I typed the first couple paragraphs and my keyboard froze up. The power light was on, but it acted like it was disconnected. I figured I accidentally hit something. I tried hitting everything on the keyboard; nothing. I tried shutting down Firefox; still nothing. I shut down the computer and started it up; everything is fine. First time I have had that experience. I saved what I wrote, but it disappeared. I will start over.
It is warm and muggy. It was supposed to cool off last night; it didn't. It was supposed to rain last night; it didn't. It was supposed to rain heavily today; it hasn't.
The air is heavy with moisture and there is the expectation of something about to happen. We all have had the experience; waiting for the storm. Small children generally get excited, Some of us hurry up, as if it is important to get things done. Others go into a holding pattern; just waiting for the release of a tension that is hard to explain. It is not a mental tension. It is of the body, but it is subtle. There is no actual muscle tension. The body reacts to something though; atmospheric pressure?
In a much larger scale this feeling is gripping the whole world. How long can we tolerate the madness? We live in a world where governments behave in such a way, that if they were individuals, they would be locked up in prisons or mental hospitals. They are exploiting, poisoning and killing their neighbors. Somehow, because they commit these offenses at a government level, it is okay. Wow! How can that be? Most of us feel helpless to do anything. We elect well meaning officials, but they find themselves unable to deal with a governing structure, behind the elected one, pulling all the strings.
We know we have to stop contributing to the creation of this craziness. Many of us have discovered that we can create paradise around us and we do. The mad world encroaches every time we turn on our television sets or pick up a newspaper.
We know that we create with our thoughts and we are determined to love and forgive. We have seen love and forgiveness work in our personal lives. We are convinced that if we keep extending our love to the rest of the world; the madness will attenuate.
No matter how convinced we are that love is winning and a loving world will emerge; waiting is getting weary. It is tiresome indeed.
When we find ourselves weighed down by a tired, chaotic world; we can realize there is choice. We can choose what and how we are thinking. We can change the thought, "this will never end" to "there is light at the end of this tunnel." We can choose to look for signs of light, rather than focus on the darkness. Better yet, we can choose to ignore it completely. That is not denial, it is moving our time frame to the present moment. What is in our life at this very moment? How are we thinking about it? We can think thoughts, that light us up. There is always a way to lighten up. We don't need to think of ourselves at all. We can look for a way to lighten up our neighbor. Instead of perseverating about the mad world, we can look to see how we can be of service to those next to us. Yes, we can create paradise around us.
We have been trapped, in this crazy illusion that we created, when we bought into fear. As long as we pay attention, to the prompters to tell us to be afraid, we will will keep participating in the maintenance of the mad world.
The folks who are gaining wealth and power, by promoting the mad world, are largely unaware of the enormity of their crime. They are, for the most part, incapable of compassion. They have convinced themselves, long ago, that this is how the worlds is supposed to be. Yet, they do know enough, to be terrified of the Light. They know that their power is waning. They can see that the mind of humankind has chosen, love and peace, over fear. They are panicked to hold unto their power. Hence, they are creating as much chaos as they can, in hope of reversing the situation. They still control the media. That is why the evidence of the Light is being squelched.
But we can see the evidence of the Light in our own lives. Look, it is there. For each one of us, it boils down to a choice between love and fear. Are we going to entertain thoughts that are love derived or thoughts that are fearful? It makes all the difference.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, May 29, 2015
Wednesday, May 27, 2015
WHAT HUMANITY FORGOT
The Sun is out! It has been under the clouds for the last few days. The room I am in, is filled with light, when the Sun is out in the Morning. It has two large Windows facing East and one facing North. The house is not quite built on the compass. The road used to go right in front of the house and the house was built to be square with the road. The North side of the house actually cants slightly Eastward.
Jamie pointed me to a website the other day, SOUL HIKER. It contained an article written by Gilbert Ross titled. "The 12 Biggest Life Secrets Forgotten by Mankind" I will list them as they appear. He comments on each one. Any comments that appear will be mine, although, I am sure, they will sometimes mirror his.
1. We forgot our place in the natural world:
We have done everything to distance ourselves from the Earth. The more we are "civilized", the more we live on extensions from Nature. We have forgot how to live within, or even acknowledge the natural life cycles and rhythms of the Earth. We have treated the Earth as something to be exploited and conquered. We have used our technology to further our greed and exploitation.
2. We forgot our connection to life and the cosmos:
Because of our detachment from Nature, we forgot how deeply we are connected to it and how profoundly we are interconnected with all of creation.
3. We forgot our ancient wisdom:
With the pursuit of knowledge, through the rational mind, we lost our intuitive knowledge. We lost the knowledge accrued by the opening of the heart. All the folk tales and lore that carried the ancient wisdom were lost.
4. We forgot our path and our dreams:
We quit listening to our inner self. We forgot the dream we had for being here. We forgot we have the power to create the dream. We no longer know how to awake and become co-creators.
5. We forgot our purpose:
We became overwhelmed by the chatter of our separate mind [the mind without the heart]. We could no longer listen to our inner being. We got caught up in the illusion of consensus reality and lost sight of our authenticity.
6. We forgot that everything is love:
The most significant separation was losing the knowledge that, All is Love. Everything is energy and all energy is love. To quote Gilbert Ross "This is perhaps the deepest mystery of all that only some seers came to understand it as an all-embracing truth."
7. We forgot to forgive:
Because of our separation we forgot to forgive. We forgot we were all in this together and there are no victims or perpetrators. Forgiveness reminds us of our oneness.
8. We forgot to be free:
The world we live in does not know freedom. It is only a concept. We were raised to serve a culture completely beholden to people in power. We are essentially slaves. We are learning to live without fear or guilt. We, then, will see what freedom is. We need to remind ourselves every day, "We are free."
9. We forgot our real power:
Fear has kept us locked into the illusion. We forgot we are the creators of the illusion and can have the world we want.
10. We forgot our lessons from history:
We are stuck in a pattern of greed and self-destruction. We have not been able to learn from our own history.
11. We forgot to be simple:
We have made human life complex. We got caught up in the glitter of "civilization" . We forgot that life is quite simple. We, also, lost the power of simplicity. Simplicity is discarding all the clutter, that keep us from seeing our purpose, and the purpose of life itself.
12. We forgot to trust, believe and wonder:
Here I will quote Gilbert Ross. "We lost our enchantment with the world. We forgot to be wondered by the miracle of life. We do not stand in awe of the majesty of it anymore. Our skepticism and cynical view of the world has made us lose trust in ourselves and the magic of the universe. We forgot how to believe. This is perhaps the biggest tragedy of all. It weakened our spirit and impoverished our soul."
Except where quoted the comments are mine or a paraphrase. His comments are longer and it would be worthwhile to visit the website and see the original.
Jamie referred me to this list, as she thought it would give me ideas for my blog. These are rich ideas and I could easily right a blog on each of the twelve points and I might.
Well I need to get at the dishes. Hold your light high. Remember, we are creating the world.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Jamie pointed me to a website the other day, SOUL HIKER. It contained an article written by Gilbert Ross titled. "The 12 Biggest Life Secrets Forgotten by Mankind" I will list them as they appear. He comments on each one. Any comments that appear will be mine, although, I am sure, they will sometimes mirror his.
1. We forgot our place in the natural world:
We have done everything to distance ourselves from the Earth. The more we are "civilized", the more we live on extensions from Nature. We have forgot how to live within, or even acknowledge the natural life cycles and rhythms of the Earth. We have treated the Earth as something to be exploited and conquered. We have used our technology to further our greed and exploitation.
2. We forgot our connection to life and the cosmos:
Because of our detachment from Nature, we forgot how deeply we are connected to it and how profoundly we are interconnected with all of creation.
3. We forgot our ancient wisdom:
With the pursuit of knowledge, through the rational mind, we lost our intuitive knowledge. We lost the knowledge accrued by the opening of the heart. All the folk tales and lore that carried the ancient wisdom were lost.
4. We forgot our path and our dreams:
We quit listening to our inner self. We forgot the dream we had for being here. We forgot we have the power to create the dream. We no longer know how to awake and become co-creators.
5. We forgot our purpose:
We became overwhelmed by the chatter of our separate mind [the mind without the heart]. We could no longer listen to our inner being. We got caught up in the illusion of consensus reality and lost sight of our authenticity.
6. We forgot that everything is love:
The most significant separation was losing the knowledge that, All is Love. Everything is energy and all energy is love. To quote Gilbert Ross "This is perhaps the deepest mystery of all that only some seers came to understand it as an all-embracing truth."
7. We forgot to forgive:
Because of our separation we forgot to forgive. We forgot we were all in this together and there are no victims or perpetrators. Forgiveness reminds us of our oneness.
8. We forgot to be free:
The world we live in does not know freedom. It is only a concept. We were raised to serve a culture completely beholden to people in power. We are essentially slaves. We are learning to live without fear or guilt. We, then, will see what freedom is. We need to remind ourselves every day, "We are free."
9. We forgot our real power:
Fear has kept us locked into the illusion. We forgot we are the creators of the illusion and can have the world we want.
10. We forgot our lessons from history:
We are stuck in a pattern of greed and self-destruction. We have not been able to learn from our own history.
