in control of
psycho-sexual dramas. This is important for when

       we go on to consider “HELPLESSNESS                     MANIPULATIONS.”

(C) 2017 by W.G. Milne

** This article emerged from a story I published
     called, “LOCKED IN CHASTITY.”

WAS I WRITING THE NEW TESTAMENT?

THE DAILY RANT

Jesus said:   “Why did you come here,
                     to see a reed shaken by the wind? 
And to see a man clothed in soft garments?
See, your kings and great ones are
those who are clothed in soft garments
and they shall not be able to know
the Truth.”
                     “Do you seek for the treasure
which fails not, which endures, 
there where no moth comes near
to devour and where no worm
destroys. Then come out in the desert
and see Me. I am the Light that is
above them all, I am the All, the All
came forth from Me and the All attained
to Me. Cleave a piece of wood: I am there.
Lift up a stone and you will
find Me there.”
            “Find that one Pearl of true
Wealth, and sell all else.”
            “Solitary are the ones
who will enter the Bridal Chamber.”

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INCREASING FOCUS in a world where WE TALK TOO MUCH

INCREASING FOCUS IN A WORLD FULL OF DISTRACTIONS

 

 

 

 

Friday, December 22, 2017

INCREASING FOCUS… in a world where WE TALK TOO MUCH

        The animals don’t talk so much, so a dog’s focus can be better than ours.
          
        You don’t have to build a hut on the top of a cliff, but it worked for me. The important thing is to imbue your Mind, heart and soul
in silence.

        Silence is the greatest doctor of all.

        The other great doctor is laughter. And once you’ve had a whole lot of silence, you’re
going to need the laughter.

         So we’re at the stage where we have to
teach our monkey-like mind to focus. We can’t just stare at the Eye of the cosmos, because we don’t know where that Eye is yet.

         So once again we’re looking for a statement that is difficult to understand,
 yet something that compels our intelligence.
         Here is one such statement that I’ve worked with for years:

 

BEFORE ABRAHAM WAS, I AM.


        Focus on this statement with all your heart and soul and Mind, and you will have a breakthrough.
        No one can tell how long it can take. It’s a matter of passion, the action of no-action, determination, and the  need to answer the question.

        My question was something like – “How can beauty and ugliness be two sides of the same coin?”
         If you’re looking for the answer, you can find your own question.

          Make sure there are no intellectual handles to it… nothing the  ‘philosophical-
rational’  mind can wrestle with. That would be a distraction.

          We’re learning about focus, not distraction. We have too many distractions.

           Imagine the sound of a heavy ball-peen 
hammer hitting a steel anvil. The hammer is swung by a strong, muscular man who knows exactly what he wants to hit.

          This is the kind of sound we want. Or imagine the sound of a heavy, well-built bell
ringing in the core of your Mind.

                     
                               *


          (I want to build just such a bell on the cliff-top. I want the bell to announce the miracle of the Nag Hammadi find.)


           BEFORE ABRAHAM WAS, I AM.






(C)2017 by W.G. Milne

FAIRY GRAIL



fairy grail




there are horrendous
negative influences
in my life
dwarfs and gnomes
who wish me ill
*
I heard the owl
call my name
the owl said:
“run! the bad 
queen is after you
not to mention
the police!”
*
I didn’t feel 
like running
so instead I went
to the Paradise
bar and grill
and there
dreamed
dreams
*
my sister too
had joined the
evil horde
for a time her
mind was taken
over by darker
forces
*
hate and rage
echo down the
halls reverberate
against walls
*
I put on my science
shoes and step upon
the immaculate
deception
*
see visions of
primordial truths
nobody
knew

*
o   o   o

*
what do I do
with this jewel
I bring back from
the nightstream?
*
the rulers and their
daughters are asleep
or at the
hairdressers
or purchasing
this year’s
auto…
*
the chapel of the
night was dark
the skulls
frightening until
you saw their
infinite carved
beauty
*
Miranda gave her
song to me
and whispered
“sing it!”
*
I passed on
through the woods
and saw
the ruined
castle
*
drank the cup
by the evergreen
and tasted the
meanings
*
took the fisher
from his boat
and served him
breakfast
*
saying:
“here these
are oranges from
the south and 
lemons from the
east here are
mushrooms from the
grove and words
from the
deep”
*
I burned a
knife hot and
cauterized his 
wound
*
shot the dragon
of the night
with an
arrow
*
saw pure
motionless light
in the chapel
*
took his daughter’s
hand and
kissed
it
*
went north to
the new land
and stayed there
with the
children
of the bay.

*




       * * * * * * * *


(C)1980-2017 by W.G. Milne


Saturday, December 16, 2017

I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY PLACE

I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY PLACE

  *     

       This is not an enlightened view, or maybe it is… My thinking is that you should get plastered every month or two, at least once.
        It blows out the tubes and clarifies the situation… Ho! Ho!  You know that mad clarity that comes after a 3 day bender?  You can see for miles. But don’t make any important decisions… Because you’re still loaded.
        There are tests and signs, but who cares.
You know when you’re blasted to the gills. No one needs to tell you.  You won’t listen anyway.

        There are different kinds of trips. I just took one into the great beyond.

        Whatever doesn’t blow out half your brain 
cells, makes you stronger.   

        Notice I didn’t say,’makes you smarter’… And with good reason.

         I like to write when I’m hungover because I don’t take myself so seriously. It’s hard to take yourself seriously when there’s a pounding in your head that sounds like someone’s knocking on the door.  And at the end of the dark hallway here… there’s a red EXIT sign.    I know very well it was not there before.

        

      I FEEL LIKE A DOG TOOK MY  PLACE








* I’ve always liked this expression. It used to make me
laugh until I woke up this morning and it was true.



(C)2017 BY W.G. Milne