White Feather

Ramble #15

2004-10-07T01:03:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

How many reasons can you think of NOT to experience joy? How many guilts are awakened by the thought of experiencing true joy? Does joy awaken a fear of what might come next? Will joy take us out of our comfort? Are we worthy of joy? Will we be able to handle it? Will our expression of it alienate us from those around us? Will joy keep us from fulfilling our obligations to the future or some plan? Will joy break our routine? Will joy remind us of past sorrow? Could we possible explode from too much joy?

There are ten thousand excuses for not experiencing joy. Unfortunately, they all work.

Joy, however, needs no rationalization, no reason, no excuse. To experience it is a natural expression of our true self. The only things keeping us from realizing and understanding and being our true selves are all those reasons we come up with NOT to experience joy.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Are We Singing?

2004-10-06T10:44:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

Spiraling rainbows shimmering on all peripheries; things take on a mystical hue when those certain vibratory frequecnies are reached. It is the music of life.

What note are we vibrating to? What pitch are we giving off? And how do we change pitch? Do we create our own rhythm or do we follow along with a rhythm that is beyond ourselves?

But is anything beyond us? Is the primal rhythm of the universe not the same rhythm that echoes in our bones? If so, we are part of the creation. Our pitch is part of the overall tone.

The vibratory pitches that feel good are those that we created as markers for us to follow towards our ideal frequency; the frequency that expresses our total being. We have written a symphony and every note is a bread crumb dropped to help us find our way home. As we feel and embrace each bread crumb we get closer to the wholeness of our being.

Can we embrace each note or frequency unconditionally? Can we surrender to the music flowing through us? Can we live the music flowing through us? Can we dance to the music without judging it? Can we let it flow through our bodies unimpeded? Is it flowing out of your fingertips and out of your mouth and out of your feet?

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Journey to Tele

2004-09-16T09:10:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

When the old man stepped up to cross the bridge, he paused and turned to look at his family waving good-bye to him. He knew that he would never see them again, although they did not know that. Looking at their faces, the old man was not sure if his family members were sad to see him go, or straining to wait out the next few minutes for him to be out of sight so they could go on with their lives. Waving, but not smiling, the old man turned back around and proceeded across the narrow walking bridge that was suspended above the deep canyon below.

The old man was embarking on the final trip of his life; a trip that would take him far from the land where he had lived most of that life. He went eagerly, though, without a shred of regret or remorse. As long as he could remember, the old man had always wanted to see the sacred city of Tele, and now he was finally going. The only uncertainty was whether his tired old body would survive the grueling 800 mile trip.

Halfway across the foot bridge, the old man stopped and turned around for one last look at his family and the land that had been his home. The look was quick, though, as others were crossing the bridge behind him and he did not want to hold up traffic. After seeing his waving family briefly, he then looked down at the deep canyon below him. Far below was a small ribbon of a river. The old man could see birds flying above the river. It was odd to be so far above the birds. Holding on to the side ropes to steady a growing uneasiness, he regained his balance and looked ahead, slowly resuming his walk across the bridge.

When he reached the other side, the old man did not look back. As he stepped onto the path that would take him out of the mountains, his focus remained on the journey ahead.

Copyright © 2002-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

The Great Chicken Robbery

2004-09-09T08:44:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

When I was in high school I worked as a head cook at a Kentucky Fried Chicken restaurant. One night, just as closing time approached, I finished up all my work and went to tell the manager I was leaving. He, and a manager trainee, were getting ready to start the night's paperwork. The counter girl was about to lock the doors and then count her money.

I clocked out and headed for the front door. The counter girl was maybe ten feet behind me with the keys to lock the door after I left. As I left the front door of the restaurant, three young stocky men came into the door. I nodded and said hello as I passed them. I remember thinking, "Whoops, more customers. I guess they're not closing just yet." I was out of there, though, so I never looked back.

What I didn't know is that those three burly men were not last minute customers, but rather robbers who had come in to rob the restaurant. Just seconds after I passed them, they pulled a gun on the counter girl who was going out to lock the door. They then brought her into the back into the manager's office. They then made the manager open the safe then they beat him over the head with the gun butt, giving him a concussion. After gathering all the money, they locked the manager, manager trainee, and the counter girl in the freezer, where they were trapped until the other manager came in the next morning.

I went home and slept soundly, went to school the next day, and then after school I went in to work. That is when I finally found out about it. I was blown away by how close I came to being part of that little drama.

It was that counter girl who was telling me everything that happened. After recounting all the grisly details, she cocked her head to one side, and said, "You know, I'm glad you left just before it happened."

"Oh, why's that?"

"Cuz you would have tried to do something heroic and someONE would've gotten shot. You would've tried to take all three of those guys out."

My mouth dropped open. I couldn't believe she would think that. Didn't she know that I was an extreme pacifist? It shocked me to hear her say that, but it also made me think, and the more I thought about it, the more I realized that she was correct. Subsequent experiences in my life have reiterated that fact.

I have come to realize that I have no doubt as to my ability to defend myself if my life were threatened. This doubt is easy to have when one has never exercised those defensive abilities. The reason I have no doubt is because I have experienced another aspect of myself that was an Indian warrior on the Great Plains during the White Man/Indian wars. I have experienced several very strong interfaces with his being; interfaces that were essentially a full stepping into his being, and having him step fully into me.

This other aspect was a warrior; a murderer. He killed hundreds of people. He was an utterly fearless warrior. He thought nothing of going up against a dozen adversaries all at once. He simply had no fear. I have felt his strength and his fighting spirit, and most of all his extreme fearlessness. It's one of the most intense things I've ever felt. If I am in danger I can call him forth and let him take over my body. He has stepped into my body before, and let me tell you, it is a mind-blowing and body-blowing experience. I never experienced fearlessness in this life until he stepped into my body. I never experienced such raw intense energy. I've never felt so invincible.

Imagine growing up an extreme pacifist with lingering subconscious memories of being a savage warrior who killed many people. This warrior aspect of mine has a lot to do with why I'm an extreme pacifist, and he is also a big reason I am able to be such a staunch pacifist. Feeling his warrior mojo intensified my pacifist leanings, but more importantly, it taught me a lot about fear. Overcoming fear is a huge part of being a successful warrior, but paradoxically it is also a huge part of being a successful pacifist.

Fear is what magnetically attracts to us that which we fear. So any self-defense we may need would only be a self-defense against our own fears. Any dragon we feel compelled to slay is only one of our own fears. Fears need not be slain; just merely let go of, and replaced with self-love...which every fear is designed to lead us back to. Not until we truly love our selves can we truly be pacifists. When we love our selves, and do not live in fear, then those fears will not present themselves as something to be slain. There is no need for violence or self-defense.

In a state of duality, one attracts that which one projects. Project violence; you get violence. Project fear; you get something to fear. Project love without fear, and get love without fear. Pacifism is not just about not hitting other humans, but it's also about being in a state of joy and love that only attracts more love and joy. When in this state of joy and love, one's guidance will make sure you are not in a place of danger. The vibrations will be very dissonant to you, and you'll just want to go somewhere else. Your house can be right atop an earthquake fault, but the day of the earthquake you'll get the urge to leave town. It won't be a fear, though; just an urge. A true pacifist must decipher between one's guidance and one's fear. Following one's fear will always eventually lead one to the object or subject of that fear. Following one's guidance leads us to the love and joy that is underneath all those fears. So pacifism has a lot to do with following our guidance and not giving into fear.

It was my guidance that kept me out of that restaurant robbery scenario (just barely). At the time I really didn't have any fear of that situation, so I didn't attract it directly to me. I'm sure the other people involved would say that they never intended to attract something like that to them, but it's not a matter of conscious intention so much as subconscious vibratory attraction. Our guidance will take us anywhere we want to go, but when we don't follow our guidance, fear kicks in and will lead us to the same love and joy and understanding that our guidance will lead us to, but it will lead us there through all those fears. Violence is not the pacifist's most imposing obstacle. It is, rather, fear. One cannot be a victim without fear.

Copyright © 2002-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Happiness in Marriage

2004-09-02T00:06:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

No one can make a person happy except that person. You can express happiness, but you can't force another to be happy. That is an infringement of free-will. A marriage is a contract between two individuals to experience a time-frame together but each individual is responsible for their own happiness. When one individual looks to the other for happiness, they will never find the real deal because the real deal can only be found within. They may still find a lot of good stuff together, but the real deal is within. When one individual attempts to force their perception of happiness on the other, that short-circuits both individual's ability to find happiness within.

We marry someone because we love them. Of course we want them to be happy. But it is not our duty to make them happy, because we can't! All we can do is go within ourselves and find our own true happiness and then exude it and project it out for our partner to see how grand the happiness within can be. But you can't force a partner, or anyone, to go within. You can only be an example.

If you feel like your spouse's happiness is your responsibility, then you're going to feel guilty every time they're not happy. Why would you do that to yourself? You're loading yourself down with sticky gooey tarry guilt for not doing something that you can't do anyway. And then, the more unhappy he/she is, the more guilt you feel, and then arises the possibility of you blaming him/her for your guilt. This is keeping you from finding your happiness within. The only way off this emotional see-saw is to just stop. You've got to get off the seesaw long enough in order to go within.

Happiness is something that we share with our partner. We share our own happiness with them, but we do not impose that happiness on them and we do not try to direct their happiness. All we can do is share unconditionally. The very second we expect a certain type of response or the very second we judge a response that we are getting, we are being conditional, and we're back on that seesaw. If we are sharing our happiness with our mate and we are EXPECTING ANYTHING AT ALL IN RETURN!, then we are not sharing unconditionally.

No one can keep you from the birthright that is your happiness within unless you allow them to--and even then it is still YOU that are keeping yourself from finding the happiness within through your allowance. Just don't blame him/her. That's just more sticky gooey tar for the mix.

Blame, fear, doubt, sorrow, anger...whew, it can get pretty sticky and gooey and tarry. But how do we get out of sticky, gooey tar? By releasing all judgment! Expectations are a judgment. In releasing expectations and other judgments that we hold about our partner, we find a whole new layer of expectations and judgments we didn't even know we had. We release those and then we find another whole layer of expectations and judgments. Most marriage partnerships have many, many layers of goo. It can take a while to release all those many layers of expectaions and judgments, but when we do and our partner is still there, then we've got a pretty darn good love bond with them. And if, after all the releasing of judgment, the partner is no longer there; that is okay, too, because we will have found our happiness. If we are holding fear and doubt and expectation as to whether or not they will still be there, then we are just adding more judgment rather than releasing it. And if we are dependent in any way on them for our happiness, then we will never find it.

Yes, what I am saying may sound extreme, but it is the point everyone will eventually get to, so we may as well start thinking about it now to help draw that point closer to you. Every single relationship reaches a point where the two individuals must release each other. It is my contention that you cannot truly love someone until you completely release them. To me, the wedding seems to be the best time to release someone. That almost never happens. Most of us won't release our mates until either we or they die--and even then many of us won't release. Marriage is too often used as a crutch rather than a co-creative partnership. We hold on to our partners for dear life and in the process we strangle each other and keep each other from the happiness within. Release.

Copyright © 2003-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Ramble #14

2004-08-30T00:03:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

There is competition evident in every aspect of society it seems. It's what drives our economy, it's a vital part of our government, and it certainly runs entertainment, whether that's sports, movies, or the television, where competition is involved to some extent in every story line, and it is projected very heavily in the advertising. Some say we cannot evolve without competition, but others say we must evolve beyond competition. What's your take?

The economy is in a very precarious state. No where is the competition fiercer than in the world of business. Has this proved truly beneficial for humankind overall? In the competition to be number one have we let some other priorities slip away? Some say that animals and nature are very competitive, so it's only natural for us to be also. But the animals competition is in resonation with planetary harmonics. Human competition goes far beyond sustenance and survival. There's something else involved with human competition that is not there with animal competition. What could that be?

And how did it get there?

When competition becomes a belief structure, those working within that structure will use competition to accomplish their goals. It will seem natural and perfunctory to them; it's just the way it's done. Every competition won leads to a new and potentially greater competition, which in turn leads to another. There always must be an adversary to engage in order to stay in the state of competition (and thereby feed the belief structure). From within that belief structure it is very difficult to get different perspectives on the situation. Sometimes it takes a collapse or big shake-up of the belief structure to get those involved to see new perspectives, thus allowing them to redefine key components of that belief structure.

When one works within a competitive belief structure one is tied into hierarchy. From the second there is a winner and loser, there is hierarchy. The hierarchy, of course, gets much more complicated than that, but it all boils down to a game of king of the hill. And I'm not talking about the TV show. I'm talking about the game little children play. You know, there's a small hill or mound of dirt, and whoever gets to the top first is king of the hill, but they must then defend their position as all the other kids try to get to the top, pushing the first king down. When you're in a competitive belief structure the ultimate goal is always the top of the hill. And life becomes a competition with others to get to the top. It is the battle to the top that everyone is encouraged to pursue and the resulting melee is what drives our economy.

What is the ultimate human competition? Is it war? When you've made it to the top of the competitive hierarchy the only challenge left is war. When all the business competitions have been won, and when all the political competitions have been won, and all the personal competitions have been won, the only worthy competitive challenge left is war. It's the last way left to win. And in a competitive belief structure winning is always the ultimate goal. But you can't win unless there's a loser. That's the nature of competition.

Are there other perspectives of competition that can help us redefine it? Or is there a methodology and belief structure that we can replace competition with? Is cooperation a viable alternative? Would we be able to function without that competitive edge? Are we nearing the end of competition's life-span? Is the belief structure about to collapse? Will the economy and government collapse with it? Or will a redefining save things?

What happens when a kid gets to the top of the sand pile, proclaiming himself king, and he's ready to fight to maintain his position, but all the other kids suddenly quit playing the game? Without the other kids to engage, the kid atop the sand pile loses all his power, and is no longer king. The competition, and hence the game, are essentially over. Without putting all our attention on the competitive struggle up the sand pile, we can suddenly see other things in the world and we can put our focus elsewhere. Perhaps we'll see other ways of living that do not involve the human competition we've been used to. Perhaps there is a better way.

Copyright © 2002-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Perspectives on Forgiveness

2004-08-26T00:03:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

I can understand why so many people don't care to learn about their other focuses (other lives). A lot of painful things can be brought up and it's not always easy to process. You can imagine how difficult it was for me to learn about and connect with my other focus as a Lakota warrior. That Lakota warrior is a killing machine. He killed a lot of people--and I don't mean dozens of people, but rather HUNDREDS of people! In connecting with him, I felt that killing, and let me tell you, it is a heinous feeling. It is gut-wrenchingly heinous. It is the ultimate deplorable act. To feel the accumulated energy of HUNDREDS of those acts is about the toughest thing I've had to do in this life.

It's no wonder I'm such a super-ultra-pacifist in this life. I've never struck another human. Even as a little kid I was extreme. I didn't even kill bugs. I've always strived to not kill anything. Not even black widow spiders. I won't even swat flies.

So am I reacting to an interdimensional impingement? Am I balancing out that fella's killing with my ultra-pacifism? Are he and I just playing different roles?