11. We forgot to be simple:
We have made human life complex. We got caught up in the glitter of "civilization" . We forgot that life is quite simple. We, also, lost the power of simplicity. Simplicity is discarding all the clutter, that keep us from seeing our purpose, and the purpose of life itself.
12. We forgot to trust, believe and wonder:
Here I will quote Gilbert Ross. "We lost our enchantment with the world. We forgot to be wondered by the miracle of life. We do not stand in awe of the majesty of it anymore. Our skepticism and cynical view of the world has made us lose trust in ourselves and the magic of the universe. We forgot how to believe. This is perhaps the biggest tragedy of all. It weakened our spirit and impoverished our soul."
Except where quoted the comments are mine or a paraphrase. His comments are longer and it would be worthwhile to visit the website and see the original.
Jamie referred me to this list, as she thought it would give me ideas for my blog. These are rich ideas and I could easily right a blog on each of the twelve points and I might.
Well I need to get at the dishes. Hold your light high. Remember, we are creating the world.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Monday, May 25, 2015
MEMORIAL DAY
It was soggy yesterday, raining off and on. Last night we received an inch of rain. The creeks and ponds are full, everything looks good. Saturday Morning, I was lamenting that I might not get the lawn mowed for the holiday. My lawn/meadow was tall and rich with many interesting weeds. Violets and Creeping Charlie dominate some areas; a couple varieties of Vinca, that escaped from a garden, proliferate other areas. Daisies are coming up, but they are not blooming yet. Oh yes, there are dandelions [we love them], plantains, and other denizens of a healthy varied lawn; oh, and many varieties of grass, too.
We have always had our lawn mowed by Memorial Day. Even when we were on our sabbatical [1977-1984] we had our lawn mowed. We were fortunate to have money, for kerosene for the lamps, in those days. A working lawn mower, filled with gas, was often out of our reach. We didn't have a phone. Communication was achieved by people dropping by; however, on Memorial Day weekend, folks would show up with lawn mowers, and the necessary supplies for a celebration. We mowed the lawn and celebrated.
My not getting it mowed this year, was mostly, do to the fact, that preventive maintenance was due on my mower and I hadn't figured out, how do do it, without kneeling down on the concrete floor in the garage. But, also, I didn't mind the verdant growth and Jamie said she loved it. It was getting long enough, that it was going to be impossible to mow, with one swipe. And, hey, Memorial weekend was here, I had to get it mowed. I checked out the book, the oil was due to be changed at forty hours, I was just a little over that. One more mowing would be okay.
I mowed on Saturday and Sunday. It is hard to estimate how much lawn I mow. I think about an acre and one half. I had to dodge the raindrops, and I had to go over places, two or three times, but I got it done.
We live right across the road from a church yard, complete with a cemetery, this Morning I heard, as I have for forty years, a gun salute to the fallen soldiers buried there. I appreciate honoring those who have died in war. My Godfather was killed in World War ll, he was a pilot. In my family of origin, Memorial Day was about honoring those that went before us. I remember, as a child, going on picnics with my Grandparents to the cemetery.
However, honoring the dead and patriotism, was never about glorifying war or making war a noble achievement. If we look up the history of Memorial Day, we see that the people who founded it, were interested, in keeping the memory of the fallen alive, to keep in mind the pain and folly of war.
Most people celebrate Memorial Day as the beginning of Summer. It is a celebration of the change in Seasons. I think that is appropriate. Honoring those whom have fallen in war is a healthy expression, of the awareness, of our failure to keep the peace.
More and more, the celebrations of Memorial Day, Fourth of July, and Armistice Day have morphed into, a celebration of war, as a worthwhile and even noble venture. It might be just my sensitivity, but I think it has gotten worse these last few years.
Can we honor our dead without honoring war? Those who have made fortunes from war have used, our good hearts and patriotic feelings, to manipulate us into war after war. Patriotism means we love our country, it doesn't mean, we see any other country as inferior. Love is always inclusive. Love is never judgmental. Let us honor the dead who died in all wars, in all countries, let us love our country and all other countries. Let us celebrate the end of all war, forever!
Let us be patriotic, but let us celebrate life, on and for, the whole planet. Let us wrap the whole Earth in a blanket of Love. We are One.
Love and Peace, Gregg
We have always had our lawn mowed by Memorial Day. Even when we were on our sabbatical [1977-1984] we had our lawn mowed. We were fortunate to have money, for kerosene for the lamps, in those days. A working lawn mower, filled with gas, was often out of our reach. We didn't have a phone. Communication was achieved by people dropping by; however, on Memorial Day weekend, folks would show up with lawn mowers, and the necessary supplies for a celebration. We mowed the lawn and celebrated.
My not getting it mowed this year, was mostly, do to the fact, that preventive maintenance was due on my mower and I hadn't figured out, how do do it, without kneeling down on the concrete floor in the garage. But, also, I didn't mind the verdant growth and Jamie said she loved it. It was getting long enough, that it was going to be impossible to mow, with one swipe. And, hey, Memorial weekend was here, I had to get it mowed. I checked out the book, the oil was due to be changed at forty hours, I was just a little over that. One more mowing would be okay.
I mowed on Saturday and Sunday. It is hard to estimate how much lawn I mow. I think about an acre and one half. I had to dodge the raindrops, and I had to go over places, two or three times, but I got it done.
We live right across the road from a church yard, complete with a cemetery, this Morning I heard, as I have for forty years, a gun salute to the fallen soldiers buried there. I appreciate honoring those who have died in war. My Godfather was killed in World War ll, he was a pilot. In my family of origin, Memorial Day was about honoring those that went before us. I remember, as a child, going on picnics with my Grandparents to the cemetery.
However, honoring the dead and patriotism, was never about glorifying war or making war a noble achievement. If we look up the history of Memorial Day, we see that the people who founded it, were interested, in keeping the memory of the fallen alive, to keep in mind the pain and folly of war.
Most people celebrate Memorial Day as the beginning of Summer. It is a celebration of the change in Seasons. I think that is appropriate. Honoring those whom have fallen in war is a healthy expression, of the awareness, of our failure to keep the peace.
More and more, the celebrations of Memorial Day, Fourth of July, and Armistice Day have morphed into, a celebration of war, as a worthwhile and even noble venture. It might be just my sensitivity, but I think it has gotten worse these last few years.
Can we honor our dead without honoring war? Those who have made fortunes from war have used, our good hearts and patriotic feelings, to manipulate us into war after war. Patriotism means we love our country, it doesn't mean, we see any other country as inferior. Love is always inclusive. Love is never judgmental. Let us honor the dead who died in all wars, in all countries, let us love our country and all other countries. Let us celebrate the end of all war, forever!
Let us be patriotic, but let us celebrate life, on and for, the whole planet. Let us wrap the whole Earth in a blanket of Love. We are One.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, May 22, 2015
GARDENING
Summer/Spring has returned. It is a fantastic day. Bright Sunshine; it should get to the 70F today.
Despite, a fairly early Spring, and a month without snow, our soil is still quite cold. We have heavy soil that is slow to warm up. We have found that it doesn't pay to plant too early. Sometimes we will plant radishes, onions and lettuce in April or early May, but we have found that they will do just as well if we wait until mid May. It is no longer 'we', as I can't get down on my knees anymore. Even before that, however, Jamie had been the main gardener. She has been gardener-in-chief for over twenty years. I did the tilling up until a few years ago; now, Jamie gardens with, no or very little, tilling.
We got our seed potatoes out of the crawl space, under the new addition. It looks like the space is going to work as a root cellar. Half the potatoes were perfect, sprouted just to the degree one would want them. The other half rotted. Further experience will determine the reason. Could be the type of potato; could be they got too cold. Using the crawl space to store potatoes was an experiment. We didn't monitor them over the Winter. The crawl space access, is by trapdoor, in the floor of the laundry room. This was a very busy place, with three extra people living with us, and one thing and another, we didn't check them out. Next Winter we will keep an eye on them.
Jamie is planting potatoes right now. We have onion, Brussels sprout, broccoli, cauliflower and tomato plants, in the greenhouse, waiting to go in. Jamie won't plant the tomatoes for another week. It is going to be very busy the next few days. Our lawn, more meadow than lawn, is in need of shortening.
It doesn't seem like a mowing day, though, it seems more like a day to take off my shoes and entwine my toes in the grass, while lounging in a chair. The grass will still be there tomorrow.
We have about twenty-three hens {I need to count them} and some are old ladies approaching ten years, long since retired from egg laying. We do have a retirement community for old biddies. Despite that, we have more eggs than we can eat. We get more than a dozen a day. We eat a lot, but they still add up. When we remember, we give them to whoever comes over. We were overflowing with eggs a few days ago, but we managed to give away ten dozen in the last week.
I don't have anything very profound, to say, today. The outside is beckoning. I have a few chore to do. I have to do the dishes and give water to my animals. Then I think I will experience my toes in the grass.
Have a very wonderful long weekend. Celebrate Summer! Dance and sing! Hold your love light high!
