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December 17, 2016
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December 17, 2016
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ONLY THIS ONE MOMENT IS ALL THAT IS REAL
AS CLOUDS OF MIND DISSIPATE IN LIGHT & WIND
<
LIGHT OF SOUL
WIND OF BREATH
<
MINDING NOTHING
BE THAT!
ew
3:41 AM-12/17/18
AS CLOUDS OF MIND DISSIPATE IN LIGHT & WIND
<
LIGHT OF SOUL
WIND OF BREATH
<
MINDING NOTHING
BE THAT!
ew
3:41 AM-12/17/18
OMG!!!
post Dr David Yogo….too cold to out for pre-sunrise beach
for an instant was forcing self to go anyway…as usual…
SUDDENLY ARISES
FROM AKASHA CORE:
<
AS IT ALREADY IS
&
LIFE HAS BECOME A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
∞
ANY GREAT GERM OF DECEIT WITHIN
PARASITICALLY JOINS WITH OTHERS’ LIES
<
BREEDS & POSSESSES
AS WETIKO VIRUS
IF MIND IS CONTROLER OF MOVEMENTS
!!!!!
!!!!BAH HUMBUG !!!!
TO ENTOMBING ROUTINES THAT JAR AN UNFETTERED SOUL
∞
THEY WERE USEFUL TO PROTECT SOUL FOR A TIME
BUT NOW ARE MURDEROUS AND DECEPTIVE…
… A LIE TO THE SOUL
WHICH SAYS
“WHAT YOU ARE & DO IS NEVER ENOUGH”
ew
6:00 AM-12/17/2018
A Syncronicity:
This link read AFTER the above Arose
From A Course in Miracles Study guide for today (e-mail)
http://jcim.net/Reflections/ACIM-Edmonton-L351.pdf
See Last entry in Read More at end of today's post
for more re: BANISHING THE LIES-Lisa Renee
(this color font)
post Dr David Yogo….too cold to out for pre-sunrise beach
for an instant was forcing self to go anyway…as usual…
SUDDENLY ARISES
FROM AKASHA CORE:
<
AS IT ALREADY IS
&
LIFE HAS BECOME A GENTLE DÉJÀ VU
∞
ANY GREAT GERM OF DECEIT WITHIN
PARASITICALLY JOINS WITH OTHERS’ LIES
<
BREEDS & POSSESSES
AS WETIKO VIRUS
IF MIND IS CONTROLER OF MOVEMENTS
!!!!!
!!!!BAH HUMBUG !!!!
TO ENTOMBING ROUTINES THAT JAR AN UNFETTERED SOUL
∞
THEY WERE USEFUL TO PROTECT SOUL FOR A TIME
BUT NOW ARE MURDEROUS AND DECEPTIVE…
… A LIE TO THE SOUL
WHICH SAYS
“WHAT YOU ARE & DO IS NEVER ENOUGH”
ew
6:00 AM-12/17/2018
A Syncronicity:
This link read AFTER the above Arose
From A Course in Miracles Study guide for today (e-mail)
http://jcim.net/Reflections/ACIM-Edmonton-L351.pdf
See Last entry in Read More at end of today's post
for more re: BANISHING THE LIES-Lisa Renee
(this color font)
From the inmost Core, descending ̶ downward, outward ̶
Distances immeasurable I came,
‘Till finding the Thought unutterable,
Here, lingering, I dwelt for a season,
Thinking what I could not say,
Understanding transcending human conceiving,
Pure Meaning close-packed and overflowing,
Containing of libraries the substance all
and more, ne’er told.
Franklin Merrell-Wolff - The supreme adventure
See Read More below Afternoon Photos
for Full Sharing
Distances immeasurable I came,
‘Till finding the Thought unutterable,
Here, lingering, I dwelt for a season,
Thinking what I could not say,
Understanding transcending human conceiving,
Pure Meaning close-packed and overflowing,
Containing of libraries the substance all
and more, ne’er told.