Remember I said that we all take turns playing all the roles. We all have other focuses that have killed or been a persecutor or a victim. It's part of experiencing this reality in its entirety (so that we can move on). But since we judge those actions as wrong and bad, they get locked up in a little room in our brains with all the other things we've labeled wrong and bad. With those things locked in that room, we don't have to think about it or face it. That's one reason it's so hard to connect to other focuses; because the actions of those focuses--which is a way to connect to them--has been judged and labeled and locked away.

The key to it all is forgiveness. Forgiveness is the dropping away of judgments. Judgments are like sticky gooey tar. Whenever one judges something this sticky gooey tar is secreted and sticks to that which we judge. This sticky gooey tar connects us to that which we judge. It will continue to glue us to that which we judge until we forgive; releasing those judgments.

Now let's talk about guilt for a minute. Guilt is utterly dependent on judgment. You can't feel guilty about something unless you have judged that something to be wrong and bad. Once again, it is forgiveness that overcomes guilt. The dropping away of judgments. Living in guilt can be seen as a condition of living in excessive sticky gooey tar; the result of being excessively judgmental.

Our other focuses have committed all the atrocities; murder, rape, persecution, torture, theft, abuse....everything. And we are stuck in stick gooey tar from the collective guilt from all those atrocities. The only way out of the sticky gooey tar is to forgive all those other focuses. (That's a big part of what other-life regression is all about.) We have to drop our judgments. We cannot forgive our selves until we can forgive our other focuses. And we cannot forgive others until we have forgiven our selves. See how important it is to forgive our selves? It's the only way out of the sticky gooey tar that is keeping us from evolving into a new paradigm of consciousness.

I know it is difficult to face the atrocities of our other lives. Believe me, I know. But I've learned that we will eventually face them because we're stuck to them with sticky gooey tar. Everything that we judge will eventually come back to us because of the sticky gooey tar that results from judgment. It will be stuck to us until we release the judgment (Forgiveness). In the past I have fought it and denied it, but I have eventually come to learn that forgiveness is the only way.

Copyright © 2003-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Ramble #13

2004-08-19T21:22:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

The god that you are, the god that we all are, is the god that is experiencing the All That Is. The god that we all are is our connection to the universe. There is Christ Concsiousness, then there is God Consciousness, then there is Universal Consciousness--or pure ONE-ness. It is through Christ Consciousness that we open up to our divinity. It is our divinity that we need to be able to go back out into the universe and touch pure ONE-ness. It is merely our refusal to look at and accept our divinity that keeps us from accepting our spiritual sovereignty, and which keeps us from experiencing the ONE-ness which is our birthright.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Forgotten Selves

2004-08-12T00:03:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

What if every single person you meet in your life you've met before in other lives? Imagine that for a moment. No one is a stranger. Everyone is a soul-mate acting out every conceivable sort of relationship.

It is like taking two actors and putting them on a stage then giving them a few hundred different plays to act out together. In one play, actor A is a father and actor B is a daughter. In another play, actor A is a soldier and actor B is also a soldier who happens to kill actor A. In another play, actors A and B fall in love and have seven kids. In another play, actors A and B never meet until right before they die. In yet another play, actor A is a wife who is beaten by her husband--who happens to be actor B. In another play, actor B is a wealthy entertainer who gets killed by a crazed bum on the street who happens to be actor A. In still another life actors A and B end up being a songwriting team, as well as gay lovers, who write several hit Broadway musicals. Then there's the life A and B lived together in the jungles of Sumatra. It was primitive times and A and B were hunting. A slipped on a steep ledge on the side of a mountain and breaks his leg. B is afraid to climb down and try to save A, and he leaves A to die.

As you can see, the possibilities are endless for plays for the two actors to play out together. We have soul-mates because monologues get boring. We want a play with more than one actor so that we can see and experience the drama of interaction. Our soul-mates are those fellow actors in the same acting company that we signed up for. We've contracted to create as many dramas as we can so we can experience interaction from as many different perspectives as possible so that a wholeness of experience can be achieved.

So if there is someone in our lives who appears to be an enemy, they may have been our lover in another play (life). And our lover may have been our slave master or murderer in another life. If someone trusts us completely they may have betrayed us in another life and those who betray us may very well have been betrayed by us before.

Actors are a tight bunch. When they're not on stage they have their own community and they are themselves within that community. But once on stage they assume the role they agreed to play. That role may be to fight another actor, or it may be a love scene with another actor, or whatever; but the good actor knows it's just a role and doesn't let the drama affect their relationship off stage. They know the difference between drama and just being themselves.

Can you see what would happen if the actors got the drama and their "real relationships" mixed up? One actor could really get upset with another actor who is playing their part, not remembering that it's just a part.

So after those original two actors take a break after say fifty plays and they get off-stage their "normal off-stage relationship" suddenly becomes clouded with all the drama from those fifty plays. Memories of betrayal and murder and victimhood and lust and companionship still linger and subtly influence their off-stage relationship.

After doing several hundred plays together, the two actors find it even more difficult to return to their normal off-stage selves. There have been so many roles that they've played that they meld with the off-stage self and a new self is created that is an amalgamation of the original off-stage self and all the many roles played. Eventually this amalgamation becomes what is considered the real self and the original real off-stage self is forgotten. Self-realization can be seen as seeing through the amalgamation and finding that forgotten self. Finding our own forgotten self allows us to see through the amalgamation of others and express love to their forgotten selves. Once we have remembered our original off-stage forgotten selves then we can see and better appreciate all those many plays we've done together and this opens up the potential for a whole new spectrum of plays to do.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Rice Pudding

2004-08-09T21:51:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

Early last year when we were moving we had a yard sale to get rid of a bunch of junk and lighten the load we had to move. It was at this time that my teenage daughter decided she wanted to get rid of all her stuffed animals. She was far too "old" for them and hadn't played with any of them for many years. Gathering them up, she came up with two large garbage bags full of stuffed animals. There was one stuffed teddy bear that I wouldn't let her get rid of though.

I wouldn't let her get rid of Rice Pudding. Rice Pudding is a white teddy bear who is about a foot tall. He's male and has shiny black eyes and tan cordurouy pads on his feet and hands and he's got a tan cordurouy nose--or at least he did; it's mostly worn off now.

Rice Pudding was the very first present my daughter ever received in this life; in fact she received it a couple weeks before she was born. I worked at a bookstore at the time and I was called away from work one day in what turned out to be one of a few false labors. When I went back to work the next day all the bookstore employees had chipped in together to buy Rice Pudding for the new baby. I accepted the teddy bear but had to tell the people that the baby didn't come yet after all.

So Rice Pudding sat in the crib that was set up in our bedroom, patiently waiting for his mistress to show up. Before the baby appeared two more stuffed animals joined the entourage but Rice Pudding was the very first. I named him Rice Pudding because that is what he looked like. His little tufts of white fur seemed to float in milk and it looked like rice pudding--or at least it did back then. (I have this nagging propensity to name things after food so don't ever ask me to name something while I'm standing in the kitchen.)

Rice Pudding was a very loving and loyal little teddy bear. He went everywhere my daughter went and he kept an eye on her when she slept. He was her favorite stuffed animal and, like I said, she ended up having a lot of them. Rice Pudding, though, was special.

Being a mother was the greatest experience of my life. I had never been one to play with dolls but back then I spent many an afternoon on the floor playing with my girl and her retinue of brightly colored animals and dolls. We did a lot of playing together--of course, she claims to not remember any of it. Well, I sure remember!

I remember once in Oregon my daughter and I went to the laundromat. Since Rice Pudding went everywhere she did, he came to the laundromat, too. While I did laundry, my daughter gave Rice Pudding rides around the laundromat in a laundry basket. Back then, she could have fun anywhere.

So I finished the laundry, loaded it into the car and then got my daughter and strapped her into the car. We headed home and as I was bringing an armload of laundry into the house after bringing my daughter in first I was stopped in my tracks by an awful shrieking scream. My daughter was screaming at the top of her lungs as though she had just been seriously hurt. I dropped the laundry and ran to her in the next room.

There was a look of absolute horror on my daughter's face. She screamed again at the top of her little lungs. I'm surprised my eardrums didn't shatter. Then, she slapped her hands to her cheeks and screamed, "Rice Pudding!" That's when I realized that she had left Rice Pudding at the laundromat. She was beside herself in panic!

So I grabbed her up and bolted out the door. I strapped her back into the car as fast as I could as she screamed at the top of her lungs. I got into the driver's seat and peeled out, heading to the laundromat as though we were headed for the emergency room at the hospital.

And when we got there Rice Pudding was still there sitting in the laundry basket! Boy was I ever relieved! My daughter ran over and snatched him out of the basket and gave him a hug that was one of the most precious things I've ever witnessed.

So last year my daughter tried to sell all her stuffed animals at the yard sale but they didn't move very well. Near the end of the yard sale she finally got the idea of just giving them away but it was too late. She still had too many left. That's when I suggested that we take the remaining stuffed animals to a local Christian charity that provides toys, food, and clothing to the poor. I pointed out that she could be helping to make some little kids happy but she didn't seem very interested in that. The main thing she liked was that she could get rid of them. That was a little sad but to tell you the truth after that long day of running a yard sale I was rather anxious to get rid of some of the leftovers, too. We brought a whole car load of stuff to the charity including the two big bags of stuffed animals. Unfortunately, we felt more relieved that charitable. My daughter sure didn't have any qualms about giving away all her stuffed animals. She had no emotional attachment to any of them since she didn't even remember when she played with them.

It's a good thing I saved Rice Pudding!

That was last year. This year, over the last couple of weeks my daughter has been cleaning out her room because she is moving out to be her own adult. I told her that I was going to have another yard sale later this month so if she wanted anything sold at the yard sale to put it in one corner of the room.

So there I was talking with my daughter about something while she sorted through her stuff when suddenly I saw Rice Pudding go flying through the air towards that corner of the room reserved for yard sale stuff. Oh my God! I quickly walked over there and retrieved the 18 year old bear. Aghast, I turned to my daughter and asked, "If you don't want Rice Pudding can I have him?"

She shrugged her shoulders and said, "Whatever."

It's painful to see that she has no memory but I understand why she doesn't. She is a totally different person than the person who played with Rice Pudding lo those many years ago. A completely different person! Of course, I'm a completely different person than I was back then, too. But the difference is that I remember!

That's why I saved Rice Pudding; because someday my daughter will remember, too. And wouldn't it be grand for him to still be around for when she remembered? Now, Rice Pudding sits on a shelf on the wall above my desk where he watches me spend endless hours at the computer. Who said teddy bears are just for kids?

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Judging Ourselves

2004-08-05T12:01:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

We are all divine beings. We are Creators. We can create anything we desire. We do so through the use of feelings. When we utilize feelings, our creations come quickly. When we use emotions, we create more emotions, and what we desire remains beyond our reach. When we are in judgment/emotions, we create by default, magnetically attracting to us circuitry and events that fit our judgments/emotions. When we slip out of judgment/emotion, and live our lives in feeling, then everything we create will be an expression of love, joy, and beauty.

How many times a day do you judge your body? What judgments do you make when you look in the mirror? How do judge that gray hair? Those wrinkles? That beer belly, or those extra pounds? How many times a day do you make a disparaging remark about that bum knee? Or those painful feet? Or those incompetent fingers? How many times do you judge your body as incompetent? As unsexy? As fat? As tired? As sick? As anything less than god-like?

If we are creating by default through our emotions, then every judgment we make gets energized, and that means that every judgment we make about our body will be energized and will become part of our creation. And not just our judgments, but all the judgments others make on our bodies as well, whether that is friends judging your waistline or doctors judging us as cancerous. Every time we judge our bodies and every time we accept a judgment placed on our bodies, our bodies respond in kind, manifesting those judgments.

Of course we make a gazillion judgments a day, so our bodies are in a state of confusion as to which judgments to manifest, so the body creates an amalgam of all those judgments. The judgments made most get the most input into the creation. So if we make 100 judgments a day about how fat we are, and we make 0 judgments a day about how beautiful we are, then, in all likelihood we will manifest the reality of obesity in whatever way we perceive it. How many judgments a day do you make about how beautiful you are, or how healthy you are?

Of course, if you're judging how beautiful you are, you are still in judgment/emotion. When you can truly feel how beautiful and wondrous you are, it will become automatic, and that beauty and joy will shine. You don't have to worry about balancing judgments. Just drop the judgments, and feel. In this state of pure feeling, healing appears miraculous, but that is how it should be normally. A dis-eased organ can tell us a lot about where our judgments/emotions lie. It can be healed by removing those judgments/emotions, and letting in pure unconditional non-judgmental feelings.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Living Orgasmically

2004-07-29T08:11:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

I am reminded of the famous restaurant orgasm scene in the movie, When Harry Met Sally. While Meg Ryan has a very loud fake orgasm in the middle of a crowded restaurant, Billy Crystal is flabberghasted, staring at her in amazement; and very aware of all the people in the restaurant who were staring at them. That whole scene is chock-full of metaphors for the condition of human relationships, but the cherry atop all the metaphors is when the lady sitting a few tables away says to her waitress, "I'll take what she's having."

That's what we all want; to live life in an orgasmic way; to be filled with love and joy and excitement, and not care what others think. We each want to express our selves this way. But we're afraid to. And because of our fear we put down others who do express that way, but it's only an expression of our fear. We all really want that. Living in an orgasmic way is what happens when we feel and express the entire spectrum of emotions and feelings all at the same time. But we only allow ourselves to express those emotions and feelings that we judge to be socially acceptable and personally acceptable. We repress certain feelings and emotions, and because of that we can't experience the full spectrum, thereby missing out on the orgasmic state, even though some of the other emotions are being expressed. The tormented, fragile, brooding, jealous, stormy, haunted, and obsessive emotions are all part of the spectrum. If we can express them without judging them and succumbing to those judgments, then we are a lot closer to living life in an orgasmic state of joy and love.

But it's hard not to judge them. It's been hammered into our heads from an early age that some emotions are good and some are bad. If we are judging them in any way, then we're not getting to the bottom of those emotions, and at the core of every emotion is love. So it's not our emotions that keep us from love (and enlightenment), but rather our judgments about those emotions.

God came into this dimension in order to know itself. To do this, God split itself into two so that it could look at itself and interact with itself. In order to know itself, God had to experience the entire spectrum of feelings involved in the interaction between the two parts of itself. The interaction and relationship between two people is God getting to know itself and trying to attain the knowledge of life lived in a state of orgasmic ecstasy.

Copyright © 2002-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Entering Leo

2004-07-22T00:06:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

"I walked out of court a free man."

That's kind of how it felt. Of course, I was just leaving court after finishing jury duty; it's not like I had just been exonerated of any heinous crimes or anything. It sure felt good to be done with it. I was terribly afraid I would be stuck in a trial that promised to last around a week. But alas, after 8 long hours in the courtroom I was dismissed and told I didn't have to come back. Yippee!

That's a good thing because I have a hot date tomorrow. I feared having to cancel it because of the jury duty. Tomorrow is my 19th wedding anniversary and I have a lunch date planned with my matrimonial partner. That was the only time she had open in her busy schedule so if jury duty had continued into tomorrow I would have missed that opportunity. This is what magnified my feelings of freedom upon leaving the courthouse.