Love and Peace, Gregg
Despite, a fairly early Spring, and a month without snow, our soil is still quite cold. We have heavy soil that is slow to warm up. We have found that it doesn't pay to plant too early. Sometimes we will plant radishes, onions and lettuce in April or early May, but we have found that they will do just as well if we wait until mid May. It is no longer 'we', as I can't get down on my knees anymore. Even before that, however, Jamie had been the main gardener. She has been gardener-in-chief for over twenty years. I did the tilling up until a few years ago; now, Jamie gardens with, no or very little, tilling.
We got our seed potatoes out of the crawl space, under the new addition. It looks like the space is going to work as a root cellar. Half the potatoes were perfect, sprouted just to the degree one would want them. The other half rotted. Further experience will determine the reason. Could be the type of potato; could be they got too cold. Using the crawl space to store potatoes was an experiment. We didn't monitor them over the Winter. The crawl space access, is by trapdoor, in the floor of the laundry room. This was a very busy place, with three extra people living with us, and one thing and another, we didn't check them out. Next Winter we will keep an eye on them.
Jamie is planting potatoes right now. We have onion, Brussels sprout, broccoli, cauliflower and tomato plants, in the greenhouse, waiting to go in. Jamie won't plant the tomatoes for another week. It is going to be very busy the next few days. Our lawn, more meadow than lawn, is in need of shortening.
It doesn't seem like a mowing day, though, it seems more like a day to take off my shoes and entwine my toes in the grass, while lounging in a chair. The grass will still be there tomorrow.
We have about twenty-three hens {I need to count them} and some are old ladies approaching ten years, long since retired from egg laying. We do have a retirement community for old biddies. Despite that, we have more eggs than we can eat. We get more than a dozen a day. We eat a lot, but they still add up. When we remember, we give them to whoever comes over. We were overflowing with eggs a few days ago, but we managed to give away ten dozen in the last week.
I don't have anything very profound, to say, today. The outside is beckoning. I have a few chore to do. I have to do the dishes and give water to my animals. Then I think I will experience my toes in the grass.
Have a very wonderful long weekend. Celebrate Summer! Dance and sing! Hold your love light high!
Love and Peace, Gregg
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
WHAT CAN WE SAY?
It looks like our little spell of cold weather is over. It was down to freezing last night, but it is supposed to only get down to 42F, tonight. That is good, maybe it will warm up.
I noticed, yesterday, that our lawn was growing by leaps and bounds. It has been too wet to mow these last few days and I haven't been paying much attention. I won't get at it for a few days either. The mower needs to have its oil changed and general routine maintenance. So, we are sliding into the Summer schedule, ready or not.
I don't like to write about how bad the world is. I want people to open their eyes, but I don't want to be the one, to parade all the horrors before them. It is especially difficult for us in the United States, because we were taught how virtuous we are. It is a wonderful country to live in, and we are not aware of having our freedoms limited, as long as we toe the mark. Most people don't realize how curtailed their freedoms have become. They live their life, day by day, and do what they want to do. Except for a few minor things, like smoking dope, they don't want to do anything the government will come down on them for.
Then we have a man like Edward Snowden. He tells the truth about government spying, on its own people, and has to run for his life. Huh; how do we make sense of that? Somehow the government is above the law; how is that possible? The simple fact, then, is we don't live in a democracy. Those of us, who have been paying attention, know that democracy had slipped away from us a long, long, time ago. We knew we were fighting for democracy for the first hundred years or so, after the revolution. In our early history, we knew it was something to achieve, the fact of the revolution didn't mean we were there. For a long time there was the spirit of trying to achieve it. Then, after the depression of the thirties and World War ll, we quit trying. The propaganda machine cranked up.
We developed the most effective propaganda machine ever devised. We don't need censorship. Every newspaper, magazine, and talk show host knows just how far they can go and keep their big salaries.
And, how do we find the truth? In the absence of a reliable main stream media, the internet is rich, with questionable news sources. How do we sort out the truth, from the fiction? The, so called, conspiracy theories often make more sense than the MSM. Then, we have the really far out conspiracy theories; that sometimes I suspect, are planted to discredit the ones that might be true.
How does one inform the innocent that their country is not what they think it is? How do you tell them, their country is behind most the chaos in the world? How do you tell them that, terrorism is a creation of the country they love and admire. How do you tell them, that what they think is their country, is really an international/industrial complex dedicated to control all the wealth and power in the world?
When people honestly believe, that their brothers and sisters and sons and daughters are fighting for their country, in foreign lands; how do you tell them the truth?
When we look around us and see, most of the population, in some form of debt slavery, they can't emerge from, on their own; what do we say?
When we look further, and we see millions working two or more jobs at minimum wage, we think, wow; they are no better off than serfs under the feudal system. We see the recovery is a farce; how can we help?
How do you wake people up, without depressing the crap out of them? If folks believe everything is fine-who wants to rain on their parade?
Some people may think I talk too much about love. I say love is the only solution. It is the only way I can look at it. The world, I was just describing, is the illusion we have created with fear. We have been controlled, manipulated and used in every way possible.
Those, who have created the horrors, could only do it by using fear. A population of people, unafraid, cannot be controlled. If we can, replace all our fears, with love, we will have a new world in an instant.
Let us dream of the new world, created with love. I don't want to think about the old tired world anymore.
Before I go; an interesting news item, not in the MSM. In the twentieth century we have had 3542 volcanoes. That averages out to 35 per year. We have 40 volcanoes going up at this moment. I wonder what that could mean.
Love and Peace, Gregg
I noticed, yesterday, that our lawn was growing by leaps and bounds. It has been too wet to mow these last few days and I haven't been paying much attention. I won't get at it for a few days either. The mower needs to have its oil changed and general routine maintenance. So, we are sliding into the Summer schedule, ready or not.
I don't like to write about how bad the world is. I want people to open their eyes, but I don't want to be the one, to parade all the horrors before them. It is especially difficult for us in the United States, because we were taught how virtuous we are. It is a wonderful country to live in, and we are not aware of having our freedoms limited, as long as we toe the mark. Most people don't realize how curtailed their freedoms have become. They live their life, day by day, and do what they want to do. Except for a few minor things, like smoking dope, they don't want to do anything the government will come down on them for.
Then we have a man like Edward Snowden. He tells the truth about government spying, on its own people, and has to run for his life. Huh; how do we make sense of that? Somehow the government is above the law; how is that possible? The simple fact, then, is we don't live in a democracy. Those of us, who have been paying attention, know that democracy had slipped away from us a long, long, time ago. We knew we were fighting for democracy for the first hundred years or so, after the revolution. In our early history, we knew it was something to achieve, the fact of the revolution didn't mean we were there. For a long time there was the spirit of trying to achieve it. Then, after the depression of the thirties and World War ll, we quit trying. The propaganda machine cranked up.
We developed the most effective propaganda machine ever devised. We don't need censorship. Every newspaper, magazine, and talk show host knows just how far they can go and keep their big salaries.
And, how do we find the truth? In the absence of a reliable main stream media, the internet is rich, with questionable news sources. How do we sort out the truth, from the fiction? The, so called, conspiracy theories often make more sense than the MSM. Then, we have the really far out conspiracy theories; that sometimes I suspect, are planted to discredit the ones that might be true.
How does one inform the innocent that their country is not what they think it is? How do you tell them, their country is behind most the chaos in the world? How do you tell them that, terrorism is a creation of the country they love and admire. How do you tell them, that what they think is their country, is really an international/industrial complex dedicated to control all the wealth and power in the world?
When people honestly believe, that their brothers and sisters and sons and daughters are fighting for their country, in foreign lands; how do you tell them the truth?
When we look around us and see, most of the population, in some form of debt slavery, they can't emerge from, on their own; what do we say?
When we look further, and we see millions working two or more jobs at minimum wage, we think, wow; they are no better off than serfs under the feudal system. We see the recovery is a farce; how can we help?
How do you wake people up, without depressing the crap out of them? If folks believe everything is fine-who wants to rain on their parade?
Some people may think I talk too much about love. I say love is the only solution. It is the only way I can look at it. The world, I was just describing, is the illusion we have created with fear. We have been controlled, manipulated and used in every way possible.
Those, who have created the horrors, could only do it by using fear. A population of people, unafraid, cannot be controlled. If we can, replace all our fears, with love, we will have a new world in an instant.
Let us dream of the new world, created with love. I don't want to think about the old tired world anymore.
Before I go; an interesting news item, not in the MSM. In the twentieth century we have had 3542 volcanoes. That averages out to 35 per year. We have 40 volcanoes going up at this moment. I wonder what that could mean.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Monday, May 18, 2015
THE PAST II
Our glorious Spring has retreated. It is not quite Wintry, but after highs in the 70sF, highs in the forties will feel cold. Actually, the predictors are in error, because my thermometer reads 51.8F at this moment. Perhaps, it won't be too cool.
Jamie was mentioning, this Morning, that many people, in their attempts to leave the past behind, try to disprove a negative. Most of us were instilled with negative concepts about ourselves from teachers, parents, ministers, priests, etc. We spend a great deal of time trying to disprove these ideas about ourselves, rather than just living freely.
In the unlearning process, we can give up those ideas without wasting time attempting to disprove them. If we are brought up to believe we are a klutz, for example, it doesn't work to try to disprove it. In fact, in many situations, we are like a dog tied to a tree, the more we struggle the more we wrap the rope around the tree. Trying to disprove, what we were programmed to believe about ourselves, is not living. It is another way of being imprisoned in another's thought forms.