Franklin Merrell-Wolff - The supreme adventure
See Read More below Afternoon Photos
for Full Sharing
All quotes below in this font excerpts from:
http://www.merrell-wolff.org/fmw/aphorisms
http://www.merrell-wolff.org/fmw/aphorisms
....Consciousness-without-an-object
is neither bondage nor freedom.
is neither bondage nor freedom.
Consciousness-without-an-object
may be symbolized by a SPACE
that is unaffected by the presence or absence of objects,
for which there is neither Time nor Timelessness;
neither a world-containing Space nor a Spatial Void;
neither Tension nor Equilibrium;
neither Resistance nor Creativeness;
neither Agony nor Bliss;
neither Action nor Rest;
and neither Restriction nor Freedom.
may be symbolized by a SPACE
that is unaffected by the presence or absence of objects,
for which there is neither Time nor Timelessness;
neither a world-containing Space nor a Spatial Void;
neither Tension nor Equilibrium;
neither Resistance nor Creativeness;
neither Agony nor Bliss;
neither Action nor Rest;
and neither Restriction nor Freedom.
As the GREAT SPACE
is not to be identified with the Universe,
so neither is It to be identified with any Self.
is not to be identified with the Universe,
so neither is It to be identified with any Self.
The GREAT SPACE
is not God,
but the comprehender of all Gods,
as well as of all lesser creatures.
is not God,
but the comprehender of all Gods,
as well as of all lesser creatures.
The GREAT SPACE,
or Consciousness-without-an-object,
is the Sole Reality upon which all objects and all selves
depend and derive their existence.
or Consciousness-without-an-object,
is the Sole Reality upon which all objects and all selves
depend and derive their existence.
The GREAT SPACE
comprehends both the Path of the Universe
and the Path of Nirvana.
comprehends both the Path of the Universe
and the Path of Nirvana.
Beside the GREAT SPACE
there is none other.
Above in this font excerpts from:
http://www.merrell-wolff.org/fmw/aphorisms
there is none other.
Above in this font excerpts from:
http://www.merrell-wolff.org/fmw/aphorisms
The sea of life is in constant motion, no one can stop its ever-moving waves.
The Master walks over the waves,
the wise man swims in the water,
but the ignorant man is drowned in his effort to cross.
Bowl of Saki, December 16, by Hazrat Inayat Khan
The Master walks over the waves,
the wise man swims in the water,
but the ignorant man is drowned in his effort to cross.
Bowl of Saki, December 16, by Hazrat Inayat Khan
Commentary by Hazrat Inayat Khan:
It makes no difference to me
if I am so praised that I am raised from earth to heaven,
nor if I am so blamed
that I am thrown from the greatest heights
to the depths of the earth.
Life to me is an ever-moving sea
in which the waves of favor and disfavor
constantly rise and fall.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/say/gayan_gamakas.htm
It makes no difference to me
if I am so praised that I am raised from earth to heaven,
nor if I am so blamed
that I am thrown from the greatest heights
to the depths of the earth.
Life to me is an ever-moving sea
in which the waves of favor and disfavor
constantly rise and fall.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/say/gayan_gamakas.htm
To attain peace,
what one has to do is to
seek that rhythm which is in the depth of our being.
It is just like the sea:
the surface of the sea is ever moving;
the depth of the sea is still.
And so it is with our life.
what one has to do is to
seek that rhythm which is in the depth of our being.
It is just like the sea:
the surface of the sea is ever moving;
the depth of the sea is still.
And so it is with our life.
If our life is thrown into the sea of activity,
it is on the surface.
We still live in the profound depths,
in that peace.
But the thing is to become conscious
of that peace
which can be found within ourselves.
it is on the surface.
We still live in the profound depths,
in that peace.
But the thing is to become conscious
of that peace
which can be found within ourselves.
It is this which can bring us the answer to all our problems.
If not, when we want to solve one problem,
there is another difficult problem coming.
There is no end to our problems.
There is no end to the difficulties of the outer life.
And if we get excited over them,
we shall never be able to solve them.
If not, when we want to solve one problem,
there is another difficult problem coming.
