Re: Doubts even here...
Thanks all once again for some wonderful posts, and especially for opening up and sharing some very personal thoughts and experiences; we can sit here and talk conspiracy and metaphysics until the cows come home, but it's always nice to discuss how it all relates to ourselves and how it affects us within our daily existence. It is the "Human Touch," so to speak. There is another aspect to all of this which I haven't really made mention of yet, but which I have been thinking about this morning. I'm not sure it'll really make that much sense, or even be of that much interest to anyone else, but it is the last piece of the puzzle for me; it is also the hardest piece to put into place--at least, from this 3D perspective.
Some of the other posts here have already made mention of getting in touch with your higher self when looking for direction in life. In my last post, I mentioned about having conflicting desires when making decisions about where to go next in life, and what to do, and how to be; but I've realized that these desires are simply human motivations towards human wants and human needs. So I asked myself a different question: If I could move beyond this limited mindset, if I could begin to see from a non-human perspective for a moment, what would be left? What would I want to do then? How would such a perspective change the manner in which I view making these other choices?
For some unknown reason--or perhaps in answer to my question--I started thinking back to my childhood, when I was maybe around six or seven years old. Picture this: I'm at junior school, or primary school as we call it in England. Every day we would take a break for a half hour, and go outside for some fresh air. It was a chance for the kids to get rid of all of their excess energy: running around, chasing each other, kicking footballs, playing tag--"You're it!"--and screaming and shouting and generally carrying on. And every day, whilst the other kids would be happily running around playing their games with each other, I would just sit off to one side, by myself, watching and observing. I just didn't see the point in playing those games with them; it all seemed rather pointless and dull and aimlessly repetitive to me. Wasted energy, even. I didn't understand why I felt this way at the time; I just assumed that I was weird, and I figured everybody else assumed the same thing. And they probably did.
Almost twenty-five years later, and nothing much has changed. All I have really done is to come full circle, back to where I began. In my teenage years I made the effort and tried to involve myself more socially, and to take more interest in people--primarily in response to increasing parental pressures. "You'll never get anywhere in this world unless you get out and get noticed," my father would say. "You have to sell yourself, son. Stop being so boring!" And, whereas I had no particular desire to "sell myself," I certainly didn't want to be thought of as boring! So I made the effort, against my better judgement. I told myself that material accomplishments and the respect and approval of others really did mean something after all, and I made more of an attempt to fit in socially; I even started playing some of the "adult" games that were available, including the pursuit of a career, money, status, and various material luxuries.
At least, I did for a little while. Although I had assumed that I was doing something beneficial, something positive for myself and others, I wasn't being true to myself and my life path; and so--inevitably--the whole thing came crashing down around me in the most painful of ways. My visit into the sheep pen didn't last for very long, and I am broken of the desire to ever return there again. So here I am, back once more in the "schoolyard" just watching all the other kids playing their silly games, expending lots of energy, running around in circles, faster and faster, over and over again, getting nowhere fast, repetitive and tiring; leaving me to wonder what the hell all the fuss is about. Now, however, the kids are bigger, older, a whole lot meaner, and--paradoxically--dumber.
I guess you're probably wondering what the f*ck this all has to do with getting answers from my higher self? It didn't make too much sense to me at first either, until I remembered something that Bob Monroe wrote in his third and final book, Ultimate Journey. In one part he is conversing with his spirit guide, whom he refers to as an INSPEC--an acronym for "Intelligent Species". Bob expresses a desire to return home to his original entry point into time-space, a place/planet he refers to as KT-95 or, more simply, "Home":
I thought of Home as strongly as I could, and released as the INSPEC told me. There was sensation of movement ... a sound like the wind flowing around me. Before me ... around me ... the scene came into view ...
... many-hued cloud towers, just as I remember, only they are not clouds ... flowing in shades of glowing color, every color I ever thought of and some I only remember but can't express ... let me just stop in the cloud and watch, feel ... not seeing, but feeling ...
... and there is the music ... a thousand instruments, thousands of voices ... melody weaving upon melody ... perfect counterpoint, the harmonic patterns I know so well. Just stretch out and let the clouds enfold me, and the music is all around me, inside me ... a thousand years is but an instant ... but an instant ... so relaxing and absorbing, just as I remembered it. How great it will be when I return to stay forever ... forever ... yes ...
... a little worm intrudes upon my ecstasy ... Is something wrong? No, it's not a signal to return to my body. But what? What's wrong with the clouds? Watch carefully ... there, the large bright blue, followed by two smaller yellow ones ... It's familiar! Others, and they are familiar too ... What? That's exactly the same cloud frame ... and the others, they are all the same! It keeps repeating, over and over again--the same patterns in a repeating loop!
... The worm, my analytical worm, gets larger. The music, check the music ... it can't be ... but yes, it's repeating ... the same as I felt an hour or an eternity ago ... exactly the same. Let me try another spot, another perspective ... move to another part of Home ...
... Here is good enough ... this will make it different. But no ... it's just the same as it was ... it's not different at all! I'll move far away ... far away ... but still here in my Home ...