To be free, we have to clearly know, without ambiguity, that what we were taught is untrue, and move on. One way to look at this is, it wasn't personal.
"Wasn't personal?!" "How can you say that?" We can look at it that way, by realizing. all of us were similarly programmed. Everybody. Our parents, our grand parents, our great grand parents- all of them. And all our institutions were made up of the same flawed people. All taught painful limitations, that were passed down generation after generation.
When we are in a matrix, where everyone is somehow flawed by their upbringing, it can't be seen as personal.
Knowing that makes it easier to forgive those who taught us these negative ideas about ourselves. They didn't have a choice; they were stuck. We begin to have a choice when we see the universality of the craziness. We begin to see that we don't have to choose to be crazy.
There is no such thing as a little bit crazy. If we don't know who we really are- we are crazy.
Getting back to our point; we can't disprove what we were taught. We can, however, leave it behind. We can walk away from it. Knowing that we don't have to be angry, it wasn't anybody's fault. Knowing that everybody has had the same infliction, gives us a new perspective.
We don't need to struggle with untruth. We can get on with our lives. We are here to create! We are here to experience beauty and awe of this majestic universe. We have nothing to prove. All of us create continually. Some of us create materially. Some with words. Some with things. Some with smiles. Some people warm the hearts of everybody they come in contact with. We are always creating and that is what we are here for; that is life.
In eternity, there is no past, there is no future; there is Now. Let us look to the past, for only the love and beauty, that comes to us. We will discover, though, that it is better, to not look to the past at all. Just assume it is all love and beauty. We are creators- we live now. Nothing about the past is truth.
Let us accept we are perfect creative beings who choose only to see Love.
It is a beautiful Monday on Planet Earth.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Jamie was mentioning, this Morning, that many people, in their attempts to leave the past behind, try to disprove a negative. Most of us were instilled with negative concepts about ourselves from teachers, parents, ministers, priests, etc. We spend a great deal of time trying to disprove these ideas about ourselves, rather than just living freely.
In the unlearning process, we can give up those ideas without wasting time attempting to disprove them. If we are brought up to believe we are a klutz, for example, it doesn't work to try to disprove it. In fact, in many situations, we are like a dog tied to a tree, the more we struggle the more we wrap the rope around the tree. Trying to disprove, what we were programmed to believe about ourselves, is not living. It is another way of being imprisoned in another's thought forms.
To be free, we have to clearly know, without ambiguity, that what we were taught is untrue, and move on. One way to look at this is, it wasn't personal.
"Wasn't personal?!" "How can you say that?" We can look at it that way, by realizing. all of us were similarly programmed. Everybody. Our parents, our grand parents, our great grand parents- all of them. And all our institutions were made up of the same flawed people. All taught painful limitations, that were passed down generation after generation.
When we are in a matrix, where everyone is somehow flawed by their upbringing, it can't be seen as personal.
Knowing that makes it easier to forgive those who taught us these negative ideas about ourselves. They didn't have a choice; they were stuck. We begin to have a choice when we see the universality of the craziness. We begin to see that we don't have to choose to be crazy.
There is no such thing as a little bit crazy. If we don't know who we really are- we are crazy.
Getting back to our point; we can't disprove what we were taught. We can, however, leave it behind. We can walk away from it. Knowing that we don't have to be angry, it wasn't anybody's fault. Knowing that everybody has had the same infliction, gives us a new perspective.
We don't need to struggle with untruth. We can get on with our lives. We are here to create! We are here to experience beauty and awe of this majestic universe. We have nothing to prove. All of us create continually. Some of us create materially. Some with words. Some with things. Some with smiles. Some people warm the hearts of everybody they come in contact with. We are always creating and that is what we are here for; that is life.
In eternity, there is no past, there is no future; there is Now. Let us look to the past, for only the love and beauty, that comes to us. We will discover, though, that it is better, to not look to the past at all. Just assume it is all love and beauty. We are creators- we live now. Nothing about the past is truth.
Let us accept we are perfect creative beings who choose only to see Love.
It is a beautiful Monday on Planet Earth.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, May 15, 2015
THE PAST
This could be a short blog as I am just getting started and the Morning is almost gone. I spent about an hour and a half, sometimes reading things on the internet, but mostly just staring into space, wondering what I had to write about. Then Jamie and I, got into a conversation, about the psycho-dynamics, of certain experiences we had. We might have made a little headway.
People seem to keep re-creating the same experience, over and over again, until they learn what they need to learn, to move on. We are in a hurry to move higher, and get out of this low density. In order to reach a higher vibration, we must learn to give up old ways of thinking and feeling.
Everybody has a different set of things they are trying to learn. For me, it is learning not to react, when I am confronted with the emotions, of someone close to me. I rarely have a problem with friends or acquaintances. [Or perhaps, you would need to ask them.] It is more likely to happen with family members. I can react with an emotional outburst, saying things that I regret. At the time, I may feel I am being perfectly logical; or at least, logically defensive. I am getting better, but it is like wearing away a stone.
These struggles we have, with our evolution, have to do with the past. They may arise from a sense of inadequacy, unworthiness, or unresolved anger. They can be well hidden from our everyday conscious mind and are expressed only when triggered. The good news is, that the vibration of love that surrounds us is helping us greatly. The bad news is, that the vibration of love around us is helping us greatly. No, I didn't say the same thing by accident. The very energy that is lifting us up, is the energy, that is bringing the problems to the surface.
We want to be cleared of all those negative thoughts and feelings that are holding us back. Paradoxically, as the love increases around us, the greater turmoil we may feel in a some aspects of our lives.
It is often valuable to explore, i.e. psychotherapy, the origins of these negative feelings and thoughts; but there comes a time, when we must make a conscious choice, to put the past behind us. If we pay attention to our mind, we will notice the same quality of thought repeating itself in various forms. We can learn not to pay attention to the thought and we can just let it float by. Eventually, the frequency will attenuate if we don't add feeling to it. We can, also, remind ourselves several times a day, "The past, is past, and cannot touch me."
We are told by our mentors to live in the moment. We know, enough by now, to know that is where Freedom lies. That is where Love is. That is where Peace is. That is where we experience Vastness. That is where we experience Freedom from Fear.
I know its not easy [hey that's a song-isn't it?]. We have no choice. If we want to rise; we have to eliminate negativity from our lives. It is the same unlearning I talked about a hundred times before. We were [and still are] taught all kinds of garbage about our incompetence and unworthiness. We need to quit paying attention to any current source of that pollution. We need to look, to any groups or institutions we are associated with, and if they are in, anyway diminishing of our being, we must wave bye bye to them. But, most of all, we need to pay attention, to what we are saying to ourselves.
The moment is here. Let us jump in, the water is fine!
Happy Friday!
Love and Peace, Gregg
People seem to keep re-creating the same experience, over and over again, until they learn what they need to learn, to move on. We are in a hurry to move higher, and get out of this low density. In order to reach a higher vibration, we must learn to give up old ways of thinking and feeling.
Everybody has a different set of things they are trying to learn. For me, it is learning not to react, when I am confronted with the emotions, of someone close to me. I rarely have a problem with friends or acquaintances. [Or perhaps, you would need to ask them.] It is more likely to happen with family members. I can react with an emotional outburst, saying things that I regret. At the time, I may feel I am being perfectly logical; or at least, logically defensive. I am getting better, but it is like wearing away a stone.
These struggles we have, with our evolution, have to do with the past. They may arise from a sense of inadequacy, unworthiness, or unresolved anger. They can be well hidden from our everyday conscious mind and are expressed only when triggered. The good news is, that the vibration of love that surrounds us is helping us greatly. The bad news is, that the vibration of love around us is helping us greatly. No, I didn't say the same thing by accident. The very energy that is lifting us up, is the energy, that is bringing the problems to the surface.
We want to be cleared of all those negative thoughts and feelings that are holding us back. Paradoxically, as the love increases around us, the greater turmoil we may feel in a some aspects of our lives.
It is often valuable to explore, i.e. psychotherapy, the origins of these negative feelings and thoughts; but there comes a time, when we must make a conscious choice, to put the past behind us. If we pay attention to our mind, we will notice the same quality of thought repeating itself in various forms. We can learn not to pay attention to the thought and we can just let it float by. Eventually, the frequency will attenuate if we don't add feeling to it. We can, also, remind ourselves several times a day, "The past, is past, and cannot touch me."
We are told by our mentors to live in the moment. We know, enough by now, to know that is where Freedom lies. That is where Love is. That is where Peace is. That is where we experience Vastness. That is where we experience Freedom from Fear.
I know its not easy [hey that's a song-isn't it?]. We have no choice. If we want to rise; we have to eliminate negativity from our lives. It is the same unlearning I talked about a hundred times before. We were [and still are] taught all kinds of garbage about our incompetence and unworthiness. We need to quit paying attention to any current source of that pollution. We need to look, to any groups or institutions we are associated with, and if they are in, anyway diminishing of our being, we must wave bye bye to them. But, most of all, we need to pay attention, to what we are saying to ourselves.
The moment is here. Let us jump in, the water is fine!