Something else that fueled my euphoria and relief was the fact that I was done sitting on the hardest wooden bench I've ever spent 8 hours sitting on in my life. Now that was pure torture! The benches were long and wooden and very much like church pews. After a day on that hard wooden bench my butt and legs were numb and my back was writhing in agony. Now that I've done my duty I certainly hope I'm not called again for a long time but when I am I now know to be sure to bring a pillow and a book.

While it felt great to walk out those courtroom doors, once outside I realized that it was just starting to rain. Since I live just a few blocks away from the courthouse I had walked there so I couldn't just head to my car to get out of the rain. I briskly walked home as the rain intensified and lightning and thunder filled the sky. The walk would have been exhilarating if it were not for my aching back. By the time I got home the rain was pouring and my back was screaming.

My honey was home working on notes for her rehearsal tonight. After greeting and hugging Shawnee (I'm rarely gone from her that long) I lay down on the floor and "fixed myself" while I talked with my honey. I think that bench really threw my back out because it took me almost half an hour to fix myself but it was wonderful conversation time. I felt wonderfully better when I got up to kiss my honey good-bye as she left for rehearsal. I was eager to get online as I hadn't even been on the computer all day. But first, there was the matter of dinner for myself and my beloved four-legged ones.

With the animal children fed and my dinner cooking on the stove, I headed for the computer to turn it on. But I never made it. I got detoured by the television. Normally, the TV has little power in grabbing my attention but suddenly tonight with the house being so quiet it sounded like a good idea to watch a tiny bit of TV while I ate dinner before I got on the computer. So I stopped and turned the TV on.

I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6 o'clock sharp. "Simpsons time," I thought. Maybe 15 minutes worth of The Simpsons was just what I needed. I don't think I've watched more than one episode of The Simpsons in months, so I turned it to Fox, ready for a little humor but to my dismay the Simpsons episode that was on turned out to be that very one and only same episode that I've seen in the last few months. And it was still too fresh in my mind so I didn't want to watch it.

With the remote in my hand, I was about to turn the TV off when suddenly my hand went spastic and, of its own volition, turned the channel. I didn't even see what channel number my hand was turning it to. On the television screen a beautiful scenic picture came on. It was one of those old Panavision shots that being adapted to a TV screen had the black space above and below the picture. The scene immediately grabbed my attention. It was a nature scene and, as I looked closer, I realized the setting was the savannahs of east Africa. A jolt of electricity coursed through my body. As the camera panned across mimosa trees, baobab trees, gazelles, and zebras, I suddenly said aloud, "Oh my God! Is that Born Free?"

I had my answer within just a few seconds as the scene progressed to show a land rover pulling into a camp. The driver's wife came rushing out to greet her husband and her husband then proceeded to show her the lion cubs in the back of the jeep. Yes, it was Born Free! Goodness, golly; how long had it been since I saw that movie? 35 years? 40 years? Once again; Oh my God!

Born Free, by Joy Adamson was one of my favorite books as a young boy. I had read it a few times already before I ever saw the movie, which was a huge hit back in the Sixties. I cannot begin to explain how much I loved that story when I was a kid. I wanted so very much to go to Africa and find my own lion soul-mate to be friends with. At that young age I so empathized with Joy's intense unconditional love for Elsa the lion (and Elsa's intense unconditional love for Joy). Having a lion as a pet seemed so right to me and, of course, as a kid I desperately wanted an animal companion but my mother would not allow animals anywhere near the house. I had an imaginary pet tiger for a while but the Joy Adamson books made me also want a pet lion. I certainly had no fear back then of big cats. The love Joy had for her lion was something I felt before--even though that didn't make any sense to me then since I had no pet. Since then, I've learned of the roots of those feelings of love that were so very inexplicably strong in me as a kid. I learned that I did in fact have a lion as a pet once in a different life.

Well, I ended up having my dinner while watching Born Free and I ended up watching the whole movie, in fact I simply could not take my eyes off of it. I was thoroughly engrossed in it and it was more than just a flash from the past. I watched it with the same rapt enthusiasm as I did when I was a kid watching it for the first time. It wasn't until the movie was over that I realized that there were no commercials--and that I hadn't gone to the bathroom in two hours. I was utterly engrossed in it.

Oh, and what an absolute joy it was watching that movie! And it was sad, too. My eyes actually watered up pretty good when Joy released Elsa back into the wild not knowing if she would ever see her again. All the emotions from 40 years ago were still there--and I'm not one who easily cries with a movie. No, there haven't been many movies at all that can make me tear, in fact I can't seem to think of any right now.

Oh, and what a joy it was seeing the landscape of Kenya. That is something that has always made me melt in warm soothing feelings. The landscape itself makes me want to cry. When I was a young one I devoured every book on Africa I could find, no matter the reading level. I had to know everything about Africa, especially Kenya and Ethiopia. And the wildlife was at the top of my interest list. My young 9 and 10 and 11 year old noggin was a walking catalog of East African species information. Even though they were filmed in Florida--or where ever--Tarzan movies were never missed by me. I watched every nature show I could that was filmed in Africa. I read the Dianne Fossey and Jane Goodall books and I read about Dr. Leakey's digs in Africa and I read about what Africa was like before Whitey showed up with his big guns and started wiping out the animals. I read about the mythical ancient African civilizations and I loved pretending to be a Gorilla sitting on the slopes of a volcano in the rainforest. I simply couldn't get enough of Africa.

But what really burned the deepest impression on that young me was the pure unconditional love expressed in that story. Now I can see the many layers of metaphors in the story but back then I only saw the love. Animals are here to show us unconditional love and it is so blatantly obvious to me that I can't understand how some people cannot see it. My parents and siblings couldn't see it and this confused me as a child. But I've since learned that many, many people cannot see it. A lot of people can see it but don't want to. Some can see it only under certain conditions.

I am extraordinarily lucky in that my dog shows it to me every single solitary day. She reminds me constantly how pure and joyous love can be. Of course, to truly love her unconditionally I must let her "live free," but, as with Joy Adamson, that is very difficult for me. In the movie, Joy finally was able to set Elsa free and then it turned out the love was so strong that she eventually came back. It's just like the greeting card butterfly metaphor. Of course, when Elsa and Joy were reunited Elsa then had three little cubs with her. (Oh dear, I better not draw too many parallels there.)

Anyway, watching the movie, one wants Joy and Elsa to be together forever. Luckily, the movie ends before either of them die but one knew at some level that the love would certainly last forever. Love is like that; especially unconditional love.

So after I finished dinner (I hardly remember eating it) I got horizontal on the floor again and Shawnee lay down in front of me, spooning me. We watched the movie together and let me say that Shawnee really took interest in all the lion noises. Of course, she fell asleep halfway through the movie. I've never known her to stay awake through an entire movie. It sure felt good to have her with me for this viewing. That was missing for that first viewing close to forty years ago.

Watching that movie was such a delight. It made me tingly all over. It may just be a silly old fashioned movie to some, but it was very special to me. I was done with the TV after the movie but I did see a host come on after the movie to announce that there would be other lion movies coming on next. Apparently, lions were the theme for the night. And why? Because we just entered the sun sign of Leo! I laughed when the host said that. Now that's something you wouldn't have heard on the TV 40 years ago. Wow, what a great way to enter Leo!

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

The Joys of Death

2004-07-15T08:11:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

We live in a dimension of duality. Everything has its opposite. You cannot have death without birth, and you cannot have birth without death. When we die to our physical bodies we are born into spirit, and when we're born into bodies we are experiencing a death from the spiritual. It's a matter of perspective, but you can't have one without the other.

Birth is generally considered a joyful event. Since every death is also a birth there should be some joy in death, too, no? And since every birth is also a death, births can be painful and fearful, too. Birth can actually be more of a traumatic event than death. Imagine dying to your life in the spiritual then entering a helpless little body and shooting out of the birth canal. And then you're stuck in that little helpless body and all your memory is gone.

Dying in the spiritual dimensions is similar to dying in the physical. First, you lose your body then you go through some kind of tunnel-like thing, and then voila! you're in a different dimension. Death and birth are the same thing! They are the very same thing!

Death and birth are two sides of the very same coin. This polarity is ubiquitous in our reality. Birth/death is going on all the time. The person we were five minutes ago is already dead. They no longer exist! Every single minute of every day we are dying and being born. We birth a new self with each passing minute. All we have to do is look to nature to see the endless birth/death cycles. We cannot birth something unless we die to something. Death is important.

It is the human tendency, however, to think of the phsyical deaths of our bodies when we think about death. This brings up fear, so we start trying to mentally block out death. We no longer see the importance of and beauty of death in its integral part of ongoing life. When we shift our focus away from death, we no longer give it the energy it needs and what happens is we stop birthing as much. Any diminishment in our level of dying leads to a diminishment of birthing. For instance, in order to birth new ideas, we must let some old ideas die.

Birth/death, birth/death, birth/death. They go together. If you try to do without one, then eventually you start doing without the other.

So let's change the focus and talk about the joys of death excluding death of the physical body. Let's talk about the joys of death that happen on a daily basis; the little deaths that happen continually. How many times do you die on a daily basis?

What about anger? Say you hold a lot of anger for a particular person. Can you die to that anger? Would that be a good thing? What birth would occur simultaneous with that death?

What about the death of communism? Was that a good death? And what was birthed in conjunction with that death?

What about beliefs? What if you've been holding the very same beliefs all your life? Does that prevent the birth of new beliefs and ideas? What happens when you die to a belief?

What about boyfriends and girlfriends? Remember when the relationship was being birthed and how exciting it was? But then you fell into a deep rut where nothing was being birthed anymore, so it seems the only way out is to kill the relationship? How could a more joyful approach to death have saved the relationship? Did the relationship go sour because the two of you stopped dying on a regular basis, thus creating a need for a big death finale for the relationship? Is it the birth of something new that spurs us to die to relationships?

What about jobs? Been working at the same job for 32 years and you're ready to kill yourself? I would say kill the job instead. Either way, there's a need for death because there is a need for birth. A new job is easier to get than a new body. So dying to a career can be a positive thing, no?

Can dying to a bad habit bring joy and birth? To get a new attitude about something, do we need to first die to our old attitude? Have a brilliant idea that could make millions? But you won't die to your beliefs of lack, so the idea never gets birthed? Still holding on to a traumatic event from your childhood? If you won't let it die, the knowledge and wisdom to be gained from the situation can never be birthed, or realized.

Anytime we hold on to something, we are preventing death, and we miss out on the subsequent birth. And then we end up holding on to something that is dead anyway because it ends up in the past. To stay in the NOW, we are going with the natural birth/death cycle and we experience constant birth, constant death, constant motion, and vibrant life. To be in a state of joy we must be in the NOW. We can't be in the NOW if we haven't died to everything in either the past or future. So the very act of being in the NOW is utterly dependent upon death.

Death is present in every layer of our physical existence. How can we replace fear of death with joy of death? If we can do that in our everyday lives how would that change how we finally experience death of the body? And if we fully utilize death during life would that make death of the body unnecessary? Is the death of the body a result of not fully utilizing death on a constant basis during life?

Copyright © 2002-2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

The Illusion of Lust

2004-07-14T10:55:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

Lust is the result of an illusion. Lust is the desire to possess that which is seen as separate. This separateness is an illusion, for we are all ONE. So if we can see the ONE-ness beyond the veils of separation, then lust becomes superfluous.

In a state of ONE-ness, there is no desire to possess something (or someone) outside of us, for everything is already part of us. We already own everything as our creation. In ONE-ness, we will find that the very act of trying to possess something is an assault on that something's energy. Possessing will be replaced by allowing. Instead of lusting after wealth or fame or power or sexual partners, we allow that to be magnetized to us which reflects the vibrational state we are in. If that vibrational state is one of love, joy, and beauty, then there is no limit to what we can manifest. (What will be reflected back to us.) If that vibrational state is one of lust, then we will be forever looking outside of ourselves for fulfillment. We cannot find fulfillment outside of ourselves if we haven't found it within ourselves. Once we realize our own divinity, we are in complete possession of our reality.

Lust is an emotion and is therefore chemical. Every time the emotion of lust is felt lust pheromones are released from the body. These pheromones go out and search for people or things to possess, and lead you to them. When you are in a chemical state, you need a reaction to your reactions--you need someone or something outside of yourself to complete that chemical circuitry.

In a state of ONE-ness, you are operating in an electrical circuitry. The energy comes through you and goes out and electrifies everything without needing a complement to the circuit. It's one way. It is a matter of allowing that electrical energy through you. Lusting jams the energy flow, throwing you into a chemical circuitry.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Ramble #12

2004-07-14T00:03:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

When a civilization reaches a point where it is living in harmony with the planet, then that civilization can use that point of balance as a window through which to collectively enter new dimensions. We are intimately connected to the planet for we are made of elements from her. As long as we are in a body we are inextricably linked to the planet. As long as we are degrading the planet we are degrading ourselves and blocking ourselves from attaining that elusive balance point. And as long as we are degrading ourselves we are degrading the planet.

When we can unconditionally and equally love both ourselves and our planet then we can take the planet with us into a whole new reality.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Ramble #11

2004-07-13T16:44:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

I always thought estrangement was a very strange word. In the universe it certainly is strange, for it is one of those peculiarities of physicality. In spirit, in ONE-ness, there is no such thing as estrangement. In physicality everything is strange. In the very act of entering physicality, we undergo an estrangement process which is what the yin/yang polarization technically is. We must separate into two energies in order to operate in this dimension. That separation--or estrangement--is at the root of our many problems. We long for the ONE-ness that is now just a faint memory. To bring that ONE-ness back into our lives, we must balance the two opposing yin/yang energies. It is through this balance that we can draw ONE-ness into this dimension....thereby transforming it.

Those individuals who come into our lives, touching us deeply, then becoming estranged from us, are more than likely soul-mates we have engaged in countless lives. (We all have many soul-mates.) Over the course of those many lives, the times spent together are very important, but so are the times spent apart! They are just as important! Looking at it from the point of view of seeing all our past, present, and future lives as being one continuous thread, and knowing that a long thread that weaves two souls together is a thread that must contain equals parts of togetherness and estrangement in order for balance to be achieved, we can see that those periods of estrangement are necessary and valuable--and great opportunities for learning. The longing for reunification can be painful, but it is what helps us to keep going and progressing towards that state of balance.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Book Release Update

2004-07-08T08:27:00.000-06:00

My book The Valley of the Singing Girl is now available in the new second edition, featuring a new front and back cover, a new design, and a bonus book excerpt from my book, Rejuvenation. It's available in a trade paperback or instantly downloadable ebook.

The Valley of the Singing Girl, by White Feather. TPB. Once, long ago, the ruler of a mountainous Asian nation sought counsel from a Tibetan holy man on how he could help lead his people through change. The holy man gave the leader a magic flute that would drastically change his life. This is the story of that flute which led the leader on a journey of self-realization. The flute would eventually lead him to a young farm girl who had the most divine singing voice in the world. When she sang, people wept at the beauty of it and people were also healed. What happened when the flute, the leader, and the singing girl got together is an event of divine proportions. A very moving story.

