Have You Realized The Profundity Of Our True Nature? — Collective Evolution

As human beings we love to create borders and boundaries. They make us feel safe, or worthy, or special . . . BUT what if those boundaries don’t really exist at all, what if on the day we shed this earthly body all our boundaries stay behind and are buried with it? What then?

Who we really are has been staring us in the face the whole time. Take a look at your body, but look at it from a completely impersonal perspective; free of any thought about it at all. Without labels like arms and legs; without any sense of ownership, just as it is. Look in the…

via Have You Realized The Profundity Of Our True Nature? — Collective Evolution

The White Room

What if, when I die to my present physical life, I pass on over to the other side only to find myself standing alone in a pure white and vibrating void . . . a void that is soon transformed into a reality perfectly suited to the vibration I carried in my conscience while here on earth?

With no individual brain to manipulate, no way to phony myself up, no false faces, or uniforms, or ways to cover up my true nature . . . my true nature becomes the (post physical) reality of who I truly am.

No Jesus or Mohammed or any other savior will be there to defend me, no righteous God to condemn me, no flock of virgins to please me, no street of gold or a self filling bottle of wine . . . nothing. . . but a creation of my own making.

I would then realize (if I chose to escape my new reality) that I should have done the job that was set before me while in the physical body, but with all the distractions confronting me, I didn’t take the time to do it.

Now, I realize my only hope will be to return again into that realm of time and space for yet another go around as an individual entity . . .

Whats in YOUR wallet? . . . . Will you be content in your new, (after death) reality? Is this a scary proposition to you? Now’s the time to do something about it. Once on the other side you may have to live for a long time within the parameters you have set for yourself, among souls just like your greedy, selfish, self centered, little self.

Personally I have a LOT of homework to do . . .

The Philosophy of the Free-Range Human — The Mind Unleashed

“I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for everything I do. I am free, no matter what rules surround me. If I find them tolerable, I tolerate them; if I find them too obnoxious, I break them. I am free because I know that I alone am morally responsible for…

via The Philosophy of the Free-Range Human — The Mind Unleashed

Break The Matrix (Chapter Two)

Choke Points

Although this writing may at first sound like just another expose of conspiracies, I can assure you it is not. Yes, the globalists are guilty of fomenting many dark conspiracies on their way to the top, but they are proud of what they are doing and openly admit to doing it. They see themselves and their one world government as the only hope for mankind and believe completely in the philosophy that ‘the end justifies the means’. . . that means they are willing to do whatever it takes to further their agenda to have total control and domination over us. If these are conspiracies, they are being fomented in broad daylight. (more…)

Break The Matrix (introduction)

  Introduction

While we live this earth is our place. If there is a Heaven it will
be here. If there is a Hell it will be here. Poisoned or perfect . . .
it is up to us.

I do not pretend to know what awaits us on the other side of
this life, but I am convinced we have been created on this
planet at this time to care for and help restore her delicate
balance. At the present time we are not living up to that calling
and are about to face a full frontal environmental breakdown.

(more…)

Break The Matrix(Chapter One)

Mental Conditioning

I wonder if any of those guys in the matrix who decided to save the world from communism, even considered what long lasting effects Agent Orange would have on the countries of Vietnam and Cambodia during their American war. Or how many
millions upon millions of life forms our planes would destroy while carpet bombing the Laotian Plain of Jars.

I wonder if they even cared that they not only killed 58,000 of our own, but an estimated 1 to 3 million peasants and soldiers who farmed or fought or merely lived there. I wonder what Henry Kissinger (a long time member of the matrix) thought as he was lolly gagging his way to a cease fire in Paris. (more…)

Water

hot

Across the planet we are quickly running out of free potable water and it’s time we do something about it. The day is soon coming when all fresh water will be owned by a corporation who will have no problem charging us to drink it. If you think I am wrong research Nestle Corp. and their current actions . . . that should be enough to convince you. The fact that the corporations are going after the aquifers now should give us ample evidence that they are worried about availability. . . and this article itself is downright scary . . . . . privatization

“Yeah,” but what can we do about it”?

There are many ways to handle this situation, but for now I am working on conserving what we have by promoting something we all can get our minds around . . . the compost toilet. Today in America roughly 25% of our fresh water usage is used to carry a small turd down a long pipe way to deposit it into a septic tank. This is a huge amount of overkill to a rational person. . . . BUT

Because we Americans are SO squeamish when it comes to our waste we approve of this and see it as a fine and proper way to be dealing with a disgusting subject.  This poop stuff might make great party joke material, but every serious minded modern person is quite content to carry on with this ‘out of sight – out of mind’ approach forever, but guess what folks . . . the parties just about over. Fresh water will soon be in short supply . . . and already is in many parts of this country.  . . . toilet water usage  

Today the composting toilet has come a long way towards coming out as the prime way to dispose of our waste. Not by spending thousands of dollars to hide it, but by recycling our waste and using it to fertilize our plants, trees and ultimately after a year or so, our gardens.

We country dwellers should have no problem at all making the switch and many have already done so. All we need do is just buy or build a compost toilet and set it up. The city planners will have to think a bit deeper, but many are doing that already also.

city composting toilets

Why give Monsanto the OK to poison our planet with their toxic chemicals when a little bit of humanure fertilizer will do the job better, cheaper, cleaner, and far more beneficial? It’s a no brainer . . .