Happy Friday!
Love and Peace, Gregg
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
MY LIFE IS PERFECT
Its cool and rainy outside. It is warm and cozy where I am sitting and I have a hot cup of coffee at my elbow. It has been a typical Morning. I got up about seven. I got a cup of coffee and did the crossword puzzle. Looked on my iPad and wished a friend a happy birthday. Let the chickens out about eight and gave them the kitchen wastes. Got my dishes in the sink and soaking in hot water. Did my usual Morning exercises and affirmations; followed by routine ablutions.
During this whole process, I realize how perfect my life is. Everything falls into place, like somebody is writing a perfect script for me. I am happy.
But then, I could be having the same experiences and be miserable. Happiness doesn't have much to do with doing, does it? Oh, doing can lead to happiness, and it can absorb our attention, so we don't focus on how we feel; definitely doing and being affect each other like a hand and a glove. Being, however, is where our contentment with life lies. And, it is possible to be content with being, regardless of what our body is doing.
I was involved in the same routine [doing] a few days ago and I was struggling to be peaceful. A person close to me was angry with me. I had hurt their feelings. It was a stupid inadvertent thing that happens in an argument. For me it was over, when the argument was over. For them- it wasn't. I did what I thought was necessary and appropriate to make amends. The estrangement continued. I tortured myself. My self esteem suffered.
It occurred to me that my suffering wasn't helpful to them; and once I did everything I knew to make it better, it was no longer my problem to solve.
I could give the problem up to a loving universe and hold this person lovingly in my heart. Coming to this conclusion is very important. Accomplishing a peaceful mind is another thing. When we go through something like this we are vulnerable to negative thoughts, directly in proportion to how we might be making, open or hidden judgement about ourselves. The little imps of self judgement emerge, "You are not as evolved spiritually as you pretend to be, are you?" "If you were not such a big ass, you wouldn't say hurtful things." "Are you ever, going to get over, reacting like an adolescent?" "I wonder if people really know what a jerk you are?" Those little ego imps are very creative at bring us down.
Yet, once we have convinced ourselves, that we have done all we can, for now. We can deal with the demons. Those kind of errant thoughts, that pass through our minds, have no power if we just let them go. The problem is we may agree with them. We may need to forgive ourselves. Forgiveness of self, and others, needs to be a continuous process. As long as we live in this duality, our minds are going to love to attract negative thoughts. They won't harm us if we let them float out as easily as they floated in.
We all want to have good relationships. Our relationships are our highest value. I want, and I think most of us want, everybody to like us. But we have to remember, we are all on different paths. It is not always easy to see, what another needs to create for themselves, to learn what they are trying to learn. We all have our own things to learn, in our path, towards fully loving ourselves. I should say 'unlearn'; we are already loving beings who learned limitation.
I read somewhere, that it is not any of my business, what somebody thinks of me. At first it 'took me aback', then I realized the truth of the statement. I have enough to do, keeping my channels open, and not limiting my heart. All that I can do is make sure, I am free of judgement, and willing to offer love to all.
So, yes, I am having a perfect day. The Sun just came out!
Love and Peace, Gregg
During this whole process, I realize how perfect my life is. Everything falls into place, like somebody is writing a perfect script for me. I am happy.
But then, I could be having the same experiences and be miserable. Happiness doesn't have much to do with doing, does it? Oh, doing can lead to happiness, and it can absorb our attention, so we don't focus on how we feel; definitely doing and being affect each other like a hand and a glove. Being, however, is where our contentment with life lies. And, it is possible to be content with being, regardless of what our body is doing.
I was involved in the same routine [doing] a few days ago and I was struggling to be peaceful. A person close to me was angry with me. I had hurt their feelings. It was a stupid inadvertent thing that happens in an argument. For me it was over, when the argument was over. For them- it wasn't. I did what I thought was necessary and appropriate to make amends. The estrangement continued. I tortured myself. My self esteem suffered.
It occurred to me that my suffering wasn't helpful to them; and once I did everything I knew to make it better, it was no longer my problem to solve.
I could give the problem up to a loving universe and hold this person lovingly in my heart. Coming to this conclusion is very important. Accomplishing a peaceful mind is another thing. When we go through something like this we are vulnerable to negative thoughts, directly in proportion to how we might be making, open or hidden judgement about ourselves. The little imps of self judgement emerge, "You are not as evolved spiritually as you pretend to be, are you?" "If you were not such a big ass, you wouldn't say hurtful things." "Are you ever, going to get over, reacting like an adolescent?" "I wonder if people really know what a jerk you are?" Those little ego imps are very creative at bring us down.
Yet, once we have convinced ourselves, that we have done all we can, for now. We can deal with the demons. Those kind of errant thoughts, that pass through our minds, have no power if we just let them go. The problem is we may agree with them. We may need to forgive ourselves. Forgiveness of self, and others, needs to be a continuous process. As long as we live in this duality, our minds are going to love to attract negative thoughts. They won't harm us if we let them float out as easily as they floated in.
We all want to have good relationships. Our relationships are our highest value. I want, and I think most of us want, everybody to like us. But we have to remember, we are all on different paths. It is not always easy to see, what another needs to create for themselves, to learn what they are trying to learn. We all have our own things to learn, in our path, towards fully loving ourselves. I should say 'unlearn'; we are already loving beings who learned limitation.
I read somewhere, that it is not any of my business, what somebody thinks of me. At first it 'took me aback', then I realized the truth of the statement. I have enough to do, keeping my channels open, and not limiting my heart. All that I can do is make sure, I am free of judgement, and willing to offer love to all.
So, yes, I am having a perfect day. The Sun just came out!
Love and Peace, Gregg
Monday, May 11, 2015
MY MOTHER
I have never been a person who did not like Mondays. I never thought I had the Monday blahs. I generally worked in places where, coming back to work on Monday Morning, was like a reunion. Everybody was buzzing about their weekend experiences; or at least, listening to others who were excited about theirs.
Yet this morning, I have something akin to the blahs. It has been cloudy for about three days now, off and on raining, I don't know if that is the cause. Yesterday, it was drizzly and cool all day, and I enjoyed my day, reading and doing Saturdays and Sundays crossword puzzles. We had a quiet Mothers Day, a nice dinner; homegrown roast chicken, rice and a giant salad.
Today is my Mother's birthday. She would be a 101 if she was alive. It is, also, my youngest brother's birthday. He is 70. Some folks like to gush about their Mothers. My Mother wouldn't like that. She was human, and she appreciated her humanity, and had no illusions of sainthood. I loved her deeply. We were close. She was, a very well read, self taught. person. She exchanged ideas with me. We squabbled, argued, and disagreed. I never doubted her love for me.
Her greatest gift was her love for Nature. She was a passionate gardener. She loved being down on her hands and knees, with her hands in the dirt. We raised much of our own vegetables. I remember one year she canned 100 quarts of tomatoes. She, also, taught us how to forage for berries. We picked wild raspberries, blackberries and blueberries. I remember going to school and having homemade bread and home canned wild blackberry jam in my lunch. I didn't think it was so neat then. The other kids had soft white bread and things like bologna.
We lived in suburb of Minneapolis, called Columbia Heights. In those days it was the end of civilization. Now it is all urbanized and sub-urbanized. Then we could walk a few blocks and be on a prairie. Most of Columbia Heights was on deep clay soil, but the Northern part became sandy, and a few blocks further, it was sandy oak savannah, and some stretches of sand dunes. Most Springs, my Mother would take her brood [four boys and a girl] out to the prairie to look for pasque flowers. They were, a crocus like flower, that bloomed very early; soon after the snow cover retreated. In September we found blackberries growing in the same area. They were a low bush type of blackberry. We, also, picked high bush types in the woods, around Big Marine Lake, some thirty miles to the North East.
My Mother was open minded about most things; but paradoxically, she was extremely intolerant of any kind of intolerance. We didn't dare to repeat any pejorative words we might have picked up in the neighborhood. I once called the junk man a sheeny. I was innocent, I thought sheeny, was another name for junk man. This elderly gentlemen came up and down the alleys of our neighborhood, with a horse and wagon, collecting scrap metal etc. I don't remember what interrogation followed; but I know, I never used that word again. To this day, I am not sure, how the word was used, and what the significance was. She made it clear that it was a bad word to say about a Jew-but I didn't know what a Jew was, either. I learned to be discerning.
My Mother was a rich source of opinion, ideas and knowledge. She believed things passionately; but was, almost, always willing to be challenged about her beliefs. She would not think of retreating from an argument. Most of her life, she read a book a day. She had good literary taste. She read all of Shakespeare and Charles Dickens before she was a teen {they were in the family library} and she continued reading all her life. She graduated from High School when she was barely fifteen. She just turned fifteen in May and graduated in June. She didn't go to college. She was married when she was seventeen.
My Mother embraced life. We celebrated everything that we could celebrate. On Washington's Birthday we would have cherry pie. There was something for Lincoln's Birthday, too. I can't remember what. All the events of our life were celebrated.
My Mother's humanity was rich, and she had many traits, that some would call faults, as well as virtues. I loved her whole beingness.