57 Chevy

2004-07-08T08:22:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

I lucked out that I got a window seat in the back of the car. Being one of four kids in the backseat of a '57 Chevy for three and a half hours, I would have died had I not been able to sit by the window. My attention was focused outside the car; on the night sky, the stars, the black landscape shooting past, the barely discernable undulation of arroyo and mesa. It was like watching a dream floating by. The reflections on the car window further played on the dream-like effect. It was like daydreaming at night. Soon, I was floating above the desert; above the car. I could see the headlights of my parent's car down below me. I could feel the cold black night air flowing over me and it was wonderful. And then! Small white lights began popping up on the horizon. They seemed to multiply. A bump in the road slammed my face up against the car window, and I came to full consciousness. Squinting, I saw those city lights in the distance and became excited, for I knew we would soon be in a strange city, and that we would soon be stopping for a much-needed car break. I couldn't wait to get a whiff of that cool desert night air, and I couldn't wait to see and feel a new place.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Crazy Horse, St. Bernadette, and Edgar Cayce

2004-07-07T14:45:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

So what do Crazy Horse, St. Bernadette, and Edgar Cayce all have in common? Just for fun, let's take a look...

Interestingly, the lives of Crazy Horse and St. Bernadette were pretty darn co-linear. Crazy Horse was born in either 1840 or 1844 and was assasinated in 1877. St. Bernadette, the young French girl who was visited by the Female Christ in a grotto outside of Lourdes, was born in 1844 and died in 1879, at the age of 35. Crazy Horse was either 33 or 37 when he died. Their lives were going on at the very same time on the opposite sides of the globe, and they were as opposite as could be. (Or were they?)

Edgar Cayce wasn't born until 1877, the year Crazy Horse died, and two years before St. Bernadette died (to this day her body has not decomposed). Cayce probably had more in common with Bernadette than with Crazy Horse. Both were very Christianity oriented, and both had encounters with the Female Christ. But Crazy Horse's religion--that of the Lakota--was all based on the Female Christ/White Buffalo Calf Woman. So all three individuals are tied into the Female Christ. That's what they have in common.

Another curiosity they have in common is that they are all three Spring babies. Cayce was born on March 18th, a late Pisces just a few days away from Aries. Bernadette was an Aries born on April 16th. Crazy Horse's birthday is unknown, but it is recorded that it was a Spring birth in the Indian months that correspond with our March and April.

Something else they have in common--to some extent--is that they were all three persecuted by Christians. With Crazy Horse it was more indirect. His people were simply wiped out by a people carrying the dual flags of Christianity and the United States. His people's spiritual foundations based upon the Female Christ/White Buffalo Calf Woman were attacked and vilified by the conquering white Christian army.

With St. Bernadette it was more personal. When news broke of her miraculous meeting with the Female Christ, the very first one to attack the reports was the Christian Church. Bernadette's local Christian church put her on trial, threatening to banish her from the church for her claims to have spoken to the Female Christ. It was the village people; the ones who had been cured by the miracle waters brought forth by Bernadette's meetings with the Female Christ, the ones who had thrown away their crutches and wheel chairs and eye patches and such, who finally convinced the local priest that Bernadette was not evil. Once the priest was finally convinced, Bernadette was still not off the hook for the priest had to convince the Holy See--which took an incredibly long time. The Christian Church was Bernadette's biggest enemy, but they finally called her a saint. To Bernadette, it didn't matter.

It was personal for Cayce, too. While he was living in Bowling Green, Kentucky, the church Cayce belonged to--and for whom he taught Sunday Bible school--actually initiated excommunication procedures to have Cayce removed from their church because of his psychic abilities. Cayce was utterly horrified that his own brethren would do that to him. Cayce considered himself an extremely devout Christian and to be accused of evil was earthshattering to him.

The church administration was shocked to open the proceedings for the excommunication to a standing room only audience. It seemed every member of the congregation showed up, and they all testified, one after the other, in Cayce's defense. They told of their babies who had been so sick that the medical establishment had given up, and how Cayce's "evil psychic" advice saved their babies and restored their health. They told of endless medical miracles, and spiritual miracles, too. After a day's worth of people testifying on Cayce's behalf, the church's governing body dismissed all charges against Cayce. If they hadn't, they would have been mobbed by practically the entire congregation.

Cayce never forgot!

Cayce, St. Bernadette, and Crazy Horse are all considered saints, or near-saints, by their followers, yet all three were branded as evil, at one time, by the hierarchical elite aspects of Christendom. This is something everyone eventually confronts who follows the way of the Female Christ. One can get mad and hold a grudge and fight back, like Cayce or Crazy Horse, or one can be totally oblivious, like Bernadette. It is assumed that both Cayce's body and Crazy Horses's body have decomposed, whereas Bernadette's body is as fresh today as it was when she died 125 years ago.

Something to think about, anyway.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Speaking of Jane Roberts

2004-07-06T19:15:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

Jane Roberts was both ahead of her time and firmly planted within her time. She was channeling long before it became popular. She produced an incredibly huge body of teaching. The Seth material laid the groundwork for the huge wave of channelings and teachings that came through in the Eighties and Nineties. The word channeling was not even being used when she started doing it back in the Sixties.

Although she helped define the modern channeling phenomenon, she was also confined by it. Jane Roberts was an extraordinary person with extraordinary talents and an extraordinary mind. She was a highly skilled and prodigious writer in her own right. As a poet and novelist, Roberts was talented, but she never received the recognition because of her huge "channeler" image. She played second fiddle to Seth, whom she channeled, but her life deserves a study in its own right apart from Seth.

Speaking of Jane Roberts: Remembering the Author of the Seth Material, by Susan M. Watkins, is a book that presents the life of Jane Roberts the person as opposed to Jane Roberts the channeler. But it is not so much a biography as it is a memoir by Susan M. Watkins. Watkins was probably closer to Jane than anyone but Jane's husband. She worked with Jane conducting her famous ESP classes, she wrote the book, Conversations With Seth, and she was a personal friend of Jane and Rob for almost twenty years at the time of Jane's death. Seth said of Jane and Susan's relationship that they were soul counterparts--a type of soulmate. They enjoyed a very psychic relationship and often dreamed together. Their relationship had its ups and downs, for both women were dealing with their own issues--issues that defined their relationship.

This book is as much a study of Susan M. Watkins' own life as it is a study of Jane Roberts. At first, I wasn't sure if this was going to work for me, but as I read on I was thoroughly captivated not only by Ms. Watkins' very smart insights, but by her substantial writing abilities. It was not long before I longed to know more about Watkins, just as I longed to know more about Roberts. Although Watkins is capable of integrating esoteric metaphysical concepts into her story, she can also easily portray things from a strictly non-metaphysical perspective. She is as human as her subject.

For years it has puzzled me why Jane Roberts died such a slow and agonizing death, why she lived through a painful disease, and why she ignored the advice Seth channeled through her. It reminds me of Edgar Cayce whose health deteriorated while he refused to listen to the advice of the readings. And Linda Goodman, too. Now having read Susan M Watkins book, I am beginning to understand. I am not going to give anything away, though, for this is truly one of the masterful aspects of this book, and makes this a very important book.

Jane Roberts is not glossed over in this book--not at all! Watkins reveals Roberts without any makeup, and it is not always pretty. She talks about her constant smoking, her drinking, her bizarre idiosyncracies, her eating habits, her phsycial problems, her disdain of rich people, her maniacal work ethics, her relationship with her mother, her relationship with her husband, and her infamous sailor's mouth. (Apparently, Roberts rarely finished a sentence without at least one cuss word.) It is the complexity of genius that Watkins is trying to make sense of and she does an inspiring job. She shows all sides to the many-faceted gem that was Jane Roberts. (She also talks about Jane's relationship with author Richard Bach.)

By the way, Watkins reveals in this book that the Seth material that has been published is only a small fraction of the entire work. This is mind-blowing considering that there are over 20 books published! She also reveals that at one time Jane was considering burning all the Seth material and not publishing it at all. We are all lucky that she did not.

I cannot close without commenting on Susan M Watkins' delicious sense of humor. There were a few times that I had to put the book down because I was laughing so hard. This is a very informative and pleasurable book to read even if one has not studied the Seth material. For those who have studied it, this book is a must-read.

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Ramble #10

2004-07-02T00:09:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

New ways of seeing. New ways of feeling. New ways of hearing. New ways of touching. New ways of smelling and tasting. Everything will be different; gloriously different. Problems that we've been working on for many, many years will seem to melt away as we perceive them with our new awareness. Challenges never dreamed of before will tantalize our newborn curiosity. Even our bodies will seem different. We will wonder if we are entirely new people.

And the answer is yes, we will be.

Can you feel the new person growing inside you? Can you feel yourself glowing like a pregnant woman? Are we stretching to accomodate the new us? Are we nurturing it with positive reinforcement, and nourishing it with love? Are we talking to it; making a connection? Have we blessed it and invited it in? Have we embraced it?

That is how we bring it to life; by embracing it.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Life Cycles

2004-06-30T08:59:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Release Announcement from White Feather

Life Cycles, by White Feather. In a dimension built off of waves, everything tends to be cyclic. Waves of thought are continually flowing through our dimension, and waves hitting other waves create even more waves. It becomes kaleidoscopic in nature as waves flow in all directions. When you pull your vision back out of the kaleidoscope, then everything seems to solidify into a physical reality. It becomes "real" and the cycles of waves are no longer apparent. I invite everyone to put their eyeball up to the eyepiece of the kaleidoscope, and take a peek inside. (16 pages) Download it now for FREE! Click here.

Ramble #9

2004-06-30T08:44:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

I lean towards the maxim, Everything is an illusion. It's a notion I found quite disagreeable years ago but I have slowly warmed up to it. Reality is about perception. How we perceive things is how we create our reality. Since our perceptions are fluid and constantly changing, reality, too, is fluid and constantly changing. To define something as real is an attempt to stop the natural movement of our perceptions and make something absolute. One of my favorite Philip sayings is, "The only absolute truth is that there are no absolute truths."

You can hold up a rock and say, "This rock is absolute. We can measure it, weigh it, photograph it, and we can test it for its mineral contents." We can define the rock but it is not absolute because our definition of the rock is only our perception from the vibratory frequency we are operating in. In a different vibratory frequency that rock may not look like a rock at all. Heck, it may be a living, breathing being, or part of one. In other vibratory frequencies that rock could take on the appearance of a tree or a tractor. And then there is the entire universe within that rock....

Defining our reality is limiting our creative ability for we create our realities within the parameters we set for ourselves. The more we define and proclaim absolute, the more we restrict our movement. If there are no absolute truths then, to me, there's no point in searching for absolute truths. Instead of defining my reality and making it absolute I concentrate on the creative aspect of creating my own reality.

"What can I create if I drop my belief in this truth? Or that truth?" "What can I create if I moved my perceptions to new less limiting perceptions?" "If I dropped my belief in struggle as a truth will it help me create a reality without struggle?" Instead of finding and defining truths I go through the house getting rid of all the truths I can find. I want no truths to limit me and slow me down and keep me out of the flow. I want to enjoy the illusion and get everything out of it that I can, knowing that I am creating it and that it is changing with each breath I take.

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Death, Time, and Struggle

2004-06-28T09:10:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

Okay, let's say that we got a sudden psychic premonition that we were going to die exactly three years from now. The premonition is so strong and clear that there is no doubt as to its veracity. Would we fight it and try to change it with our thinking, ordaining it away? Or would we "give up the struggle and allow a quiet and non-resistant departure"? And if we did "give up the struggle", would we suddenly find that life was very different without "the struggle"? Without the struggle, would we find that it really did not matter how much time we had left?

The key elements here are time and struggle. THEY ARE VERY RELATED! If we change our concept of either one, then our concept of death must also change.

And if we really truly have free will, then we cannot die unless it is a choice on at least some level. This, of course, begs the question, "Why would any of us choose death?"

The two main reasons people choose to die are time and struggle. There are those two words again. Most of us choose to die because we are tired of struggling, or because we don't like this time and want to move on to a different time. The method we use to die, whether it is being hit by a bus, dying in an earthquake, having a heart attack, cancer, or being murdered, is just the tool we employ to carry out the choice we made at whatever level.

Sometimes, we die because it is the only way we know how to change.

So it would seem that the way to overcome death would be to change our perception of time and struggle, and to learn how to change. Change is utilizing death without dying.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Ramble #8

2004-06-26T09:45:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

In a state of complete unconditionality there is no need for apologies because apologies are an expression of guilt for not having met a condition. That condition could be one that you placed on your self or it can be one you perceive others to hold. Exuberance is neither good nor bad. It is only our judgments of exuberance that create conditions, such as "too much exuberance is bad" or "people don't like that." If we hold those judgments/conditions then when we are exuberant we feel bad and we apologize for not meeting the conditions we set for ourselves. We apologize for doing "what people don't like" even though it is our perception that they don't like it. That perception is held in place by the conditions/beliefs we set forth for ourselves. If we embrace "too much exuberance is bad" long enough it becomes a belief and every time we apologize we reinforce that belief and become more stuck to it.

Expecting a reaction is also conditional. To express unconditionally it matters not what others appear to do or not do or say or how they react. If we write only with the condition that others like what we write then we most assuredly are not writing unconditionally, and we won't be writing from the heart, but rather from those conditions we hold. Writing and posting is metaphoric for how we live life and express ourselves. We all live conditionally but we're on a journey that is taking us to a state of unconditionality. Apologies are important because they highlight those conditions (sticky goo) that are impeding our movement into that state.

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The Other Side of Fear

2004-06-26T09:09:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

There has always been fear in the lives of humans in their current condition. It was caused by the big separation. And there will always be fear to some degree until that separation is mended.

So if fear is going to be there, can it be used constructively? How does fear help us evolve?

To understand this dimension, fear must be experienced and understood. We cannot go beyond fear except by going through it. We cannot go around it. All fears lead us eventually back to our selves. It is us on the other side of that fear. If we try to go around the fear on the right, then that part of our selves on the other side of fear moves around to the left. The only way is to walk directly through the fear.

When we walk through that fear we realize that we are walking through love as well. Within all fear there is love, and we can't know and experience that love without walking through it also. When our fears come up, it is a grand opportunity to walk through it, reclaiming the love that is there, which is hidden by the fear. The duality of love and fear is part of life. We miss a lot of love by not walking through our fears. When we don't walk through our fears, we just go in circles and the fear doesn't go away, and the love stays out of our reach as well.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Homosexuality on Turtle Island

2004-06-24T09:24:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

It is commonly believed that homosexuality is limited to the human species but this has been scientifically proven to be false. Among the animals who have been scientifically documented as engaging in homesexual relations is the American Bison--more commonly known as the buffalo.

Although modern white academia didn't get around to making the scientific discovery until the 1970s, the Lakota knew about it for hundreds of years. It was a natural part of their intimate knowledge of the buffalo. It became validated for academia after two U.S. universities did extensive studies on free-range buffalo herds.

It was learned--and documented--that when the females of a buffalo herd were about to go into heat, the herd's alpha male (each herd had a dominant male leader) would suddenly start having sex with other males in the herd. This homosexual activity would only last a short time; until the females came into heat, at which point all males turned their attention towards the females and the propagation of the herd. Academia is still trying to come up with an explanation.

