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Thich Nhat Hanh

One of the few men I truly admire on this planet. Unlike so many, here is a man who actually walks within his words.

by Thich Nhat Hanh: The Order of Interbeing (Tiep Hien) was formed by the Vietnamese monk Thich Nhat Hanh in the mid-1960’s… at a time when the Vietnam War was escalating and the teachings of the Buddha were desperately needed to combat the hatred, violence, and divisiveness enveloping his country. On the full moon day…

via The 14 Principles Of Engaged Buddhism – Thich Nhat Hanh — Awaken

The After Life . . .

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After having a conversation on the internet with a couple of born again Christians about the afterlife I began to wonder how many people there are on this planet who believe the party line when it comes to Heaven and Hell and the afterlife. I figure there are probably zillions, but I’m not one of them. Even during my ‘balls to the wall’ Christian days I never believed a lot of the mainline Christian doctrine. So, what am I saying? Simply that from the very beginning of my search for reality, the Christian religion has led me down a steep and winding trail.  

I came impulsively into religion because I was seeking meaning and safety in a life that was quite frankly steam rolling out of control. I was an American therefore I chose Christianity. Had I been born and bred in Afghanistan I would have chosen the Muslim religion. Born elsewhere I may have become Hindu . . . Buddhist . . . etc.

Now, on the social level I have no doubt the church is an important charitable organization. It does many worthy things such as feeding the poor and homeless. It instills hope in depressed and dependant people. It is a beacon of light to the drunk, the druggy, the true believer . . . and so on. I honor her for that, but . . . by taking an exclusivity stance on truth and reality . . . by saying it’s her way or the highway to Hell she’s turned a lot of people off, especially the young, and us old folks who have enough experience under our belts can see the fallacies in that kind of belief system.

On the spiritual level I believe the church to be a revolving door. A door  that forces you all the days of your life, to move endlessly within her small and exclusive circle. If you have a question that deserves a deeper look and that question is outside church doctrine, you are silenced by the ‘you must have faith’ or the ‘God moves in mysterious ways’ clause. I had too many questions and it didn’t take long to find out there was no room for me at the inn.

 One of my questions was this fairy tale story on the afterlife . . . Hell is a lake of fire, your eternal destination if you are a sinner. Heaven is a perfect place where you sit with Jesus, eat all day and walk on streets paved in gold for exercise.  

That’s what we have been taught right? Yeah, but maybe that ain’t the way it is at all, maybe death and the afterlife is entirely different than any of that, maybe you haven’t escaped the curse of Hell just by saying “I believe” . . .  maybe instead, you will find yourself quietly screaming as you awaken to the afterlife in a dark and dreary place you cannot escape, no matter how hard you cry out for Jesus and Joel Olsteen, or the pope, or pastor Bob. Maybe the dark place, no matter how hard you try, will remain quiet to your fervent prayers. . . maybe, Who really knows?

Well actually there have been thousands of people who have had an out of body experience and some who have actually gone into the other dimensions and returned to tell about it. What they have to say is astounding in it’s clarity. Warning notice: . . .  If your glass is already filled or you are sitting comfortably within a religious bubble. . .  you might want to stop here because you may get offended if you don’t.          

I think when it comes to the afterlife, the bible is close in its assumption, but it leaves a lot to interpretive imagination, and the church has pretty much made up the rest of it. The sad part is that all these assumptions could be very dangerous for you as they will keep you from the realization that after we depart the death bed we are totally responsible for where we end up.

(My) reality is that I am in essence a multidimensional spiritual being that has chosen to abide upon this planet for a period of time so that I can experience/learn something. When my borrowed earth body wears out and begins its return back to the natural elements, I will revert back to my soul body and I become just like I was before my incursion. I will return to the astral plane and take up residency upon the same vibrational frequency I was on when my flesh body died away.