When I started out, I had no idea what I going to write. I got a late start because I had no inspiration. Then I remembered it was my Mother's birthday.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Yet this morning, I have something akin to the blahs. It has been cloudy for about three days now, off and on raining, I don't know if that is the cause. Yesterday, it was drizzly and cool all day, and I enjoyed my day, reading and doing Saturdays and Sundays crossword puzzles. We had a quiet Mothers Day, a nice dinner; homegrown roast chicken, rice and a giant salad.
Today is my Mother's birthday. She would be a 101 if she was alive. It is, also, my youngest brother's birthday. He is 70. Some folks like to gush about their Mothers. My Mother wouldn't like that. She was human, and she appreciated her humanity, and had no illusions of sainthood. I loved her deeply. We were close. She was, a very well read, self taught. person. She exchanged ideas with me. We squabbled, argued, and disagreed. I never doubted her love for me.
Her greatest gift was her love for Nature. She was a passionate gardener. She loved being down on her hands and knees, with her hands in the dirt. We raised much of our own vegetables. I remember one year she canned 100 quarts of tomatoes. She, also, taught us how to forage for berries. We picked wild raspberries, blackberries and blueberries. I remember going to school and having homemade bread and home canned wild blackberry jam in my lunch. I didn't think it was so neat then. The other kids had soft white bread and things like bologna.
We lived in suburb of Minneapolis, called Columbia Heights. In those days it was the end of civilization. Now it is all urbanized and sub-urbanized. Then we could walk a few blocks and be on a prairie. Most of Columbia Heights was on deep clay soil, but the Northern part became sandy, and a few blocks further, it was sandy oak savannah, and some stretches of sand dunes. Most Springs, my Mother would take her brood [four boys and a girl] out to the prairie to look for pasque flowers. They were, a crocus like flower, that bloomed very early; soon after the snow cover retreated. In September we found blackberries growing in the same area. They were a low bush type of blackberry. We, also, picked high bush types in the woods, around Big Marine Lake, some thirty miles to the North East.
My Mother was open minded about most things; but paradoxically, she was extremely intolerant of any kind of intolerance. We didn't dare to repeat any pejorative words we might have picked up in the neighborhood. I once called the junk man a sheeny. I was innocent, I thought sheeny, was another name for junk man. This elderly gentlemen came up and down the alleys of our neighborhood, with a horse and wagon, collecting scrap metal etc. I don't remember what interrogation followed; but I know, I never used that word again. To this day, I am not sure, how the word was used, and what the significance was. She made it clear that it was a bad word to say about a Jew-but I didn't know what a Jew was, either. I learned to be discerning.
My Mother was a rich source of opinion, ideas and knowledge. She believed things passionately; but was, almost, always willing to be challenged about her beliefs. She would not think of retreating from an argument. Most of her life, she read a book a day. She had good literary taste. She read all of Shakespeare and Charles Dickens before she was a teen {they were in the family library} and she continued reading all her life. She graduated from High School when she was barely fifteen. She just turned fifteen in May and graduated in June. She didn't go to college. She was married when she was seventeen.
My Mother embraced life. We celebrated everything that we could celebrate. On Washington's Birthday we would have cherry pie. There was something for Lincoln's Birthday, too. I can't remember what. All the events of our life were celebrated.
My Mother's humanity was rich, and she had many traits, that some would call faults, as well as virtues. I loved her whole beingness.
When I started out, I had no idea what I going to write. I got a late start because I had no inspiration. Then I remembered it was my Mother's birthday.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, May 8, 2015
EXPANSION OF AWARENESS
Every Morning I do the crossword puzzle {from the paper the day before} accompanied by my first cup of coffee. This Morning one of the clues was, "a decaying memory". I couldn't come up with the answer. I had to look it up, it was "senility". Hmmmmmm-what does that mean? Jamie got a hoot out of it, when I told her. She sometimes teases me about losing it. When she quits teasing me, I will worry.
Oh well, being eighty is fun and hard to believe. So far, I am enjoying the aging process. I am less inclined to do some things, like, build fences and work that requires, getting up and down off the ground, is not my cup of tea. Through, the usual course of my day, I don't think of aging.
It is another beautiful day on Planet Earth. It is cloudy, wet and cool and that is great! It is good Spring growing weather. We have several apple trees, both ornamental and regular, they are in full bloom and they don't need the Sun to look magnificent. The lilacs are a couple days from full bloom. The flowering currants have been blooming for several days. Some people call them clove currants, because of their aroma. They smell especially wonderful in the evening.
The coming months will be troubling for those who are locked into their belief systems. Much is going to be turned upside down. Even some of us, who think we are quite aware, will be surprised to find our pet beliefs challenged. That is okay. Beliefs are beliefs, they are not truths. When our beliefs are loving, they serve us in this illusion. But, knowledge in its truest sense, is not really available as long as we are in this illusion.
Imagine being able to slip into a world without time or space. Now imagine looking back at our world. What we thought of as truth, would not be the same, would it? I think we can be sure of a few things. We are energy. We are the same energy, therefore we are one. We come from a Source Energy {God}. Therefore, we are one with Source. In our experiments with separation, we developed perception.
Perception is interpreting energy through our five bodily senses, and perhaps some senses, we are not yet aware of. Each one of us is unique, in the sense, that we all interpret reality differently. The energy we form into a perceptual experience is the same. The experience, is different, for each of us. Each person sees the color red differently.
So outside of pure mathematics, is truth possible in this perceptual illusion?
We, are all, in search of the truth of ourselves. We need to know ourselves. Most of us, have some sense of our bodies. They are always with us and sending back messages. They are noisy, complaining and need to be cared for. But, even our bodies are something we know very little about. We have only began to see how amazing they are. And, bodies are even more complicated, when we discover, that many of their tastes, urges yearnings, drives, etc, seem to have an origin somewhere else.
Where is that somewhere else? The mind? That seems logical. That could be the simple answer, until we ask, what is mind? It is certainly much more than what goes on in our brain. We have enough data from near death experiences, and out of the body experiences, to put that idea to rest. Paradoxically, we need an open mind, to discover what the mind is. The very essence of the scientific principle is to proceed without preconceived ideas. Almost, every researcher, who studies the mind, goes into it with significant baggage.
We want to learn the truth of ourselves. We have been hampered, by being part of a culture, that has been controlled by people who maintained power, by manipulating our perception. This manipulation of perception occurs in all areas. It is often, the only reason we buy X toilet paper over Y. Choosing toilet paper is relatively innocuous. Not liking people, because of the color of their skin, or their religious beliefs, is not so harmless. Millions of people have been killed, tortured and maimed due to perceptual manipulation.
And we have the authority problem, that was mentioned on Wednesday. Would it be so painful to give up everything we believe? We can see, why finding truth, in this illusion is so elusive.
Fortunately, there are many Wayshowers, who have been exploring 'being', for centuries. Paths, exist for learning 'who we are' and many folks are expanding their awareness through meditation.
We are awakening. Things can happen fast. If we are to hang onto a belief, let if be the belief, everything, and everybody, is Love. That will work! Let the future in. We're ready.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Oh well, being eighty is fun and hard to believe. So far, I am enjoying the aging process. I am less inclined to do some things, like, build fences and work that requires, getting up and down off the ground, is not my cup of tea. Through, the usual course of my day, I don't think of aging.
It is another beautiful day on Planet Earth. It is cloudy, wet and cool and that is great! It is good Spring growing weather. We have several apple trees, both ornamental and regular, they are in full bloom and they don't need the Sun to look magnificent. The lilacs are a couple days from full bloom. The flowering currants have been blooming for several days. Some people call them clove currants, because of their aroma. They smell especially wonderful in the evening.
The coming months will be troubling for those who are locked into their belief systems. Much is going to be turned upside down. Even some of us, who think we are quite aware, will be surprised to find our pet beliefs challenged. That is okay. Beliefs are beliefs, they are not truths. When our beliefs are loving, they serve us in this illusion. But, knowledge in its truest sense, is not really available as long as we are in this illusion.
Imagine being able to slip into a world without time or space. Now imagine looking back at our world. What we thought of as truth, would not be the same, would it? I think we can be sure of a few things. We are energy. We are the same energy, therefore we are one. We come from a Source Energy {God}. Therefore, we are one with Source. In our experiments with separation, we developed perception.
Perception is interpreting energy through our five bodily senses, and perhaps some senses, we are not yet aware of. Each one of us is unique, in the sense, that we all interpret reality differently. The energy we form into a perceptual experience is the same. The experience, is different, for each of us. Each person sees the color red differently.
So outside of pure mathematics, is truth possible in this perceptual illusion?
We, are all, in search of the truth of ourselves. We need to know ourselves. Most of us, have some sense of our bodies. They are always with us and sending back messages. They are noisy, complaining and need to be cared for. But, even our bodies are something we know very little about. We have only began to see how amazing they are. And, bodies are even more complicated, when we discover, that many of their tastes, urges yearnings, drives, etc, seem to have an origin somewhere else.
Where is that somewhere else? The mind? That seems logical. That could be the simple answer, until we ask, what is mind? It is certainly much more than what goes on in our brain. We have enough data from near death experiences, and out of the body experiences, to put that idea to rest. Paradoxically, we need an open mind, to discover what the mind is. The very essence of the scientific principle is to proceed without preconceived ideas. Almost, every researcher, who studies the mind, goes into it with significant baggage.