Having observed this buffalo behavior for hundreds of years, the Lakota had an explanation for it. They saw it as very normal. The way they saw it, the dominant alpha male was looking out for the welfare and continued existence of the herd. Sensing the females about to come into heat, the alpha male was merely getting the other males in the mood to start procreating. But he wasn't just doing that. He was also putting his vibrations into those other males so that they would, in turn, pass on those vibrations to the females and all the new calves to be born.

Is it any wonder that the Lakota viewed homosexuals differently than most other human societies? In Lakota society, gay men were revered. They were considered to possess special powers ordinary men didn't. If you were a gay man in Lakota society, you'd be called winkte. Most winkte ended up being shamans and medicine men, because of the special powers they were considered to possess. They were seen as different from other men; but they were seen as superior, or alpha. It was not unusual for a normally heterosexual male warrior to go sleep with a winkte before some great battle, in hopes of picking up some extra mojo. Mothers would bring their sick children to a winkte to have the winkte touch them, giving them their special alpha winkte powers of healing.

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Smearing Across Space

2004-06-22T23:13:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

The past does not exist. It does not exist. Can you show it to me? You can show me some history books, but they are not the past. They're just a perspective on the past; an amalgation of different perspectives written into a story. But it is not the past.

You can say, "But I have memories." Yes, you do, but they are not the past, they are "memories of the past." You cannot show me the past in the NOW, therefore it does not exist. That's why we invented memory, which is a holographic imprint of the NOWs that we have embraced.

It can be viewed that our lives are holographic imprints. In universal "time", our lives take about one second. It's the light that life created that smears across space creating a 3-D holographic image that allows us to see the "memory" of that one thought, which is our life. While the thought takes just a second, the light that we are travels the entire spectrum of that life from one NOW to the next to the next, up around the spiral of light towards the completion of the thought.

This is our grand wonderful journey. We give this journey life through embracing as many NOWs as possible.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Shift Happens - 3

2004-06-18T08:48:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

You can tell you've been through a shift when you look back behind you and everything back there looks different.

The See-Saw

2004-06-17T07:56:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

We all have numerous egos and all we do is fight them and try to kill them. We label them as bad and we must exterminate anything that is bad, right? Egos are not bad. They are a part of us. We're confused because we're doing battle against parts of ourselves.

Stop fighting your egos. The more you fight an ego, the more energy you give it and the more it will fight back. Drop your weapons. Stop the confusing war. Get to know your egos. Try to understand them and you will eventually be taken to the source of their power. Egos are driven by emotions. Fear is the main one, but all emotions fuel egos. We created egos for protection from our fears, but we also created them to act out all our other emotions. We need our egos to get through those emotions and we need to get through those emotions in order to get to what is at the root of all emotions, and that, of course, is unconditional love.

Emotions can be seen as both our resistance to unconditional love and our attempt to translate unconditional love into a system of duality where our egos can act out that translation. So we don't get back to unconditional love by killing our egos, but rather by making peace with our egos and trying to understand the translation they are showing us.

The thing about dark nights of the soul is that they are followed by bright days of the soul, which are followed by dark nights of the soul, which are followed by bright days of the soul, etc. Living in duality, this is the natural flow. We can go with the flow, fight it, or go beyond it by focusing on the center null point of ONE-ness. Just like with our days and nights on planet Earth, there is incredible beauty to be found just before sunrise or just as the sun is setting; those times when it's neither fully day nor fully night. It seems like it's half day and half night. The two are, ever so briefly, balanced out. Edgar Cayce said that sunrise and sunset were big windows into other dimensions. The center null point of balance is always a window.

As I watch people continually seesaw between dark nights of the soul and exuberant bright days of the soul, I see that everything is in order. It is very natural. The purpose of the seesaw ride is to have fun, but it is also to eventually draw our attention to that center null point; the fulcrum upon which we create our reality. As we ride the seesaw, our attention is usually either on going up or going down or on those sitting on the opposite end of the seesaw. There's great joy in shooting up in the air and there's some pain when your seat hits the ground coming down. But if you put your focus on the center null point fulcrum of the seesaw then you will find an incredible peace. There is no tension at all, even though the fulcrum is supporting the weight of the seesaw and its occupants. There is no competition in the fulcrum; it is all in the board and occupants. There is no war in the fulcrum because a fulcrum is a ONE-ness principle and war is a duality principle. A see-saw is symbolic of two different principles (ONE-ness and duality) working together to create a new principle and new reality.

Within us, our heart is our fulcrum and our egos are our children taking turns riding on the seesaw having lots of fun....and a few painful bumps. Don't battle your children. Don't discipline them. Love them, nurture them, understand them. They have a lot to teach. And they can show us how to have fun. But they need a steady fulcrum upon which play.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Free Shipping in June!

2004-06-14T23:26:00.000-06:00

Good news! You can get free shipping on my books (reviewed in the left column) during the month of June on orders of $25 or more. The sale ends at the end of June so act quickly to get free shipping.

Of course all the books are also available as instantly downloadable ebooks and there is never any shipping charges for those.

Rafting Down the River of Time

2004-06-11T07:44:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

Being in the NOW we are in a constant state of motion. Stagnation is impossible. With each breath we move from one moment of NOW into a new moment of NOW. The movement never stops. Linear perspectives of time are our attempt to stop that movement long enough to categorize our NOWs into a framework for our understanding. It's all part of our journey through the hologram.

The NOW is a constant flow. If we are rafting down the river of linear time our thoughts and focus can be on any part of the river but our actual physical experience of rafting down that river takes places in only one specific spot; in that raft. That's where the NOW is.

We can dream of the joy we'll experience farther down the river and we can wax nostalgic about the joy we experienced back up the river, but the only place we can actually experience that joy is in the NOW.

From a universal standpoint that whole long journey down the river took about 3 seconds. That's all. That's how close to simultaneous it all is. It took about 3 seconds of universal time to fill up every single moment of NOW on that long trip down the river with our essence so that we could experience the trip down the river. Though each of our NOWs are filled with essence at roughly the same time, we journey through those NOWs in a linear fashion in order to understand the story of the whole trip down the river.

It can be said that we lived many lives along the course of that river but we can also say that we are a unique and different individual with each and every one of those NOWs we experience along the way. We are constantly changing when we're in the NOW. Constantly. Every single NOW is different. When we are in the flow of the NOW and are fully embracing each new and different NOW then we can resonate to that essence which is the bigger "us" which filled with life all those moments of NOW along the river in the first place. And in so connecting we are also connecting to all the different parts of us that embraced all the different NOWs along the river. Through connecting and embracing the NOW we are able to begin to see the ONE-ness of it all. It is from this perspective of ONE-ness that we can see the simultaneous nature of universal time and how it corresponds to our linear perspective. From this perspective we can see how imperative it was that we use linear time to move our understanding back to a point of being able to imagine simultaneous time. It was an evolutionary tool and as with any tool when the function of the tool becomes obsolete then so does the tool.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved. Books By White Feather

Prostitution and Divorce

2004-06-10T07:32:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

In the old Lakota society only the woman in a marriage had the power of divorce. And all she had to do to divorce her husband was to kick him out of her teepee. All teepees and communal property were owned by the women. Men only owned their horses and weapons. Everything else belonged to the women. And only the woman could grant a divorce. Men had no say in the matter--although if the man wanted a divorce bad enough he could engage in behavior that helped convince the woman to divorce him.

Real marriage or divorce happens only within one's heart. It only involves ONE person.

There is a little prostitution involved in practically every relationship. Prostitution is merely a means of exchange and we all are involved in exchanges that have subtle hints of prostitution at certain levels.

With unconditional love there is no exchange. Exchange is always conditional! Prostitution is when we exchange our sacredness for power (money). Most all of us do that on a daily...nay, hourly rate. So when we talk about prostitution we are really talking about the degree of prostitution that is acceptable. While we prostitute ourselves constantly in little subtle ways, we cross the line of acceptable prostitution when we exchange sex and money. There is a great hypocrisy involved in condemning prostitution on one side of the line and not on the other. It's all the same thing. It's an energy exchange.

With unconditional love there is no exchange! The holy bonds of matrimony are a condition! Divorce is a condition. When you unconditionally love someone, none of that other stuff matters one iota. If you unconditionally love someone, then chances are that you're not married to that someone because then your love would not be unconditional anymore. That's how unconditional unconditional can be.

With unconditional love there is no exchange! There is no giving and taking, there is merely a ONE-directional flow of energy. 99 percent of the sex humans engage in is an exchange! One percent of the sex (actually, less) is an expression of unconditional love--WHICH IS NOT AN EXCHANGE. Can you even imagine sex without any exchange involved? No give or take? Is it even possible? The ancient Hindu believed that this kind of rare sexual expression of unconditional love could bring about incredible enlightenment.

With unconditional love there is no exchange! Think about that. Imagine that. Stretch your thinking to accomodate every tangible result of such a statement.

As long as we are NOT in unconditional love then we are in some form of exchange. That is neither good nor bad but we judge it so in relation to the level of prostitution involved (according to our beliefs in prostitution). And, of course, our beliefs are shaped by our experiences and the experiences of all our aspects. Hopefully, every aspect will have a different perspective. In this way we can gain a whole perspective. That's why everyone--in one life or another--has experienced prostitution and that's also why we have all experienced murder. We are learning and experiencing a system of exchange (duality) so we must experience the whole system for a whole understanding. We must "stand under" all the perspectives.

I've had to learn that I've been a murderer and a no-account worthless son-of-a-bitch, but going beyond that I can see how the exchange patterns create a karma of their own. Once you see them you can them snip them off, so to speak, releasing karma. It's always handy to have a pair of scissors with you when you're out to release karma. Karma is like residue or imprints of exchanges made repeatedly over time. So unconditional love, since it goes beyond exchange, is a way of dissipating and going beyond karma.

By the way, wealth can be created through exchange but true abundance is created through unconditional love.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

Shift Happens - 2

2004-06-09T10:04:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Well, today is June 9th, or 6-9. Numerologically, 6 and 9 together represent balance between yin and yang. 6 vibrates to the planet Venus which has taken center stage right now. 9 vibrates to Mars. So today, of all days, Venus and Mars should be alright tonight. It's a powerful day, providing a point of balance from which to "step off into the precipice," to put it in Tarot lingo. In I Ching lingo, it's a good day to "cross the great river." In Lakota lingo, we could say, "It's a good day to die." We can look at these phrases in numerous ways but it all boils down to, "It's a good day for change."

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Shift Happens - 1

2004-06-07T00:12:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Are you tired of hearing about "the shift;" this big shift in cosciousness we're supposedly going through right now? Are you tired of hearing about it and now want to actually see and experience it? If this big shift is really occuring, then why does so much of life still seem the same?

Our brains can be a lot like a computer. For purposes of speed, our personal computers have what is known as [i]caches[/i]. This is a storage of all the webpages you regularly visit. So that sites come up fast, the cached version of a page will come up at times.

Our brains are a lot like that, too. Let's say that we walk by a certain building practically every day. At first, we look at it and imprint it on our memories, but after time we stop paying attention to it and instead of actually looking at the building we now just see a cached version of the building which is a composite of all the imprinting we had done the first times we consciously looked at it. Like the computers, our brains do this for the matter of speed and economy.

We do this even with people who are a regular part of our lives. Spending time with someONE over long stretches of time, we build composite images of them and we routinely see those images instead of any updated versions. We build a cache of default images that our brains can use very quickly and what happens is we get out of the habit of actually looking and seeing and imprinting.

You see, imprinting takes a little bit of energy; not much, just a little zap. But using cached default images takes no real energy at all. Everything is already on file there in the noggin and all we've got to do is click on the default image we want.

This same idea can be applied to thoughts and beliefs and emotions.

So one way of looking at things would be to say that if one is not seeing the shift then one is seeing cached default images. By "clearing out our cache" we are coaxing our selves to open our eyes and see and feel anew. By learning to feel with our eyes and see with our feelings we can stay out of default mode and we can open our selves to unlimited beauty and joy and undeniable evidence of a very major shift in awareness.

Missions and Stories

2004-06-05T08:05:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

I think missions and stories are definitely not the same. Some people will play a board game with a specific mission in mind, such as to win. Others will play the board game just for the experience and fun of playing it. To them, the mission of winning the game isn't so important. After all, when you win, the game is over.

When you play a game with a specific intent of winning (mission) every aspect of the game is seen from the perspective of that mission and non-mission oriented aspects become less important and are often ignored. But all aspects are part of the overall story of playing the game. So to be fully into the story of the game it is best not to have a mission so that all the aspects of the game can be enjoyed and understood.

A story is something that we write as we play, so to speak. A story is in the NOW because we are constantly writing it with each breath we take. A mission is something that is connected to an illusory future and is therefore not in the NOW.

Copyright © 2004, by White Feather. All Rights Reserved.

The Tale of the Two Track Stars

2004-06-02T21:51:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

The master of ceremonies for the championship track meet was none other than Kent Brockster. You might remember him from such low-budget documentaries such as Cheese, Why We Need It and Getting Obscenely Rich With Needlepoint. Kent never had any goals when he was growing up other than to be popular. He fell into his career simply because he had that perfect voice for narration. He just went along where ever his voice led him and now after 36 years of doing news, narrating documentaries, doing commercials, and hosting countless stupid events, Kent no longer had the patience to wait for the two track stars who were late.

The event was supposed to have started thirty seconds ago. As though to make sure it was still working--or to hurry things us--Kent tapped on his watch with his fingernail. There was no response and he put his arm down to his side, expelling a deep sigh. If only people realized how much waiting I had to do, thought Kent. If I added up all the time I've spent waiting for everything to be in place before I began speaking, I'd....I'd....well, I'd have a whole extra lifetime!

Just then, Gloria and Amber, the two track stars, appeared at the gate to the field. The crowd, numbering about four thousand, erupted in cheers. Gloria and Amber were the two top-seeded track stars and were now facing each other off for the crown.

Today's race would not be a typical race. For one thing, there were only two girls running around the track. But the run would also contain many hurdles--hurdles which the girls themselves placed on their paths. Each girl was allowed to place as many hurdles in their lanes as they wanted and they could set them as high as they wanted. Gloria placed 17 hurdles on her path around the track and Amber placed 14 hurdles. Gloria set her hurdles as high as she had ever jumped before while Amber set hers at the lowest setting.

As the two girls walked ever-so-slowly to their starting points, waving to the crowd the whole way, Kent Brockster let his mind wander as he stared across the crowd. He thought about the only goal he had left, and that was retirement. Then he wouldn't have to do this anymore....but then he would no longer be in the public eye. He dreaded retirement as much as he longed for it.

As the girls did their final stretching, Kent tapped the microphone to make sure it was still on--much like he had tapped on his watch before. Clearing his throat, Kent Brockster addressed the crowd:

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to the ultimate sporting matchup this state has ever seen. Hello, I'm Kent Brokster. You might remember me from the Channel 7 News or last year's All-State Tractor Pull. I'm here to introduce you to the two greatest athletes to grace the tracks of our fair region. These two women have worked their way through every obstacle imaginable to get to the top and now they only have each other standing in the way. Today it will be decided which of the two is the best....the one who gets to wear the crown."