Imagine a guitar that consists of six strings with each one tuned to a certain vibration. Each vibration is on a different level high to low. We too, exist on a vibrational scale. Back in the hippie days when a person was an asshole he/she was said to give off bad vibes and those bad vibes made people wary while a person who gave off good vibes made people feel comfortable.

Did you ever walk into a room where a marital battle was taking place and feel the charged atmosphere even though both parties were now faking marital bliss? Bad vibes. Or meet a person that even though he was smiling and gracious, gave off bad vibes you could feel two feet away?

Sure you have, we all have. Fact is it is impossible for a person vibrating on a higher, or lower frequency NOT to subsciously manifest the reality of that frequency.     

Bottom line is that as we live on this planet we are now in the process of creating our after life. We are creators . . . we create our tomorrows by the thoughts and actions that we take today. Nobody gets away free and clear from their creative actions . . . no body.

And when we die? We go exactly to the vibrational frequency  we have created while here on Earth. . . . If we were self serving and evil we end up vibrating on a dark and lonely frequency for as long as it takes to raise ourselves up and out onto a higher plane of existence . . . the higher you go the more profound and wonderful your existence will become. That, in my opinion, is the reality behind the false promises religion has for us.

As we raise our vibration good things happen to us . . . if we follow Christian teaching good things also happen to us . . . BUT if we follow church doctrine only and become a chosen one full of self righteousness and harshly judgemental? Guess what?

I’ll stop here and introduce you to a little old man who has a great story to tell about consciousness and the Astral plane and the many dimensional levels of life upon it. . . .  J

This is only one part of a four part interview . . . the others are on YouTube if you choose to watch them.

The following video is a further explanation to the question . . . Who am I?

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Free Your Spirit . . .

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The Tao of Coffee

Two scholars spent the better part of an afternoon in a local Portland Starbucks arguing the theories of Evolution versus Creationism. Getting nowhere, they took the advice of the Chinese guy working there and decided to drive to the beach near Astoria to visit a sage named Chung Lee who reputedly had the answers.

The following morning they took off for the beach. Upon arrival, they soon found his cottage hidden amongst the coastal dunes. Although the cottage was empty they spotted the old sage not far away sitting on a high dune facing out to sea.

After approaching him, the old man turned, directed his eyes upon them and asked, “Where’s the coffee?” (more…)

Open Your Heart . . .

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Everybody at some time in their life has a moment of truth, a life changing experience where they begin to see things differently than before it happened. Sometimes it is a huge catastrophic event, while others it may result from the simplest of things.

I have had a few monster awakenings in my rather chaotic life, but the following is way strange for a guy like me, at least for the guy that I perhaps pretended to be. . . .

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Beauty In The Night . . .

 

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This story is true . . . I swear.

It was late Friday evening and I’d just walked in the door after a hard afternoon shift at the local factory. I don’t remember exactly where she got the idea, but as soon as I sat down on the couch Patti pulled a game board out of a shopping bag. “Want to have some fun?” she said.

”What’s that?”

”A Ouija board.”

“Ouija board?”

“Yeah, you sit across from each other and ask it questions. You hold one side of this thing, (she held a small rectangular pointer with three legs in her hand) and I hold the other,” she explained. “Then you ask it a question and it will move around the board spelling out an answer from the spirit world.”

“Ok, let’s see if it works,” I said halfheartedly. (more…)

Get A Job . . .

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The importance of this little story is not to tell you why I am a carpenter. It goes far deeper then that.

If you are young and rebellious and discouraged as I was when I left the military and joined the work force, fear not. There is a place for you. All you need to do is not be afraid to search and find it.

When I was a young man I quit every job I had within a very short time. I never had a deep love for money and I hated to go to work because it interfered with my partying. I said, “the hell with that, “I’ll be a bum,” . . . and I pretty much was.

But I was also too proud to take handouts . . . so I reluctantly became a working bum. I worked odd jobs, took care of myself, never asked anybody for anything, but in my heart I didn’t have what it took to be a bum. I didn’t know what I wanted actually, and for the few years before and after 1970 I just existed.