... There, that ought to do it. No, it's still the same ... nothing new, nothing different. The same pattern over and over, the same clouds, the same music ... Let me go in deeper ...
... There they are, a bunch of curls, curls of energy playing games. That's more like it! I was such a curl once ... let me join in the game! Round and round ... up and down ... in and out ... round and round ... up and down ... in and out ... The game is like an endless loop ... round and round ... up and down ... No more, that's enough for me, that's enough.
... How about playing a new game? How about ...? Oh, happy with what you've got? Don't want to change? All right, keep doing what you're doing ...
Where do I go now? Where ...? That's all there is! There isn't any more. But I don't want to lie around in the same clouds forever, with the same music over and over ... I don't want to play the same games over and over ... How could I have dreamed of ...?
There's nothing here for me now ... nothing at all. Now I remember ... this happened to me before. This is why I left ... and I can't come back! I don't want to come back!
I had better leave ... I know how ... I know how to do it ...
There was a feeling of movement, with the wind around me again. Then silence ... then fading easily into my physical body. I opened my eyes and looked through the tears. Nothing in the moonlit bedroom had changed. But I had.
I think you may be able to see the connection here. Perhaps this is simply the point to which many of us are now arriving within our earthly existence. A general feeling of "been there, done that" along with the desire for different games, different challenges, and different experiences. Perhaps this feeling that I have, which caused me to even begin this thread, is nothing more than my own deeper desire for something different. Something that, perhaps, cannot be found here. I don't know, but the parallels are too obvious to ignore--even if I wanted to. I feel like I am the one saying those words that Bob said to the other curls, but in my case I'm saying it to other human beings: "How about playing a new game? How about ...? Oh, happy with what you've got? Don't want to change? All right, keep doing what you're doing." I also empathize with his moving around, looking for variation: "I'll move far away ... far away ... but still here in my Home." Just like he did at that point, I moved far away yet still in my "Home" to find little of any significant difference to that which I had left.
Where do I go now?
Like I said, this is the most difficult piece of the puzzle to fit into place, but I feel now that I am at least on the right track. We can't force anyone to change, to want to play different "games" with us. Sure, we can always ask, but if they express no interest then there isn't a whole lot that we can do except to move on--when the time comes. Anyway, enough of this for now: I have rambled on too much.
Zonabi: "Solve Et Coagula": Destroy to Recreate. I think this is a very important statement in regards to the process of creation, and carries with it the unspoken assumption that what is (eventually) put back together will be vastly superior in form to that which was originally destroyed.
Lyra: Yeah, the English are a pretty small-minded group, although you can't help but love them. Or hate them! I prefer the term "provincial" when referring to their particular mindset; it seems to fit so well: "limited in outlook". When I once tried to engage my father in a discussion of the war in Iraq, he simply sighed and said, "It's nothing to do with us. After all, it's such a long way from here." See what I mean? If it isn't happening on their own doorstep, they don't want to know about it.
Kathy: If I were shaking my head at you, it was out of amazement--not critical consternation. Unlike many people, I have a strong respect for single mothers who can manage to balance their own needs against those of their children. I find it hard enough making my own way within this world, and so far I have had only myself to think about. I'm not sure how well I would cope with the additional responsibilites that you must have taken on with your children. But, we all have our trials to face; obstacles to overcome. Lord knows, I've had mine--including the requisite psychopath; and who knows what's still to come? And yes, you are correct about trauma being a big factor also, but please don't think that I haven't any compassion towards the "sheeple"--I do. If I didn't, I wouldn't feel any desire to try and help them in some way, even if such good intentions are usually wasted. I'd also like to hear more about your experiences being homeless, and how you dealt with that--if you wouldn't mind? Also, you said that your kids were: "biologically 'half' African, half upper-class African." So, you mean they are biologically purely African? Class isn't a biological concern, after all ;-)
AZ1: I haven't really felt a strong desire towards the possibility of having children, either. It's not that I can't deal with the idea of raising them, nor even any doubts as to whether I could be a decent father to them. Having children means making sacrifices due to assuming additional responsibilities; you no longer have only yourself to be concerned about providing for. I guess that makes me a little selfish, because to me that isn't a sacrifice that I'd really want to make. I have a deep phobia to the feeling of being "tied down" to any one place, person, or situation--marriage included. Of course, I'll never say never; I'm not that daft!
Lightwave: It was actually a lot more curiosity than courage that led me to leave this thread in place after my original posting. I kinda just said, "The hell with it!" But, I am pleased with the results. Thanks for your insights, and for sharing your experiences with us here.
Miminikelo: Don't worry, none of us are experts at this. In fact, I really don't think there are any experts in this particular field due to the highly unique process that each individual goes through. All we can do is to share what works for us, and hope it is of some use or benefit to others ... which is exactly what we are doing here :-)
Smeene: I'm not sure that we can really break anyone else out of the prison; at any rate, not unless the desire to escape is there in the first place. The best that we can do is to leave a trail of breadcrumbs for others to follow, so to speak. And maybe a chisel, a raft, and some paper mache! (Think: Escape from Alcatraz).
These posts of mine keep getting longer and longer, eh? Hmmmn.