At the mention of the crown, the crowd went crazy. Waiting--once again--for the noise to subside, Kent then continued, "Ladies and gentleman, in the left lane we have Gloria." Once again, the crowd erupted in cheering. "And...and in the right lane we have Amber." And once again with the cheering. The two track stars were waving and bowing to the audience enciting them into further noise.

"As you know!" said Kent rather loudly, "Each star has placed their hurdles in their lanes. The girls will each run around the track one time and I'll be here at the finish line with the crown to place on the winner's head."

As both Gloria and Amber got in their set positions, Kent raised the starting pistol into the air. Shooting that pistol, for Kent, was an extra added bonus. It felt good for him to fire it although sometime he wanted to fire it horizontally intead of vertically.

"Ready! Set!" As the crowd fell into silence, Kent pulled the trigger and the race began.

It was no surprise that Gloria jumped out to an early lead. She had built up a bit of a reputation for that; being fast out of the gate. The crowd was not expecting to see how Amber got started, however. To everyone's surprise, when the pistol was fired Amber merely stood erect slowly and began walking--and walking rather slowly. A hush fell across the bleachers.

But then Gloria cleared her first hurdle as though flying right over it and the crowd broke into cheers again. Kent Brockster's eyes were fixed on Gloria leaping over the hurdle like a graceful gazelle. He had seen his share of sporting events and recognized talent when he saw it. Kent gasped, though, when he turned his attention to Amber. He covered his opened mouth with his hand.

Many in the crowd were also watching with jaw dropped as Amber put her hands in her pockets and began whistling as she ambled ever so slowly around the track. Was she sleepwalking? She didn't even seem to be paying attention. It was as though she were taking a leisurely stroll through a park. It was as though she were utterly enjoying her self. Each step was short and slow as Amber looked around as though she were seeing scenery she had never seen before. A gasp went through the crowd when Amber stopped walking to watch the flight of a cabbage butterfly flitting across the field.

By this time, Gloria was already halfway around the track and she had flawlessly cleared nine more hurdles and was coming upon her eleventh hurdle. The sound of the crowd gasping and oohing and aahing did not sound right to Gloria but she tried to block it out and focus on her next hurdle. This was the same hurdle that she had failed to clear in one of her State competitions--a competition which coincidentally was also mastered by Kent Brockster. Failing to clear the hurdle only encouraged Gloria to set the hurdle even higher. She pushed herself hard and the hurdles, to her, were never set high enough. Her brother, a one-time All-State high school football player, joked, "What she really wants to do is fly."

With Amber walking around in a somnambulant state, the crowd turned their attention to Gloria--seemingly simultaneously. At least, that's what Gloria felt was happening. It was enough to divert her focus and she went crashing into the eleventh hurdle. Gloria, along with pieces of the hurdle, went flying. But it wasn't a take off so much as a crash landing. Gloria went skidding across the track and an entire childhood of skinned knee and elbow memories flooded to the surface. The crowd went bonkers.

Gloria's only thought, however, was to get up and keep running. Surely she would be overtaken by Amber at any second. She didn't even bother looking at her skinned elbows and knees; she just got right back up to start running. It was then that she turned her head around to see that Amber wasn't right behind her. Looking back near the starting line, Gloria could see Amber walking! This momentarily confused Gloria but she shook it off and began running again. She still had six more hurdles to go.

By this time, Amber finally reached her first hurdle and to everyone's further shock she merely walked around it! But the crowd was barely finished gasping when four thousand heads turned simultaneously to the other side of the track to see Gloria clear two more hurdles. The hurdles didn't even seem to slow Gloria down. With some space before Gloria's next hurdle the crowd again turned its collective head towards Amber who was now skipping merrily like a school child. "At least she's making better time," thought Kent Brockster.

Kent then turned his head with the crowd to see Gloria crash into another hurdle. The crowd let out a screaming and a wailing that could be heard all the way to the Shangri-La Trailer Park. This time, Gloria didn't get up right away. Perhaps she wasn't so quick to rise on account of Amber being so hopelessly far behind her or perhaps it just hurts a lot more when you skin knees and elbows that were just skinned less than a minute before. Whatever the case, Gloria just laid there, her chin resting on the hot asphalt.

Gloria let the pain run its slow course and then she very slowly started to get up. By this time, Amber had meandered past her third obstacle. She was no longer skipping but rather walking very slowly again. Looking back and forth between the two seemingly forlorn track stars, the crowd was suddenly gasped out. Kent was beside himself.

"Good God almighty! This is going to take forever," murmured Kent under his breath. It was a good thing the microphone wasn't near his mouth. He continued with his murmuring, "I could grow a beard in the time it's going to take to finish this race." With this thought, Kent's hand automatically raised to his face and he rubbed it across his face. "Still smooth," he whispered.

Over the past five or six years Kent had been thinking a lot about growing a beard. Since he had never been seen with a beard in his life perhaps no one would recognize him with one. Heck, he probably wouldn't even recognize himself. With a beard, a hat, and some sunglasses perhaps Kent would be able to stroll down the street of Anywhere, USA and not be recognized. "Everything is backwards," he murmured to himself. At the beginning of his career, Kent tried as hard as he could to get everyone to recognize him and now he was scheming ways to hide from everyone. Turning his attention back to the race, Kent continued his mumbling, "This race is certainly backwards."

Amber was still lolligagging around the track like some blissed out junkie. She continued walking around her hurdles and with one of them she got down on her knees and crawled under it. At one point, she stopped to pick some dandelion flowers alongside the track. She was finally nearing the mid-point in her trip around the track.

Meanwhile Gloria had gotten up and resumed her running but now she was limping and her pace had slowed considerably. She was too hurt to clear her remaining hurdles but she tried anyway, knocking them down in the process. With blood running down her arms and legs, Gloria pushed onward to the finish line. After knocking over her last hurdle, she looked across the track at Amber who was in the process of doing a cartwheel. What? Gloria was confused but she managed put all of her focus back into running. She kicked it into overdrive, as they say, and, despite the searing pain, she picked up speed for the final leg of the race. In a flash she was crossing the finish line.

"Finally," murmured Kent Brockster. "Now if only the other one would hurry up." As Gloria slowed her running after passing the finish line, Kent turned his eyes to Amber who was still walking slowly and still only a little past halfway around the track. Kent rubbed his hand over his face again but it was still smooth.

The crowd had fallen silent. It was hard to cheer someone who didn't even seem to be trying. In muted astonishment, the crowd watched Amber very slowly walk around the track.

Kent looked over at Gloria to see that she was now on the ground, her arms and legs being treated by trainers. He then looked at the crowd who seemed in a state of confused suspended animation. Then he looked at Amber who was now kicking an empty soda can down the track. "I wish someone would kick her down the track," he murmured. The waiting was killing him.

Amber forgot about the can when a pair of geese flew by overhead. She stopped walking and looked up, shielding her eyes from the sun with her hand. When the geese honked, Amber, to everyone's further amusement, honked back. The crowd never looked up at the geese. Everyone's gazes remained fixed on Amber who had now resumed her painfully slow walk towards the finish line.

Kent found himself wondering what it would be like to be smoking a cigarette right now. Kent didn't smoke but he figured if he did, right now, would be a very perfect time for a smoke. Kent looked at the stupified crowd and wondered how many people in the crowd were jonesing for a cigarette right about now. Under his breath, Kent laughed a little sinister laugh.

Then he looked back at Amber who was doing yet another cartwheel. "Hotdog!" Kent said with a scowl. Some in the crowd actually applauded the cartwheel. "Idiots!" Kent said with a scowl.

Kent then started thinking about hotdogs and as he did so a little ping went off in his stomach. Like a trained monkey, he lifted his microphone-holding left hand up in order to look at his watch. "It looks like it's going to be a late lunch today," he said under his breath. He tapped the watch with his fingernail even though that didn't help make lunch come earlier. With another deep sigh, Kent dropped his arm and continued to wait. Looking at Amber, who was now twirling in circles, he let out another sigh.

To have something to do, Kent looked over at Gloria to see that she was now sitting up while her trainers continued to dress her wounds. That didn't take long. Kent looked back at Amber and she was now moonwalking. "That damn Michael Jackson!" Kent said under his breath.

Looking at Amber, then at Gloria, and then at the crowd, Kent let out another sigh and turned his attention to the sky above. Oh, how wonderful it must be like to be a cloud, he thought. As a cloud you can go where ever you want whenever you want. And since you'd be constantly changing no one would ever recognize you. Kent imagined himself a cloud being blown through the sky, morphing constantly, swimming through the air. Now that would be grand!

As Kent continued staring into the sky he began noticing that a certain cloud suddenly looked a lot like a boat; his boat to be exact. That boat cost a pretty penny and he only used it maybe two weeks out of the year. Kent wondered what it would be like to get in his boat and never come back. He could grow a beard and get a pipe and be a sea captain. As long as he didn't talk in his "professional voice" no one would recognize him and he could just be a happy sea captain for the rest of his life. On his boat he could be like that cloud.

"Aye, matie," Kent said under his breath in his best sea captain voice. This was followed by a little snicker and then he looked back down to earth and saw that Amber had not progressed very much at all. She was only a little over three-quarters of the way around the track. Looking over at the crowd, Kent noticed that there were many who were taking bathroom breaks. There was also a small bunch now actively cheering every one of Amber's molasses slow steps.

Kent wiggled his toes inside his shoes to help bring back the circulation. He felt that he was very close to breaking into pacing. Pacing had been a problem for Kent in the early years but he had managed to train himself not to do it in public. But he could only take so much.

With each minute becoming more agonizing than the next, Kent stood there and waited. And waited. And waited. And as he waited his life began to flash before his eyes. Was this the end? Would this be the straw that broke the commentator's back? Would he be able to make it until Amber crossed the finish line? Or would he go postal?

Amber was all smiles as she neared the finish line. She was waving; to the crowd, to the birds and butterflies, and to unseen benevolent phantoms. She was exuding happiness and the crowd was now starting to cheer her as she approached the waiting Kent Brockster. Helped by her trainers, Gloria was now limping back to the finish line. The crowd slowly rose to its feet when Amber got to about twenty paces from the finish line and the cheering intensified tremendously.

It was enough to break Kent out of his stupor. He turned to face the approaching Amber. The tiresome waiting would soon be over. He was about to raise the microphone to his mouth but, after all, she had twenty more paces, so there was still time.

With each step towards the finish line taken by Amber the crowd got louder. The excitement level was tremendous. Despite the fact that he was wearing a jacket, Kent could feel the hairs on his arms stand up. Finally, Amber walked over the finish line and Kent stepped up to her and grabbed her hand, holding it up into the air. With his other hand he brought the microphone up to his mouth and shouted, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner!"

The crowd went crazy with applause. Kent continued holing Amber's hand up into the air. Amber seemed confused and was no longer smiling.

Finally, Kent let Amber's hand go and he reached behind him where a man was waiting holding a crown. Kent took the crown and turning back around placed it on Amber's head. He then addressed the crowd again, "Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the new queen of the track, Amber!" The crowd, once again, went crazy. Gloria was cussing up a storm but because of the crowd you couldn't hear what she was saying.

The applause lasted a long time--but in comparison to Amber's stroll around the track it really wasn't that long. When it finally subsided Kent spoke into the microphone again but this time he addressed Amber, "Amber, how do you feel and what do you have to say to the crowd?" He moved the microphone near her mouth.

"Well, Mr. Brockster, this crown really makes me feel funny. It's way too heavy and it affects my center of gravity and therefore hampers my natural movement as I walk." To everyone's horror, Amber took off the crown and handed it back to Kent. "I can't do cartwheels with a crown on. Thanks, but no thanks. All I want to do is walk."

His jaw dropped open and his microphone limp at his side, Kent took back the crown from Gloria and watched in amazement as she proceeded to continue walking. It looked like she was going to walk around the track again. With the crown in hand, Kent didn't know what to say or do. He watched Amber walk off and, to his further amazement, he watched several people from the crowd jump out of the stands and follow Amber in her walking. At least two dozen people joined Amber. The rest of the crowd fell silent and their collective attention was now on Kent Brockster. What happens now?

Kent was utterly beside himself. None of his experience over his 36 year career prepared him to deal with this situation. He was utterly clueless as to what to do. He just stood there wishing he was a cloud.

Slowly, Kent realized that the entire crowd, as well as Gloria and her trainers, were staring at him waiting for something to happen; waiting for him to say something to allay their confusion. Hee hee! You people have made me wait all these years and now you get to see what it's like! thought Kent. You don't like it, do you; waiting and waiting and waiting?

And then Kent got an idea. He walked toward Gloria and placed the crown on her head. Turning to the audience, he brought the microphone to his mouth and proclaimed, "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new winner!" The crowd, as can be expected, went nuts.

Kent proclaimed Gloria the new queen and, all smiles, she then walked the width of the stands as she was showered with roses and emotional exclamations. She walked slowly back and forth in front of the crowd blowing kisses and waving. Kent, meanwhile, looked over at Amber and the people following her. They had now veered off the track and were headed for the forest.

Kent shook his head. This sure was a backwards day. His job was now finally over and all he wanted to do was go to his boat. Looking around him, he noticed that no one was paying any attention to him any longer. All the attention was now on the new queen Gloria. Kent sighed a sigh of relief. And then he went into action.

He gave the microphone to the guy who was holding the crown and then he started walking away. And he was walking much like Amber did; without a care in the world. As he walked across the field he took off his tie and flung it on the grass. After a life of never ever littering it now felt good to just throw that tie. Next, Kent took off his watch and flung it, too. Some homeless person will probably find that and take it to the pawn shop and get enough money for it to feed themselves for a few weeks, thought Kent. Ah, it felt good to be charitable.

Feeling invigorated, Kent just walked. There was no looking back. He was just going to keep walking until he got to his boat. Oh, man it felt good to just walk and thrill in the movement. Moving free of restrictions, he was like a cloud--a cloud in a business suit. Taking off his jacket, he flung that, too. He waved his arms through the air and did his first cartwheel in over twenty-five years. Continuing his walk, Kent felt his face and chuckled as he felt the first stubble coming in.

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Gray Hair

2004-05-28T08:07:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

We all know that physical puberty occurs usually during one's teens. Spiritual puberty, however, usually doesn't happen until one is in their late thirties and early forties--right about the time the first gray hairs start appearing. This is followed by spiritual adolescence and culminates in spiritual adulthood--usually in one's fifties or sixties.

In times long, long ago, back when we had lifespans of hundreds of years, we really weren't considered fully mature until we were close to 60 years old. At this time our hair was fully gray--which in those days was a sign a maturity. If you lived to 600 years and your hair furned completely gray by age 60, then your hair would be gray for 90% of your life. You would consider it your normal color and any color it may have been before it turned gray would be considered a sign of youth, just like baby whooping cranes are born brownish-orange but turn white when they mature into adults.