There is no end to our problems.
There is no end to the difficulties of the outer life.
And if we get excited over them,
we shall never be able to solve them.
Some think,
'We might wait.
Perhaps the conditions will become better.
We shall see then what to do.'
But when will the conditions become better?
They will become still worse!
'We might wait.
Perhaps the conditions will become better.
We shall see then what to do.'
But when will the conditions become better?
They will become still worse!
Whether the conditions become better or worse,
the first thing is to
seek the kingdom of God within ourselves,
in which there is our peace.
the first thing is to
seek the kingdom of God within ourselves,
in which there is our peace.
As soon as we have found that,
we have found our support,
we have found our self.
And in spite of all the activity and movement on the surface,
we shall be able to keep that peace undisturbed
if only we hold it fast by becoming conscious of it.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/I/I_IV_6.htm
~~~ The sea of life is in constant motion,
no one can stop its ever-moving waves.
The Master walks over the waves,
the wise man swims in the water,
but the ignorant man
is drowned
in his effort to cross.
we have found our support,
we have found our self.
And in spite of all the activity and movement on the surface,
we shall be able to keep that peace undisturbed
if only we hold it fast by becoming conscious of it.
from https://wahiduddin.net/mv2/I/I_IV_6.htm
~~~ The sea of life is in constant motion,
no one can stop its ever-moving waves.
The Master walks over the waves,
the wise man swims in the water,
but the ignorant man
is drowned
in his effort to cross.
AFTERNOON
Read More Below
for
BANISHING THE LIES - at very end of post
for
BANISHING THE LIES - at very end of post
Franklin Merrell-Wolff - The supreme adventure
At long last the forest lay behind,
Before stretched a desert, bleak and empty,
Beyond, a mountain, dim in the dancing haze,
Reaching upward, defeating all measure.
I sat resting in the shade of the forest-rim,
The last cool stream at my feet.
Deeply I drank refreshment and pondered:
Long had the journey been and weary
In the maze and the dark of the forest,
Oft had I drifted down false lanes,
Oft had courage been shaken,
Yet I never quite failed to try again
And at last the dim trails were finished.
Behind lay desires, vain and incomplete,
Ambitions inadequate, yearnings now stilled;
Before, reaching all but endlessly,
A dreary waste, trail-less and void of sign.
It seemed I beheld the Goal, dim in the distance,
But, again, It seemed not there.
Was uncertain possibility worth the effort?
Could anything be worth the cost
Paid, and yet remaining to be paid?
Oh I for the rest without ending,
If not the rest of Victory,
Then the surcease of defeat,
But in any case rest.
Thus I pondered while a new strength grew
And resolution again was born
Of the ashes of burned desires and yearnings.
Methought: “Better onward continue,
Else all this effort uncompleted
Useless would lie in the void of vain endeavor.
If thought of achievement thrills no longer,
Yet ‘twere better to complete the half-finished.
Behind lie values exhausted and lost,
No longer potent to ‘rouse the soul
That, in vision, a Beyond hath glimpsed.
Onward alone lieth hope
To fill the void.”
At last I arose, resolution firm,
Gathered my staff and compass ̶
Sole possessions of the final hour ̶
And strode me forth beyond visible trail.
Ere long the forest behind me vanished,
Consumed in refracting desert haze;
Then all about the emptiness of burning waste.
On I journeyed in time-expanding void,
Unafraid, but weary with the seeming endlessness;
On I journeyed o’er rock and sand and thorn,
Alone in the stillness that is not Peace;
On I journeyed, thirsting ever more and more
For refreshing waters of the forest past recall;
Yet on I journeyed as thirst grew numb,
The mountain, haze consumed, as the forest.
And time, my tread less resolute became;
The void without became likewise a void within,
All endeavor unavailing.
I sank me down upon a rock,
Caring nought, accepting what might be.
Then spoke the VOICE,
In accents strong, cheering, comforting,
Calling from out the Beyond,
Telling of the Glory There,
Recalling the need of forest wanderers.