We want to learn the truth of ourselves. We have been hampered, by being part of a culture, that has been controlled by people who maintained power, by manipulating our perception. This manipulation of perception occurs in all areas. It is often, the only reason we buy X toilet paper over Y. Choosing toilet paper is relatively innocuous. Not liking people, because of the color of their skin, or their religious beliefs, is not so harmless. Millions of people have been killed, tortured and maimed due to perceptual manipulation.
And we have the authority problem, that was mentioned on Wednesday. Would it be so painful to give up everything we believe? We can see, why finding truth, in this illusion is so elusive.
Fortunately, there are many Wayshowers, who have been exploring 'being', for centuries. Paths, exist for learning 'who we are' and many folks are expanding their awareness through meditation.
We are awakening. Things can happen fast. If we are to hang onto a belief, let if be the belief, everything, and everybody, is Love. That will work! Let the future in. We're ready.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Wednesday, May 6, 2015
EXPANSION
It is cloudy. It looks like rain. I hope so. We need it. Four very short sentences. This could be a short blog.
Is there a muse for bloggers? Inspiration seem to escape me.
I feel like the awakening of humanity is about to increase big time. I feel like, we are about to experience some events, that will change all of us for the better. It seems time, for the expansion of our hearts and minds, to new realms of consciousness. Yet, I can't point to anything. I don't like to predict things, and end up with egg on my face. In three weeks time, I expect to be able to point to something, we will all see as significant progress in our awakening. If not, I will have to point at my face.
We have been trapped, in ignorance, for many thousands of years. We don't know where we came from and why. Our evolutionary theories are interesting, even fascinating, but they are full of blind spots. They beg more questions than they answer. Our learning has suffered greatly, by a science that is ego dominated, and locked into the profit motive. We will understand much more, when are able to give up the idea, that we need to have authorities.
It is difficult to see reality when we are locked into higher and lower. Sure, some of us have gifts, that others do not. These gifts define what we have to give each other. The creation of authority is dangerous. We have come to blindly accept things as truths, because they come from the mouth of someone, we have deemed as an authority. When one gives up the opportunity to think for themselves, they limit their understanding. It is better to say to ourselves, "I don't understand that subject", than accept what an 'expert' says. We can have limited understanding of something and still be discerning. Accepting things blindly, limits our ability to discern. We need to keep our B.S. detectors functioning.
Our science, our religion, our understanding of everything, has been heavily contaminated. We need to see with new eyes, and an open heart, and mind. We are about to make a leap in consciousness, and we will look back at these times, and marvel at how wrong and blind we were.
We need to focus on our intent to awaken. Don't let old beliefs hold us back. It is time we began to 'see'. We will. The energy of the Universe is love. Source beckons us to awaken.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Is there a muse for bloggers? Inspiration seem to escape me.
I feel like the awakening of humanity is about to increase big time. I feel like, we are about to experience some events, that will change all of us for the better. It seems time, for the expansion of our hearts and minds, to new realms of consciousness. Yet, I can't point to anything. I don't like to predict things, and end up with egg on my face. In three weeks time, I expect to be able to point to something, we will all see as significant progress in our awakening. If not, I will have to point at my face.
We have been trapped, in ignorance, for many thousands of years. We don't know where we came from and why. Our evolutionary theories are interesting, even fascinating, but they are full of blind spots. They beg more questions than they answer. Our learning has suffered greatly, by a science that is ego dominated, and locked into the profit motive. We will understand much more, when are able to give up the idea, that we need to have authorities.
It is difficult to see reality when we are locked into higher and lower. Sure, some of us have gifts, that others do not. These gifts define what we have to give each other. The creation of authority is dangerous. We have come to blindly accept things as truths, because they come from the mouth of someone, we have deemed as an authority. When one gives up the opportunity to think for themselves, they limit their understanding. It is better to say to ourselves, "I don't understand that subject", than accept what an 'expert' says. We can have limited understanding of something and still be discerning. Accepting things blindly, limits our ability to discern. We need to keep our B.S. detectors functioning.
Our science, our religion, our understanding of everything, has been heavily contaminated. We need to see with new eyes, and an open heart, and mind. We are about to make a leap in consciousness, and we will look back at these times, and marvel at how wrong and blind we were.
We need to focus on our intent to awaken. Don't let old beliefs hold us back. It is time we began to 'see'. We will. The energy of the Universe is love. Source beckons us to awaken.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Monday, May 4, 2015
STANDING IN THE GARDEN
We had some large thunderstorms pass to the South of us last night. We got barely a sprinkle. Too bad. We could use the rain. We have heavy soil and we are not drying out, but it would, still be nice, to get a good strong rain. We are ahead of schedule, by about a week, looking at how the crab apples are blooming. It seems to me they usually come into full bloom the second or third week of May; they are blooming now. The barn swallows have returned, at least the scouts have arrived; they are males, that return a week ahead of the main flock. We have a pair of robins that seem to be building a nest.
Yes, Spring has sprung! It is a whole New World. Many of us feel the drag of the old dark world and we feel we are just schlepping through life. Those of us, that feel that way, should not be dismayed. Stepping out, of the old world created by fear, is not as easy as one would think. Our minds are accustomed to think in terms of limitations. Many of us are still caught in a web of fear thoughts. Our minds are still looking for dangers. We still feel we need to defend ourselves. Our egos are still alert for any transgressions that may come our way.
We need to test what it would be like to live outside this illusion. It is like sticking our big toe in the water. What would it be like seeing everything as love? What would it be like, to accept; that if it isn't love, it doesn't exist? Can we look outside our disguise and see only loving eyes looking back?
Some of us, may have one giant breakthrough, and walk out of the darkness into the light. Other of us, will wear away at our disguise, until we feel we don't need it any longer. We will pull the curtains up, that are blocking love, little by little.
The old metaphor, of darkness before the dawn, can be a reality. Globally the dark tries to hold unto its grip and, individually, our egos hang on for dear life, they want to stay in control and will whisper, anything they can into our ears, to maintain control.
But, again I say, don't be dismayed. The illusion is getting thin and very frayed. The old world is very tired. It is ready to be over. Our intention [intent] is very important. It points the way. It is like a team of horses pulling us out of the muck [illusion]. It will help greatly if we reaffirm our intention to awaken several times a day. Be alert to thoughts that keep us stuck, and don't give them credence, but, also, don't fight them, just let them fade away. We can't fight our way out of this illusion. We can only love our way out. We can refuse to acknowledge anything that is not love.
We are emerging! The beauty of our true selves is beginning to show. We can greatly help by, being alert, to the light in each other. Look for the beam of light in your neighbor. It is there. The more we look for the love in each other, the more we will see it. Tend to the love, in each other, as you would tend a beautiful garden. We will see a magnificent bloom.
There are great changes globally. Everyday, more minds are choosing peace. The people of the world, are seeing through the manipulations, of those who would control. The people are realizing, they have the power to demand a peaceful world. We are seeing it despite the obfuscation of the media. The more we can focus on love, the better we will see the change.
We are standing in a garden. The people around us are struggling to bloom. Let us pour our loving light all around us. Watch, the flowers of love, open their petals.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Yes, Spring has sprung! It is a whole New World. Many of us feel the drag of the old dark world and we feel we are just schlepping through life. Those of us, that feel that way, should not be dismayed. Stepping out, of the old world created by fear, is not as easy as one would think. Our minds are accustomed to think in terms of limitations. Many of us are still caught in a web of fear thoughts. Our minds are still looking for dangers. We still feel we need to defend ourselves. Our egos are still alert for any transgressions that may come our way.
We need to test what it would be like to live outside this illusion. It is like sticking our big toe in the water. What would it be like seeing everything as love? What would it be like, to accept; that if it isn't love, it doesn't exist? Can we look outside our disguise and see only loving eyes looking back?
Some of us, may have one giant breakthrough, and walk out of the darkness into the light. Other of us, will wear away at our disguise, until we feel we don't need it any longer. We will pull the curtains up, that are blocking love, little by little.
The old metaphor, of darkness before the dawn, can be a reality. Globally the dark tries to hold unto its grip and, individually, our egos hang on for dear life, they want to stay in control and will whisper, anything they can into our ears, to maintain control.
But, again I say, don't be dismayed. The illusion is getting thin and very frayed. The old world is very tired. It is ready to be over. Our intention [intent] is very important. It points the way. It is like a team of horses pulling us out of the muck [illusion]. It will help greatly if we reaffirm our intention to awaken several times a day. Be alert to thoughts that keep us stuck, and don't give them credence, but, also, don't fight them, just let them fade away. We can't fight our way out of this illusion. We can only love our way out. We can refuse to acknowledge anything that is not love.
We are emerging! The beauty of our true selves is beginning to show. We can greatly help by, being alert, to the light in each other. Look for the beam of light in your neighbor. It is there. The more we look for the love in each other, the more we will see it. Tend to the love, in each other, as you would tend a beautiful garden. We will see a magnificent bloom.
There are great changes globally. Everyday, more minds are choosing peace. The people of the world, are seeing through the manipulations, of those who would control. The people are realizing, they have the power to demand a peaceful world. We are seeing it despite the obfuscation of the media. The more we can focus on love, the better we will see the change.