But then we stepped deeply into a denser vibration and to our horror we realized that our lifespans were cut way down in size. Now, just as we were fully maturing and our hair was turning gray, instead of beginning a long life as a mature adult, we were suddenly faced with something completely new: something called aging. In the olden days, the way you looked when you were 60 was basically the way you looked for the rest of your life, meaning hundreds of years. Aging didn't happen. Getting gray hair wasn't about aging way back then, it was about maturing. Now, though, it became a signal of aging instead. Once we start seeing the signs of aging--and gray hair has become such a sign for us--then we believe we don't have much time left, and therefore we don't.

Once we start seeing gray hair as a sign of maturity rather than a sign of aging then people will stop coloring their hair, and not only that, but it will take us a long way in overcoming this dis-ease called aging. Of course, it's pretty hard to change the beliefs held collectively in mass consciousness. All we can do is change our own beliefs and be an example.

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Soul Waves

2004-05-20T08:01:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Every year, Harley bikers from all over meet in Sturgis, South Dakota to convene their annual whoopjamborie. Graduated high school classes have reunions every five or ten years. Soldiers who fought together will reunite in their old age to reminisce and share what has happened since the war. Families everywhere have reunions. Large groups of people with common interest have this instinct to come together in reunions, and these reunions often become markers of time for that group. It is no different for the Asamee soul-group.

The last big whoopjamborie that the Asamee had was in the 1950's. Family reunions have age groups; there are the old folks, the middle-aged folks, the young adults, the teenagers, and the smaller kids. Soul groups are the same way. They form groups that reincarnate together so that they are in the same group together in the physical plane. The soul-group can carry on its work more smoothly if they reincarnate in these groups, so that the work can be passed down through the physical generations. It wouldn't make much sense for the soul-group to all incarnate at the same time and die all around the same time. It needs to be staggered. It works for families, so soul-groups use it, too. So soul-group subgroups incarnate in waves that are designed to fit into a pattern with the other soul-group subgroups.

The 1950's Asamee whoopjamborie brought together the entire soul-group in spirit. In the first half of the 1900's a subgroup of Asamee had progressed significantly in creating a framework for subsequent subgroups to carry on the Asamee work. This subgroup came in from 1875 to the 1890's, and they began dying in the 1940's and 1950's. The next oldest subgroup was in their forties in the 1950's. The dying subgroup turned everything over to the new subgroup in the 1950's. The new subgroup's duty was primarily to keep things going until the dying subgroup could be born again and mature enough to take on the work again. So to make the timing work right, a lot of Asamee needed to die in the late forties or early fifties so that they could be born again in the late Fifties/early Sixties, so that they would be in or near their forties around the turn of the millenium. There was another subgroup that were teenagers in the Fifties. Some of this group were the ones who gave birth to the new group being born in the late Fifties. The subgroup that took over things in the Fifties were planning to come back in a big wave in the 1980's, so most of them did their dying in the Seventies and early Eighties.

In their spiritual states, the Asamee knew about the upcoming shift in time virals and the accompanying shift in consciousness. They all wanted to be there for the great event, but they had to time their birth so that they could be a certain age or maturity level for the event. When the shift happens, there will be four main age subgroups; one around sixty and older (the ones that were teenagers in the Fifties, one in their forties to early fifties (the ones who were born in the late Fifties/early Sixties), one in their twenties (those born near the Harmonic Convergence), and one group of small children (who have been coming in in recent years).

Through the centuries, this chain of birthing has accomplished its goal of keeping a vibration going. It has allowed for a very slow and steady evolvement. This changed in the 1950's, though, and that is what the Fifties whoopjamborie was all about.

In their get-together, souls were reminded that a quickening of vibration would begin in the 1950's and accelerate from there right into the new time viral of the next century. Souls were reminded that the rate of evolvement would increase significantly and exponentially. This means that more issues would be dealt with in a lifetime than usual.

Picture this: You and your group are at an amusement park. SomeONE blows a whistle or something, and you all gather together for a little meeting. SomeONE reminds everyONE that there is only so much time left before everyONE left that amusement park for the next amusement park. It had been agreed upon by everyONE that they would ride every ride in the park and then move on to the next park. EveryONE is reminded of this at the little meeting so that they can search out those rides they had not ridden yet. Once everyONE had ridden all the rides, then everyONE would meet one more time for another little whoopjamborie before rushing into the gates of the next amusement park--which, rumor has it, has some really cool rides. Perhaps this helps to illustrate the nature of the 1950's Asamee whoopjamborie.

The 1950's Asamee whoopjamborie was held in spirit. EveryONE attended, whether they were in the body of a one-year old baby, a 60 year old, or not even in a body. The Asamee have been holding whoopjambories for a long, long time, but this 1950's one was special, being the last one before we all changed amusement parks. It was also the last whoopjamborie to be held in spirit. The next one (around 2012), will be held in the flesh! By then, the spirit and the physical will be reunited in one dimension, and the whoopjamborie will be unlike any other. Twelve and a half thousand years of whoopjambories were all in preparation for this next one. It is what we are all looking forward to.

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Dreams and Creating

2004-05-11T09:32:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

How can we remember and learn from our dreams?

The same way we remember and learn in the waking state. We must be conscioussly aware in both states. Even in our waking state we are not fully conscious most of the time, and we don't always remember everything. Our brains scan all the information we receive during the day and filters out what is important for us to remember and the rest seems forgotten, lost in our subconscious. It is the same with dreams. We remember only the informaition that we have programmed ourselves to remember. We do this programming through our beliefs in the validity of dreams. What we expect from our dreams helps determine what we remember.

Our conscious recollection of our dreams is often proportional to our conscious recollection in the waking state. Being more consciously aware in our waking state helps us to be more consciously aware in our dream state, and being more consciously aware in our dream state, helps us to be more consciously aware in our awake state.

Joy is found through out the universe. To follow your joy is to become the universe.The key to any universe is through joy. All the universes big and small can be entered through their own vibrational patterns of joy. Universes await your visits, which are made possible by aligning with that vibrational pattern of joy. All it takes is an adjustment in our vibratory frequency and we can visit the universe held in the head of a pin, or the universe that holds the universe that holds the universe that you are in. There are countless universes going on right now in the very space that you are in. Like a radio, we only need to adjust the frequency to tune in to any of these universes. To turn the dial, we must first be aware of the frequency in which we operate. We cannot let go of that frequency if we are not even aware of it. We are afraid, though, to let go of our frequency, for we are afraid we will not be able to get back. But to get back, we merely have to turn the dial back, and that is easy because our intense focus on our present dimension creates a default setting for our consciousness to come back to. We visit other dimensions in our sleep every day, yet we are not generally afraid of not coming back.

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Ramble #7

2004-05-10T19:02:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

One's safety is determined solely by one's perceptions. WE CREATE OUR OWN REALITY.

A fault line opens up between two neighbors. (This a quake prone neighborhood) Both houses fall in. The Smith's house is crushed along with the Smith family. The Jones' house is crushed, but the Jones were away attending a wedding in Cleveland so they survive. This has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with luck or coincidence.

Two homes sit on the prairie of the land that is considered the safest in the world. The inhabitants of these homes have spent their lifetimes searching for the safest place in the world. Now that they have finally found their safe spot, they no longer have anything to fear, and are besides themselves. They don't know what to do. Then a meteor comes streaking out of the sky and wipes out both houses. Since they were so remote, no one else died. This has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with luck or coincidence.

There is a fault running underneath a beautiful sleepy valley. The tension created by this fault is tremendous, and growing with each day. The tension creates an electromagnetic charge that gives a surprising lift to some people that were going through the valley one day. They felt so super-charged with energy in this spot that they build a little town and invited people from all over. Within a short time, people from all over came to live in this town. They liked it there because the energetic vibrations were compatible with their own, which were vibrations that liked being on the edge of danger. They liked that energetic spark and fed off of it. As more and more people came and fed off that energy, that energy began to diminish and the big earthquake never happened (although they had a few itty bitty quakes). Finally, a lot of the people left because they were no longer being fed as high a charge, so they left to go live on the side of some volcano. Years later, the tension began building again along the fault. Soon the population, after a period of decline, began increasing again and a second wave of prosperity ensued. This has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with luck or coincidence.

Our safety is determined by our thoughts. Vibrations attract like vibrations. How you vibrate determines what you bring into your life. The best way to increase our vibrations is by experiencing love and joy. It is the mechanical repetitive patterns of consciousness that we hold on to that keep us from experiencing love and joy. Most of the time we operate on a sort of programmed default consciousness, which does not allow for love and joy. Breaking down these patterns of consciousness, releasing them, and then going after love and joy with all our heart, our vibrations will increase exponentially. Our vibrations will eventually get to the level where nothing at all can hurt us. Safety will no longer be a relief from our fears, but rather an expression of our love and joy.

And this has absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with luck or coincidence.

WE CREATE OUR OWN REALITY.

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Persecute

2004-05-09T20:33:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

How do you define persecute? The American Heritage Dictionary, published by Dell Publishing, defines it thusly:

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Persecute - 1. to oppress or harass with ill-treatment, 2. To annoy persistently. (page 511 of the paperback edition)
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In light of this definition, how many people have you persecuted lately? And how many times have you been persecuted lately?

Persecution is something we do to criminals. Why do we oppress, harass, and annoy them? What does that accomplish?

How many times have we been oppressed? Harassed? Annoyed?

Is this a duality we're stuck in? What's the difference between persecution and forgiveness? Is forgiveness what stops this dualistic treadmill? Or is the answer a conscious ceasing of persecution? Or a combination of both? How do we gain a wholeness of understanding of this duality so that we can initiate movement towards new ideas?

Like so many verbs, persecute has its opposite polarity; being persecuted. How can we go beyond this duality? Could it be true that every ounce of persecution we project outwards comes back to us exponentially? Could it be true that every ounce of persecution that we feel is being perpetrated against us is projected outwards and comes back to us exponentially?

What happens when you start walking faster on a treadmill?

You go faster; that's all.

One last question: What is the word cute doing in persecute?

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Ramble #6

2004-05-09T08:21:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

If we truly create our own realities then we create all the people in our lives. That includes our parents. In addition to our mother there may be others in our lives who express a mother energy. But they are all our creations and they all mirror the mother energy within us. When we need a mother to take care of us we take part of the mother energy within us and project it out, manifesting a mother. As we mature we learn to take care of ourselves and don't need the mother energy outside of ourselves so much. No matter where we place it, the mother energy is still ours and any mother problems in our physical reality are a mirror of any problems we are having with our own mother energy. Mother energy is far more than just being taken care of but that is how most think of it. Mother energy is also about trust. Any trust issue is a mother energy issue. The level of our creative abilities is reflective of our level of trust in our selves. When action (a male energy) is guided by trust (a female mother energy) and the two are in balance, then one's creative abilities within that duality are nothing short of divine.

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Embracing the River

2004-05-06T08:37:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

You know, writing is a directional thing. It is a flow. It is an interpretation of a flow of energy. Let's look at it like it's a river since rivers are famous for flowing. You, the writer, are sitting on the riverbank at the very edge of the water. What you are going to do is embrace a snippet of river as it flows by and in so doing, you imprint your vibrations upon that snippet of river flowing by.

And then it's gone. That snippet of river is downriver and out of sight before you know it. So what you do is focus on another embracement and imprinting. Of course, it's gone pretty fast, too; being swept away by the river. But that river carries your imprinting far, far downstream and a lot of people sitting on the riverbanks downstream will see your embracement go by and they will feel the joy and love that was imprinted in it and it will help awaken the joy and love in their own hearts. Your embracement floating by may influence a lot of other peoples' embracements. People may end up sitting by the river and waiting for one of your embracements to come floating by.

The important thing to remember is that everything that you write is an embracement of the life-giving energy that flows through you. But once you embrace something it is no longer yours! Once it's embraced and imprinted then it's flowing away down the river. It's gone. It is a tendency for us to try to hold onto those embracements because they're "ours" and we don't want to see them float down the river away from us. This is both damming and damning. What are you doing when you don't let a river flow naturally; when you try to hold back the water? You're damming it. This, in turn, damns your creative efforts, so instead of having a constant flow of new river to embrace you've just got a pool of the same water. And stagnation sets in.

We don't own our writing creations. I'm not talking about copyright or anything like that but rather I'm speaking in universal terms. Of course, in universal terms we really don't own anything (yet everything). Anyway, our writings are our "creations" but once created they are no longer ours. It's like childbirth. Yeah, the kid might be ours but once it shoots out of the mother's body it is its own divine being and is not "owned" by anyone. But like with kids, we tend to hold on to our creations because of this perception of ownership we are stuck in. Ownership dams the flow. Some parents never let go of their children and some writers never let go of their creations.

So put yourself back at that riverbank. You're watching the river flow by. You've got pen and paper handy and you do an embracement and that embracement produces a poem. Once the poem is fully embraced, throw it in the river. Just throw it. You no longer own it. Just toss it in the river. Now you're free to enjoy your next embracement.

What will happen as you send embracements, one after another, down the river is that other people sitting on the riverbanks downstream will pull your poem out of the river and "read" it. If the poem sparks love, joy, or beauty within the reader then that reader's embracement of love, joy, or beauty is fed into another flow of energy that flows in the opposite direction of the river. This one flows through the air over the river and is a collection of energy from the accumulated embracements of all the readers downstream.

So there you are still sitting by the river. You are making lots of embracements and sending them on down the river. Meanwhile, as you breath in the air you are filled with that other flow of energy that includes all the energy of those downstream. So you've got a double flow going. But if you dam one flow then the other one stops, too. So embrace and release. Embrace/release. Don't hold on to anything. Just feel....and release.

You see the more appropriate way of "owning" something is to feel it; to embrace it. But we tend to view "owning" something as holding it within our grasp. We can't own anything until we've felt and embraced it and released it.

When we hold onto something and don't throw it in the river, so to speak, because we're worried about what people downstream might think then we're damming the double energy flow that we need to further "create." But this is why we won't let go of our stuff and throw it in the river because we have fear of that energy flow coming back towards us. It's a tough fear to walk through but it's also as easy as throwing a piece of paper into a river. The important thing to remember is that we cannot fully embrace our creations if we are judging them. That's not feeling. That's mental dam-building.

So perhaps you've already thrown a few pieces of paper in the river but you are not yet accustomed to the double flow of energy and your fears and judgments are all that are preventing an unimpeded flow. But you're new at this and your beginner's apprehension will evaporate further with each new piece of paper thrown in the river. So relax and enjoy the river. Keep your focus on the river in front of you and don't let your mind wander to those downstream. The river directly in front of you (the NOW) is the only place in the river where you can embrace/release/create.

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Ramble #5

2004-05-02T11:13:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Intuition is neither positive nor negative; neither good nor bad, neither male nor female. It just is. It is unconditional.

Where do we receive intuition? Through the solar-plexus mind, and we receive it in the form of unconditional feeling-tone vibrations. We receive it as feelings, and we then proceed to come up with a brain story to explain those feelings. It is in this process that the feeling-tone vibrations become fractured and polarized and take on perceptions of duality. (Of course, it is just our perceptions that are polarized.)