Within me a new courage grew, a new determination.
Once more I ‘rose, onward moving,
Feeling more clear, though not yet seeing
The ancient Mount of untellable Majesty.
The desert journey, all but finished,
Now lay behind.
Already the slopes, mounting in steeper gradient,
Promise of final fulfillment offered.
Steeper grew the Way, but easier,
Strange paradox of a World, inverting former values.
Quickly I ascended, filled with strength
Born downward from Beyond.
The haze grew thin and vanished.
Then, before me, immeasurable Largeness,
Buttresses of the ancient Mountain;
Height rising on height, beyond all vision.
Filled anew with cheer and rich assurance,
Fast I climbed, until at last
Above me stretched the awful cliff,
Transcending the final reach of thought.
Here I lingered but briefest hour,
Extracting from thought its inmost core,
Seeking the Power above all powers.
Success crowned effort beyond all hope
And, as it were, in Time’s briefest instant,
Outreaching time and space and cause, I rose
To unthinkable heights beyond unthinkable heights,
Finding at last the ancient Home,
Long forgotten, yet Known so well.
Gone was the forest-world, a new World mine;
Joy untellable, Knowledge all-consuming,
Eternity stretching everywhere;
Not anywhere aught but I
Sustaining all universes,
Their origin and consummation.
Darkness of ineffable LIGHT
Enveloping all.
II
Darkness, Silence, Voidness, utter,
At once, Fullness in every sense;
Deeps beyond seeing, beyond feeling, beyond thought;
At the inmost Core of all I AM,
Sustaining all, not different from all.
Untellable ages, a moment of time,
All time, but one moment there.
From the inmost Core, descending ̶ downward, outward ̶
Distances immeasurable I came,
‘Till finding the Thought unutterable,
Here, lingering, I dwelt for a season,
Thinking what I could not say,
Understanding transcending human conceiving,
Pure Meaning close-packed and o1erflowing,
Containing of libraries the substance all
and more, ne’er told.
Filled to the brim, I descended, down through the haze,
Which, ever enclosing the world below,
Holds dispart the Mountain Top
From the nether world of outer life.
Gone was the desert and forest-maze,
Scenes of age-old wanderings.
The Way to Heights ineffable a mystery no more,
A new mystery spread below.
Seething multitudes rushing to and fro
O’er far-reaching plane;
Bent over, searching the earth,
Grubbing here and there, ne’er still,
Driven as slaves, joyless and dull,
Seeking the Gold, finding dross.
One here, one there, standing in pause
Looking upward, eyes dim with pain,
Yearning, questioning, searching,
Not Knowing, yet hungering.
These, aliens all in a foreign land;
“Thou would’st of this harvest share,
Of souls drawn Home to Peace and Joy?
Then seek again the way
In yon fields below.
None knows the final secret of human soul,
So ever We try and try again,
In every way, old memory to ‘rouse.
Go forth and try thy way.”
So again I pondered the trails I knew,
The effort wasted, endeavor fruitless,
The final Success, the Key thereto.
Methought:
“‘Tis needless, the journey so hard should be.
A little turn here, another there,
And many a barrier and morass deep,
Easily surmounted will be.
I shall tell of the Way
Which at last I found,
That others in a clearer Light may See.”
So I drew a chart, the best I knew,
And here it is for all
Who, wandering in forest and desert drear,
Wish that a clearer Way might revealed be.
Franklin Merrell-Wolf
http://www.merrell-wolff.org/
Shared from here:
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/12/franklin-merrell-wolff-supreme-adventure.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NoMindsLand+%28No+Mind%27s+Land%29
At long last the forest lay behind,
Before stretched a desert, bleak and empty,
Beyond, a mountain, dim in the dancing haze,
Reaching upward, defeating all measure.
I sat resting in the shade of the forest-rim,
The last cool stream at my feet.
Deeply I drank refreshment and pondered:
Long had the journey been and weary
In the maze and the dark of the forest,
Oft had I drifted down false lanes,
Oft had courage been shaken,
Yet I never quite failed to try again
And at last the dim trails were finished.