Then one day after taking an odd job I discovered how much I loved pounding nails and building things. From that time on I was a carpenter. . . and proud of it.

I enjoyed getting up early in the morning and driving to the job site. I enjoyed the ruggedness, the camaraderie, the long hours in freezing temperatures or baking in the hot sun. . . it was me, it was mine. I had found my path.

They told me that in order to be to be a journeyman carpenter I had to join the union and become an apprentice for four years. I said, “the hell with that.”

I went to the library and spent one whole Alaskan winter studying the craft of carpentry. The following Spring when building picked up, I bull shitted my way onto a framing crew building houses and never looked back.

I worked hard, continued my studies, and after a lot of on-the-job training, I learned all the various phases of carpentry and became a home builder in my own right. I started my own company and built houses for many years . . . then I moved to furniture, music instruments, and various other things.

Today as a retired gentleman of leisure, I still enjoy building stuff and I swear one day I’m gonna go back in the woods and build myself a tree house. . . . may next Spring.

That’s just me. That’s what I did because it fit my personality, but that was my bliss . . . and believe me, following the money trail is a dead end street regardless of your portfolio’s size. Life is only worth the effort if you, like Joseph Campbell said, follow your bliss.

The Piano . . .

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When I designed and built this cabin my wife and I now live in, I added onto it a 12×14 foot library. It has an arched entry from the main room, two walls of windows, and one wall full of books on shelves. Taking up most of the wall facing the interior of the cabin there sat a mahogany piano that we bought on a whim while shopping for furnishings.

The piano was old, but top of the line. It’s tone reminded one of Vaudeville and the glory days of a honky tonk saloon. It looked good, fit well into the informality of the room, but there was one thing wrong . . . it was a very sad piano.

Day after day she sat there along the back wall of the sunlit room, alone and forlorn, silently waiting for somebody to at least run their fingers across her keys . . . but nobody did. When I walked by on the way to a book I could feel her sadness, but as I was too busy doing other things, I ignored her anyway. (more…)

My Dream

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I had a dream last night and I want to share it because well, most of my dreams vacillate between violent and very violent . . .  and this one was ‘Sound Of Music’ wonderful for me. . . . almost like a vision quest. . . damn, if I was an Indian I would know it was time to leave the mountain . . .

I wrote it all down in a couple minutes and only edited enough so my daughter could understand it. . . . . anyways (more…)

The Hippies

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Attempting to write about the hippies is akin to a young soldier hunkered down on Omaha Beach attempting to write about the battle surrounding him. He hears it, but all he sees is the sky above his head.

To give the battle proper perspective, every man taking part, including the enemy, would have to have his story told also because every guy had a different story and every story was just as viable as the next if the truth was to be unadulterated by personal bias.

To tell the whole and honest story about the counter culture would be just as difficult . . . and quite honestly I don’t have the talent to do it. I was there. I experienced it first hand, but like the soldier on Omaha Beach I can only tell my part of a story that is so big, so diverse, that for the whole thing to be written the reader would have a hard time carrying the book it was written in. (more…)

The Hippies (part 2)

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My first acid trip

Many things have been written about the late sixties, some say if you were really there you wouldn’t remember them, but I was there and I remember.

The decade between 1965 and 1975 was a pivotal point in the history of our nation. The horror of Vietnam, and getting caught red handed in one monumental lie after another had placed our government center stage on everybody’s shit list. By the Fall of 1973 when ‘tricky Dick’ Nixon spouted his now famous one liner on TV concerning Watergate, “I am not a crook.” nobody believed him. He WAS a crook, as well as a liar when he promised to end the war and instead broadened it into Cambodia. He was a dick all right . . . a dickHEAD.

Many of us young folks, after realizing we were being ripped off, broke ties with the establishment and dedicated ourselves to the Utopian dream of peace and love instead of war and hate. For some of us, this was heavy, happy stuff, tantamount to be being born again. (more…)