I built myself a really nice toilet for roughly 65.00 total including a bale of horse bedding and the required buckets. I am, at the moment, working on a better way to separate the liquid from the solid (it’s not so difficult) and then, once perfected, I will have some for sale for about 175.00 apiece. I will also have pictures and free prints available on this blog as a PDF for those who want to build their own compost toilet.

If you want a manufactured device I’d suggest the Nature’s Head for starters. natures head It gets good reviews and is a bit more advanced and simplified than the originals.

Regardless how you go about it (and I know it’s hard to believe) these things do not stink as much as your flush toilet! . . . honest to God . . . if you set them up properly you will think when you use it, that you are in heaven. . .

If that’s not good enough to convince you, instead of heaven . . . welcome to the coming hell of a dried up planet. . . water Armageddon 

 

Space-Time and Non-duality

If death delivers us from the binding constricts of time and space . . . why fear death when it is no more than a ticket back to the singularity of our one true home?

Like the guy says, as we get so easily lost in words, language has no way of revealing these truths to us, BUT meditation does.

The Tao Te Ching gives the best thought I believe . . . in the first chapter when it says:

(my interpretation, there are others more true to the original chinese I am sure))

Before the beginning there was the Unknown.

At the beginning the Unknown split into two parts.

One part remained the unknown, the other formed the (time and space) heavens and the earth.

Man, unable to understand the Unknown, either worships it or denies it’s existence.

There are some things in life that must be experienced in order to understand them.

Listening to music.

The taste of a fresh peach.

The touch of a lover.

The scent of fresh rain in a forest.

The view from the top of a mountain.

In all these cases, to deprive the senses from experiencing, is to deprive the knowing.

The Tao must also be experienced.

Give her a name and she becomes a religion.

Ignore her and she will never cease knocking at your door.

The purpose for time and space is for us to experience the wonders and the beauty of that unknown singularity from which we came . . . what we have created, because of the laws of duality governing it, is chaos . . . our chaos, our doing, our responsibility to fix it, nurture it, and restore it.

Time and space are one of the greatest conundrums of both science and philosophy, and have been so since we began to think about them self-reflectively. Many, especially in physics, see space-time as an objective thing, which can be bent and twisted. Others, namely in Eastern philosophy, see time and space as illusions, narratives in…

via The Linguistic Demon of Space-Time — Science and Nonduality

The Rainmakers

anger

 

 

Standing alone
In the freezing rain
Among the insane
There is no pain
There is no gain.

The thrill of the fight
The rush while in flight,
Away we go . . . into the night.

Standing alone
Wanting to scream
But it’s not easy to scream
In this fucked up dream.

Where the bullets are slow
And my barrel is bent.
And my target
Will never stay down.

Standing alone
In the rain
Among the crying, among the dying
Watching war go round.

Again-and again-and again.

 

Suicide

imagine

Reading a lot about suicide lately I began to wonder, instead of Anthony Bourdain, what it would take for me to do the deed, because at one time in my youth I could have. When I was younger (in the late 60’s) I went through a time when I thought it would be a good idea to off myself, but then I ran away from my problem and got stoned for a couple of years instead.

When I got older I realized that the suicidal thoughts began because I had expected too much from this decidedly fractured society. I was too good for this place and I was drowning in a huge portion of self pity and self righteousness.

I had the strong belief in America and the people who ran it . . . false deduction #1.

I had a strong belief that my marriage was ordained by God and my ex and I were solidly behind one another . . . false deduction #2.

I believed that I was a tough guy who could handle anything . . . false deduction #3.

I wanted to kill myself and make a statement to everybody for taking me for granted. This act would teach them all a good lesson. . . false deduction #4

I wanted to kill myself because I thought I had reached the end of my rope and had nowhere else to turn .  . . wrong deduction #5

One day after a strong psychedelic experience, after a ‘coming to Jesus’ experience, after dropping all that religious stuff and having a ‘coming to Jim’ experience . . . I began to see our lives here on this dimension had never been created for our ease or our prosperity . . . we were here to learn and to experience as much as possible during our short stay upon these shores.

I learned that karma rules the affairs of men and as I give I will receive. No longer looking for love, I began to see how necessary it was to share to the best of my ability the love that I have within myself with others.

I learned that I was responsible for my actions and if I found myself behind the eightball, chances were I had placed myself there. I quit being a victim and worked towards being a warrior . . . not as I did earlier in my life, but in a spiritual sense. Not in over the top religion, but by quietly following the pathway called kindness. Not by making a spectacle of myself in any direction, but by being there for anyone who crossed my path. (regardless of race, color or creed).

Today as an old man I see nothing but chaos surrounding me in every direction and I seldom leave the confines of my front porch . . . but if anybody comes by I will sit and talk with them, give them a beer or a cup coffee and listen to their complaints without judgement or preachy direction. . . and that old lady who just smacked me in the ass with her grocery cart? I will spin around and give her a smile (though a bit disingenuous)

Today life is great and suicide is far from my mind because I know this life has never been meant to be a rose garden, . . . it’s a battlefield brother, not a recreation room. It’s a fight and not a game. When I fall down, I’m gonna get up because I didn’t start out to play . . . I think we need to learn that.