Behind lay desires, vain and incomplete,
Ambitions inadequate, yearnings now stilled;
Before, reaching all but endlessly,
A dreary waste, trail-less and void of sign.
It seemed I beheld the Goal, dim in the distance,
But, again, It seemed not there.
Was uncertain possibility worth the effort?
Could anything be worth the cost
Paid, and yet remaining to be paid?
Oh I for the rest without ending,
If not the rest of Victory,
Then the surcease of defeat,
But in any case rest.
Thus I pondered while a new strength grew
And resolution again was born
Of the ashes of burned desires and yearnings.
Methought: “Better onward continue,
Else all this effort uncompleted
Useless would lie in the void of vain endeavor.
If thought of achievement thrills no longer,
Yet ‘twere better to complete the half-finished.
Behind lie values exhausted and lost,
No longer potent to ‘rouse the soul
That, in vision, a Beyond hath glimpsed.
Onward alone lieth hope
To fill the void.”
At last I arose, resolution firm,
Gathered my staff and compass ̶
Sole possessions of the final hour ̶
And strode me forth beyond visible trail.
Ere long the forest behind me vanished,
Consumed in refracting desert haze;
Then all about the emptiness of burning waste.
On I journeyed in time-expanding void,
Unafraid, but weary with the seeming endlessness;
On I journeyed o’er rock and sand and thorn,
Alone in the stillness that is not Peace;
On I journeyed, thirsting ever more and more
For refreshing waters of the forest past recall;
Yet on I journeyed as thirst grew numb,
The mountain, haze consumed, as the forest.
And time, my tread less resolute became;
The void without became likewise a void within,
All endeavor unavailing.
I sank me down upon a rock,
Caring nought, accepting what might be.
Then spoke the VOICE,
In accents strong, cheering, comforting,
Calling from out the Beyond,
Telling of the Glory There,
Recalling the need of forest wanderers.
Within me a new courage grew, a new determination.
Once more I ‘rose, onward moving,
Feeling more clear, though not yet seeing
The ancient Mount of untellable Majesty.
The desert journey, all but finished,
Now lay behind.
Already the slopes, mounting in steeper gradient,
Promise of final fulfillment offered.
Steeper grew the Way, but easier,
Strange paradox of a World, inverting former values.
Quickly I ascended, filled with strength
Born downward from Beyond.
The haze grew thin and vanished.
Then, before me, immeasurable Largeness,
Buttresses of the ancient Mountain;
Height rising on height, beyond all vision.
Filled anew with cheer and rich assurance,
Fast I climbed, until at last
Above me stretched the awful cliff,
Transcending the final reach of thought.
Here I lingered but briefest hour,
Extracting from thought its inmost core,
Seeking the Power above all powers.
Success crowned effort beyond all hope
And, as it were, in Time’s briefest instant,
Outreaching time and space and cause, I rose
To unthinkable heights beyond unthinkable heights,
Finding at last the ancient Home,
Long forgotten, yet Known so well.
Gone was the forest-world, a new World mine;
Joy untellable, Knowledge all-consuming,
Eternity stretching everywhere;
Not anywhere aught but I
Sustaining all universes,
Their origin and consummation.
Darkness of ineffable LIGHT
Enveloping all.
II
Darkness, Silence, Voidness, utter,
At once, Fullness in every sense;
Deeps beyond seeing, beyond feeling, beyond thought;
At the inmost Core of all I AM,
Sustaining all, not different from all.
Untellable ages, a moment of time,
All time, but one moment there.
From the inmost Core, descending ̶ downward, outward ̶
Distances immeasurable I came,
‘Till finding the Thought unutterable,
Here, lingering, I dwelt for a season,
Thinking what I could not say,
Understanding transcending human conceiving,
Pure Meaning close-packed and o1erflowing,
Containing of libraries the substance all
and more, ne’er told.
Filled to the brim, I descended, down through the haze,
Which, ever enclosing the world below,
Holds dispart the Mountain Top
From the nether world of outer life.