The ideal situation would be to let the intuition feeling-tone vibrations in, but to leave them as such and not put them through the brain process. The second we judge an intuition it is no longer unconditional and it becomes polarized. The second we doubt an intuition it is no longer unconditional and it becomes polarized. The same with fear. Once we have polarized an intuition we then spend our time trying to categorize those polarities and aligning ourselves with one or the other. This keeps us from understanding the totality of the intuitive message. We're so busy judging things as either good or bad that we've set up a mental block which prevents us from feeling the feeling.

Intuition is feeling! It is not a thought process and it is not a brain process. We process intuition--and all feeling--in our gut, not our heads. The very second we judge(brain) an intuitive feeling as good, even, we have polarized our perception of that intuitive feeling and therefore block ourselves from the full message of that intuitive feeling.

Good and bad are dualities; they're two sides of the same coin. If we only see good, then we're only seeing half the picture. If we only see bad, we're only seeing half the picture. Our attempt to intellectualize intuition is our attempt to find the full meaning of the coin by looking only at one side. Naturally, in this dimension, the coin of good and bad would be spinning furiously so you couldn't hardly see either side of it. You'd see it as ONE object. It is our brains that try to stop the coin from spinning so that it can align itself with one of the two polarities.

If we see the coin as spinning and ignore the polarities in order to see the ONE-ness of it, then we can feel all the information contained in that coin in its totality without getting caught up in one or the other of the polarities which prevent us from seeing the totality. Our solar-plexus mind is specifically designed to do this, but we have trained ourselves to rely on our intellectual brains to translate feeling-tones. Like computers, the intellectual part of our brains is binary or dualistic. Our brains interpret and categorize according to polarity alignments. Everything has to be either good or bad so the brain knows where to file it. Because of this, we can never see the totality and wholeness of anything just using our brains.

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Ramble #4

2004-04-30T18:47:00.000-06:00

by White Feather
In the bend on the river, the water follows the natural contours of the land. So, too, do our many personalities change their shapes to fit the natural contours of the energies flowing through our realities. Our personalities are the defensive perimeters of our field. They are also the scouts that penetrate new territory. They can be very handy as long as they stay out of the driver's seat.

In navigating our reality we are not only navigating a physical reality, for only part of our reality is physical. We are simultaneously navigating several realities at once.

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Ramble #3

2004-04-25T11:28:00.001-06:00

by White Feather

There are so many different levels of fun. Like the strings of a harp, we pluck our way through the octaves of existence. There is a harmony that is created and followed. We follow the music like breadcrumbs out of the forest. The music leads us home but it also colors our experience of the forest.

Love is that melody we hear when when we touch that part of ourselves that creates the music. We might consider ourselves dancers at times, but we dance to a music created by the totality of our being. We are the strings of the harp but we are also the fingers that pluck the strings. But most importantly, we are the music.

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Doors of Subtlety

2004-04-24T20:30:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

To burn the NOW into our soul memory, we must embrace it unconditionally. We must feel it completely. It must have our undivided attention.

What am I embracing? What am I imprinting? My each and every thought is an embracement. If this particular moment of my life suddenly seems unimpressive and uninspiring, I ask spirit, "Please show me the subtleties."

In any situation, entirely new perspectives can suddenly open up. We can never be trapped completely in a situation for there are always the doors of subtlety that open to new possibilities. Deja vu is a feeling that comes from several doors of subtlety flying open simultaneously. An epiphany happens when we step through those doors of subtlety into an entirely different vibrational spectrum.

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Buying Hotdogs From Jesus

2004-04-22T12:25:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

I am currently in my late twenties. I have designed it so that I live this entire life in complete anonymity. I will never be recognized as the Christ in this life (except by a few crazy people). I will never lead any people. I will never create a church because a church is something that comes between yourself and your divinity. I will not turn any water into wine, except in an emergency. I will have no apostles, no disciples, no followers, no commandments, no edicts, no proclamations, no bible. I will live like a commoner who never makes an imprint upon what you call history. I have had many jobs. For a while I was selling hotdogs on a street corner. During that job, I personally blessed 6,735 people. 314 of them were instantly healed of physical ailments, although none of them suspect it was me. No one will ever know it is me. That is how I designed it.

I am not here to change humankind's thinking. That is going to change no matter what I do. I am not here to start a new religion. I am not here to save your ass!

I'm afraid everyone is going to have to save their own asses. I am here to anchor an energy. That's all. And all I have to do is live an ordinary life as a human being. You see, for the last two thousand years or so, I've been anchoring an energy on the other side of the veil. I've been holding an energy on the other side for people to be drawn towards upon their death (birth into the spiritual realm). Now I'm on the physical side anchoring an energy for those on the other side to be guided to as they all enter en masse into the physical. You see, everyone wants to be in the physical right now. It is one of the grandest of all times. The curtain is coming up on a really big show.

But I won't be on stage. I might be one of the guys selling peanuts, though. You see, that is the only way you may know me is that I am a comedian. I was a comedian back when I walked the planet 2,000 years ago, but that all got edited out of that book. This time that is the ONLY way you will know me. When I die, not a single person will have known that I was the Christ. This means that I don't have to put up with the stoning, the accusations, and the whole crucifixion thing. No, this time I'm not even going to try to get your attention. I've already shown you the way to your own Christ within. That's the Christ you all need to find. I am here to re-anchor the Christ consciousness. It was hoped that many would already be to this point, and ready to move on to God consciousness. For everyone that is not quite there, I am here anchoring the energy for you. I am providing the back for you to step onto to reach up towards God consciousness. If I got famous and got on the cover of Time magazine, then I would not be as effective since I would have to spend all my time validating and explaining my Christhood, and besides every lunatic would be after me. Yuck. I prefer to work on the street.

If everyone awakened the Christ energy within them this would be a springboard that would propel humankind into the new golden age faster than you could imagine. We are so close! God consciousness is just around the corner. That is when you all realize that you are my equal. I am not someone to be worshipped. I am to be treated as an equal. We are meant to proceed into the new age together, holding hands as soul-mates. That is why I am so honored to sweep the street, or serve you a hot dog, or let you cut in line in front of me at the bank, or smile at you as you cuss me out. I am honored because I'm in the presence of Gods who are coming into their self-realization. The emphasis is all on you this time, not me. I am here to enjoy the wonderful show.....and to help a few people out.

No one will find me or expose me.....

....that is, unless they look within.

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Ramble #2

2004-04-21T09:40:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Walking along a path you have never been on before, observe all the stimulations to your senses. As you walk down this path, there are many landscapes that you are walking through. How many can you tune in to?

On Earth walking is a normal method of transport for both humans and animals. In other realities movement is realized through the folding of time and space. It can be done on Earth, too, but it has been very rare. Walking is one of the supreme gifts of this planet for it is one of the best modes of transportation within a rigid medium where time and space are fixed. It allows great movement, but it also allows maximum sensoral exposure. It allows us to travel through a reality, experiencing many layers of reality, while staying anchored to just one. The idea of walking is something that we'll be taking with us out of this reality when it comes time. It is part of the treasure.

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Ramble #1

2004-04-20T14:18:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

When we move from one state of being to the next, we must open many windows. Just as when we move from winter, with all the windows shut to the cold, to summer, when we open all the windows for air circulation, so, too, is it helpful and refreshing to open windows when we are moving from one season of learning to another.

Feel an invigorating breeze flow through the enclosure of your being. Feel it blow away old stale thoughts and emotional patternings. Feel your pheromone sensors awaken in your nasal passageways. Feel the essence of the air flowing through you. Read it to see what messages it brings. Breathe it into you, making it a part of you. Feel the vibrations of love and joy that ride the breeze like pollen. And listen for the music that resounds within the folds of air. Feel all the subtleties of the air blowing through you, for that is what opens windows to other realities.

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Some Information Dynamics

2004-04-15T20:25:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

How does one tell how good a guru or spiritual teacher is?

It matters not how good a guru or spiritual teacher is, nor does it matter how "good" the information is coming from that guru or spiritual teacher. What truly matters is whether or not one learned anything from them. Since truth is relative, how it is expressed and by whom is directly affected by how it is perceived and by whom. The teacher is as good as their student. A good student can learn as much from an illiterate peasant as from a learned scholar; as much from a can of beans as from sacred texts; as much from their own feelings as from the reasoned interpretations of masters. If one is concerned with how good the teacher is, then perhaps they are really concerned with how good the student is.

Teacher/Student are two sides to the same coin. You can't have one without the other. This duality is engaged in order to produce learning, but learning can be achieved without engaging this duality. Learning can be accomplished without engaging other humans (or books). The natural tendency is to engage others, for we have been doing it this way a very long time. This is fine, especially if it leads to an understanding of how we can use our own faculties to produce learning without engaging a duality.

Why would we want to do that? Energy. It's all about energy. When we are engaging another human, not only are we giving a great deal of our energy to them, but their energy is also impinging on our own vibrations. A teacher/student duality is about an exchange in energy. A teacher teaches in order to get energy from the student--whether that is in the form of attention or money. A teacher is greatly affected by their students and so is the information that comes forth. A student learns in order to get energy from the teacher--whether in the form of knowledge or social status. A student is greatly affected by their teacher and so is the information they assimilate. Once it is learned that we can take in knowledge without engaging the teacher/student duality, then a great deal of energy can be saved and the information can come in unfiltered.

What is really being asked is, "How do we know if the information we receive is valid?" We have a built-in information validity gauge built in our bodies. It is located in our solar-plex mind--the other gray matter. This is what we use to read vibrations. Information resonates here and our solar-plex reads that resonation frequency. If the information resonates well with you the solar-plex matches the resonation and it becomes labeled a truth. Just like fingerprints, everyone's truth resonation is slightly different, so one person's truth will not resonate exactly the same to someone else's solar-plex. Once we have come to recognize our own truth resonation frequency, then we can use our solar-plex mind to instantly read the frequency of all incoming information. It can be done very quickly, as long as we don't let the brain take over. The brain reads information completely differently. Rather than reading the information's resonation frequency, the brain uses past associations and input to try to match information. The brain is a massive filing system, while the solar-plex is more of a gauge. If one wants to verify the "truth" of information, one must feel it and that is done in the solar-plex. Once information is felt, then it can be sent to the brain for filing. The natural tendency is to bypass the feeling part and deal with the information only out of the brain.

So if we are exchanging for someone else's truth then that is what we will get. We will never find our own truths that way, though. It is just fine to exchange for information, but before filing that information away, we won't know how much truth is in it for us unless we feel it. After we have grown accustomed to feeling it we learn how to read the gauge, so to speak. Like other parts of the body, our solar-plex gets stronger with use, and so will our ability to feel it.

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Asking Quesitons

2004-04-11T12:01:00.000-06:00

by White Feather

Where are the boundaries of our existence? Are they within the physical constructs of our "real" world? What about spirit? Where are the boundaries there? Are they limitless? Are there any boundaries? And are there really any boundaries in the physical? Are boundaries merely psychological constructs we create?

If we are the only ones creating boundaries or barriers to unlimitedness, then all the power lies in our hands to go beyond those boundaries.

If it's all up to us, then how do we ask for help? Usually when we think of asking for help we are thinking of asking for help from outside of ourselves. How often do we ask our selves for help? How many questions do we pose to our very own selves during the course of a day? How many questions do we ask of others? Who do we trust more to provide the answers?

Why, when we look at a flower, do we not see the answers to our questions? Is it because we didn't ask any? A flower can answer many questions for us, but if we don't ask, the flower is merely beautiful.

There are many answers in beauty, but the main reason we don't see the answers is because we don't ask the questions. But it is not necessary to ask the question of the flower. We merely need to ask ourselves. It is we who create the flower to answer those questions.

People bring us answers all the time. It is up to us to know the question. Of course, we must ask the question of ourselves, and then just allow others to bring answers to us. If we ask the question of them, then we just get their interpretation of the answer. If we ask ourselves, then they can only answer us directly, yet subconsciously. If you get their brain stories involved, then you'll just get brain stories. People tend to answer questions most honestly when they don't have a chance to think about it, or when they don't even realize they are answering a question.

Asking a question of ourselves, we are asking our higher selves. When a person unknowingly answers our question, it is often their higher self answering our higher selves. When that happens, we can bypass the rational brain. When we bypass the rational brain we get clearer answers, free of brain distortion.

So you got a burning question? Don't ask someONE else, but rather ask yourself. But don't be surprised if someONE else answers you. They may have no idea they are doing so, but you'll get a pure clear answer, free of distortions.

And just think; when you're talking to a friend....just talking, you might just accidentally answer their question. It's easier than them actually asking you the question, then trying to formulate the answer from all the brain stories on file in the old noggin. When you just talk to someONE because you're compelled to do so, it could very well be your higher self answering a question asked by that friend. If you hold back, afraid to express, you could be blocking your higher self from helping another higher self. You could also keep from beginning a conversation where suddenly your questions would be answered.

Ask questions of your self. Then talk to everyONE in your life and keep communication open. You might be surprised at all the wisdom going around.

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Fear of Being Judged

2004-04-02T21:25:00.000-07:00

by White Feather

Concerning the fear of being judged, the reality we create will reflect back to us any judgments we make about ourselves. So we fear judgments coming from others because they reflect judgments we have made about ourselves. So we can look at every judgment cast upon us as a golden opportunity to illuminate and release those judgments we've made about ourselves. If looked at as an opportunity, there isn't so much fear. But if we do not acknowledge that judgments from others are reflections of our own self-judgments, then we keep those judgments separate from us; pushing them "out there" on someONE else's shoulders where we seem to have no control over them and we then become the "victim" of those judgments. No one can make a judgment about you unless you have, at some point and at some level, already made that judgment about yourself. In moments of doubt, we have all made judgments about ourselves and those judgments then eventually manifest in the form of judgments from others. So the only way to stop judgments from others is to stop judging ourselves.

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Touching Our Grandness

2004-04-02T20:20:00.000-07:00

by White Feather

There can never be a spirit that does not eventually walk through the hologram. We created the hologram for our own purposes. Once set about, our intentions must be carried out and we have been doing so for many millenia.

There is much to learn from any planet, but earth is the crown jewel of the universe. It's the one place everyONE just has to experience.

We have created the ultimate paradise. We have only to realize it. We have yet to see the omnipresent joy permeating everything. We have not yet felt the beauty inherant in everything. We have not yet loved our creation.

We have not yet touched our grandness, though we are starting to get a taste. We have not yet surrendered our illusions and we have not yet looked our divinity in the eye.

Our power to create is so incredibly limitless. It's as easy as drawing a picture. It's as easy as feeling. It's as easy as allowing.

It's so easy yet we spend lifetimes learning. We search everywhere for the answers. We go from teacher to teacher and we read a million books. All the answers are within, though.

We pretend that we don't know that we are gods. It's a fun game that allows us to go through the adventure of remembering that we are gods. It allows us to see what things are like from a perspective of limitedness. If you are an unlimited god who wants to experience limitedness you're going to have to forget that you're unlimited. And then you're going to have to create a whole bunch of limitations and then you're going to have to go through all those limitations.

When you're unlimited you can't see what it's like to be limited. And while you're limited you can't see what it's like to be unlimited. As gods, we are approaching a point where we will have experienced both, and we will take that combination of experience and create out of it a new dynamic to play in.

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