We are standing in a garden. The people around us are struggling to bloom. Let us pour our loving light all around us. Watch, the flowers of love, open their petals.
Love and Peace, Gregg
Friday, May 1, 2015
ANNIVERSARY
Friday! It is interesting that, after 15 years retired, I still think of Fridays as special. This Friday, May 1st, however, is noteworthy for another reason. It was forty years ago, today, we moved into this house and began our homestead.
We were living in Coon Rapids on East River Road. We had five acres and began to raise goats, geese and chickens. I think the area was still zoned agricultural. The zoning was a carryover from the past, and the surroundings, were becoming more and more suburban. We needed to move further in the country, outside the pull of the metropolitan expansion. I was still maintaining a private practice in Family Therapy, so we didn't want to go too far North.
We settled on this location, because it was far enough away from the city, that the prices were not exorbitant, and close enough, that I could make the daily commute. We were about forty miles from the outer rim of the metropolitan area and sixty-five miles from my office. A little far, but doable. The same house fifteen miles closer to the city cost twice as much.
It was an old farm house. It was ragged and in disrepair. It had been rented for many years and, probably, did not have an owner occupier, for at least twenty years. But underneath the rough exterior was a solid seventy year old house. The floors were level, there was no rot. There was a beautiful wood cooking range in the kitchen; but the thing that sold me, was the water, it was the best water I ever tasted. I am very tuned into the quality of drinking water and the only water as good, was that water out of Lake Superior on the North Shore. {I don't know that it is drinkable anymore after the taconite mining}
Jamie, that renaissance woman, builder, artist, musical writer and all around phenom, soon brought the pearl of a homestead out of its depressed state of disrepair.
Our goal was to achieve sustainability. We wanted to live off the land, the way people have for thousands of years, before the age of industrialization. We felt that civilization lost its soul, during the course of industrialization, and we wanted to go back and see, just what it would be like, to live more intimately with the Earth. We were not alone in this endeavor. Although, we did not realize it when we began, we had a great deal of company. We did not know, we were part of a movement, until we joined it. We discovered that there were several other families, just in our area, that were seeking what we were seeking. We formed a homesteaders club and met periodically.
Through 1975 and 1976, I commuted to the city. In the Spring of 1977, I decided to work full time on the homestead. My idea was that we could raise enough of our own food, to live well, and I could have a small private practice from my home, to provide what money we would need. Well, nothing worked as I planned and I won't go into those details.
When we first moved in, we built an outhouse and installed a hand pump on the well. We kept hooked up to electricity until 1977. From 1977 until 1984, we lived without electricity, running water, modern bath or telephone. We heated and cooked with wood and had kerosene lamps and candles for lighting. For the most part- we did not miss modern conveniences! We lived a peaceful, elegant, lifestyle. We attracted a great many people who were fascinated by our way of life.
Noah was born in February of 1978 and Naomi was born in November of 1979. As they approached school age we felt it wasn't fair to them, to raise them, as 'oddballs' in the community. Our homesteader group pretty much rejoined the larger world. We thought we were in a vanguard, that was going to be part of a new world; instead the movement faded into the Eighties. Although, I continued, some form of private practice, throughout this time, it never was enough to meet the demands for cash. It was clear, I needed to become employed, in the outside world.
In 1984 I was hired by a rural county as a social worker. I started on the bottom rung of a ladder, I had climbed before. In 1986 I was employed by a little larger county. After six months there, I began working as an in-home family therapist for a non-profit agency. In 1988 I rejoined the metropolitan county, where I started my professional career in 1962. I was hired as an in-home family therapist. I soon, was asked, to form a Children's Mental Health Unit. I supervised that unit for a few years and then became Program Manager for the Family and Children Services of the county. I stayed in that position until I retired.
The home we live in now, is not recognizable, from the house we moved into, forty years ago. Modern conveniences are great. We have them and enjoy them. We do know, we could live without them. Our home has expanded, with two additions; one was built in the nineties and the other, was just completed last year. We now have a full bath, both upstairs and down. I don't know how life could be better. Hmmmmm, maybe one of those big spas to soak in.
The credit, for the creation of this homestead, goes to Jamie. Professionally, she is a nurse and has had a great and varied, experience. Since living here she has worked at two local hospitals, a nursing home and public health. Our home is one of her great achievements. As I said before, she is one amazing renaissance woman.
We have raised different animals over the years. We had a milk cow once, we raised a couple pigs, we had a horse for a couple years. Mostly we have raised chickens, geese, goats, sheep, and turkeys. We have raised chicken, consistently, beginning a couple years before we moved here. We have sheep and chickens right now. We could add turkeys, goats or geese anytime, who knows.
Tomorrow the sheep shearer comes. I have to round them up and get them in the barn.
Today we celebrate the anniversary of our homestead.
Love and Peace, Gregg
We were living in Coon Rapids on East River Road. We had five acres and began to raise goats, geese and chickens. I think the area was still zoned agricultural. The zoning was a carryover from the past, and the surroundings, were becoming more and more suburban. We needed to move further in the country, outside the pull of the metropolitan expansion. I was still maintaining a private practice in Family Therapy, so we didn't want to go too far North.
We settled on this location, because it was far enough away from the city, that the prices were not exorbitant, and close enough, that I could make the daily commute. We were about forty miles from the outer rim of the metropolitan area and sixty-five miles from my office. A little far, but doable. The same house fifteen miles closer to the city cost twice as much.
It was an old farm house. It was ragged and in disrepair. It had been rented for many years and, probably, did not have an owner occupier, for at least twenty years. But underneath the rough exterior was a solid seventy year old house. The floors were level, there was no rot. There was a beautiful wood cooking range in the kitchen; but the thing that sold me, was the water, it was the best water I ever tasted. I am very tuned into the quality of drinking water and the only water as good, was that water out of Lake Superior on the North Shore. {I don't know that it is drinkable anymore after the taconite mining}
Jamie, that renaissance woman, builder, artist, musical writer and all around phenom, soon brought the pearl of a homestead out of its depressed state of disrepair.
Our goal was to achieve sustainability. We wanted to live off the land, the way people have for thousands of years, before the age of industrialization. We felt that civilization lost its soul, during the course of industrialization, and we wanted to go back and see, just what it would be like, to live more intimately with the Earth. We were not alone in this endeavor. Although, we did not realize it when we began, we had a great deal of company. We did not know, we were part of a movement, until we joined it. We discovered that there were several other families, just in our area, that were seeking what we were seeking. We formed a homesteaders club and met periodically.
Through 1975 and 1976, I commuted to the city. In the Spring of 1977, I decided to work full time on the homestead. My idea was that we could raise enough of our own food, to live well, and I could have a small private practice from my home, to provide what money we would need. Well, nothing worked as I planned and I won't go into those details.
When we first moved in, we built an outhouse and installed a hand pump on the well. We kept hooked up to electricity until 1977. From 1977 until 1984, we lived without electricity, running water, modern bath or telephone. We heated and cooked with wood and had kerosene lamps and candles for lighting. For the most part- we did not miss modern conveniences! We lived a peaceful, elegant, lifestyle. We attracted a great many people who were fascinated by our way of life.
Noah was born in February of 1978 and Naomi was born in November of 1979. As they approached school age we felt it wasn't fair to them, to raise them, as 'oddballs' in the community. Our homesteader group pretty much rejoined the larger world. We thought we were in a vanguard, that was going to be part of a new world; instead the movement faded into the Eighties. Although, I continued, some form of private practice, throughout this time, it never was enough to meet the demands for cash. It was clear, I needed to become employed, in the outside world.
In 1984 I was hired by a rural county as a social worker. I started on the bottom rung of a ladder, I had climbed before. In 1986 I was employed by a little larger county. After six months there, I began working as an in-home family therapist for a non-profit agency. In 1988 I rejoined the metropolitan county, where I started my professional career in 1962. I was hired as an in-home family therapist. I soon, was asked, to form a Children's Mental Health Unit. I supervised that unit for a few years and then became Program Manager for the Family and Children Services of the county. I stayed in that position until I retired.
The home we live in now, is not recognizable, from the house we moved into, forty years ago. Modern conveniences are great. We have them and enjoy them. We do know, we could live without them. Our home has expanded, with two additions; one was built in the nineties and the other, was just completed last year. We now have a full bath, both upstairs and down. I don't know how life could be better. Hmmmmm, maybe one of those big spas to soak in.
The credit, for the creation of this homestead, goes to Jamie. Professionally, she is a nurse and has had a great and varied, experience. Since living here she has worked at two local hospitals, a nursing home and public health. Our home is one of her great achievements. As I said before, she is one amazing renaissance woman.
We have raised different animals over the years. We had a milk cow once, we raised a couple pigs, we had a horse for a couple years. Mostly we have raised chickens, geese, goats, sheep, and turkeys. We have raised chicken, consistently, beginning a couple years before we moved here. We have sheep and chickens right now. We could add turkeys, goats or geese anytime, who knows.
Tomorrow the sheep shearer comes. I have to round them up and get them in the barn.
Today we celebrate the anniversary of our homestead.
Love and Peace, Gregg
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