Gone was the desert and forest-maze,
Scenes of age-old wanderings.
The Way to Heights ineffable a mystery no more,
A new mystery spread below.
Seething multitudes rushing to and fro
O’er far-reaching plane;
Bent over, searching the earth,
Grubbing here and there, ne’er still,
Driven as slaves, joyless and dull,
Seeking the Gold, finding dross.
One here, one there, standing in pause
Looking upward, eyes dim with pain,
Yearning, questioning, searching,
Not Knowing, yet hungering.
These, aliens all in a foreign land;
“Thou would’st of this harvest share,
Of souls drawn Home to Peace and Joy?
Then seek again the way
In yon fields below.
None knows the final secret of human soul,
So ever We try and try again,
In every way, old memory to ‘rouse.
Go forth and try thy way.”
So again I pondered the trails I knew,
The effort wasted, endeavor fruitless,
The final Success, the Key thereto.
Methought:
“‘Tis needless, the journey so hard should be.
A little turn here, another there,
And many a barrier and morass deep,
Easily surmounted will be.
I shall tell of the Way
Which at last I found,
That others in a clearer Light may See.”
So I drew a chart, the best I knew,
And here it is for all
Who, wandering in forest and desert drear,
Wish that a clearer Way might revealed be.
Franklin Merrell-Wolf
http://www.merrell-wolff.org/
Shared from here:
http://nomindsland.blogspot.com/2018/12/franklin-merrell-wolff-supreme-adventure.html?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NoMindsLand+%28No+Mind%27s+Land%29
It is important to understand that the spreading of deceptions and lies
involves both sides of the deceiver and deceived,
both must participate in the lie in order to bring it into manifestation.
The Controllers require the deceived to hand over their consent to the lies,
in order to continue to perpetrate their fraud against the public,
committing mass deceptions and directing mind control programming.
We cannot ignore the pile of lies upon lies around us anymore.
Collectively there is a radical push piercing the veil
through the astral walls of black magic that have been filled with spells of deception.
As we banish the lies from our lives, we shatter the prettily packaged illusions and the content rises up to the surface consciousness,
where we can finally see the larger pieces of truth.
We stop participating in the rewarding of liars and punishing of those people
that are actually being honest.
The truth of disclosure lives inside all of us now,
and it is in what you can finally perceive as the nature of reality
that is actually the honest truth.
Lisa Renee
The above has no weblink...
site below is excellent article re: same subject by Lisa Renee
Also quotes from this article are in Read More section of
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/youthanasia-sanctarii-tsunami-of-divine-grace-antidote-for-what-avalanches-eternal-innocence-survivors-of-solitude-december-15-2018
BANISHING THE LIES
https://energeticsynthesis.com/index.php/resource-tools/news-shift-timelines/3396-banishing-the-lies
involves both sides of the deceiver and deceived,
both must participate in the lie in order to bring it into manifestation.
The Controllers require the deceived to hand over their consent to the lies,
in order to continue to perpetrate their fraud against the public,
committing mass deceptions and directing mind control programming.
We cannot ignore the pile of lies upon lies around us anymore.
Collectively there is a radical push piercing the veil
through the astral walls of black magic that have been filled with spells of deception.
As we banish the lies from our lives, we shatter the prettily packaged illusions and the content rises up to the surface consciousness,
where we can finally see the larger pieces of truth.
We stop participating in the rewarding of liars and punishing of those people
that are actually being honest.
The truth of disclosure lives inside all of us now,
and it is in what you can finally perceive as the nature of reality
that is actually the honest truth.
Lisa Renee
The above has no weblink...
site below is excellent article re: same subject by Lisa Renee
Also quotes from this article are in Read More section of
https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/youthanasia-sanctarii-tsunami-of-divine-grace-antidote-for-what-avalanches-eternal-innocence-survivors-of-solitude-december-15-2018
BANISHING THE LIES
https://energeticsynthesis.com/index.php/resource-tools/news-shift-timelines/3396-banishing-the-lies
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