"As Soon as I Ruffled The Lake's Surface with Thought or The World with Movement; Za-Zoom! He Was Gone."

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

My mind is empty almost all of the time. It's a true blessing for me. It turns me into a landing zone for invisible travelers and luminous entities passing by... passing thru. This is also the case for those who live below the midpoint of The Dial. Like attracts like. That's the good news and the bad news. When The Mind is empty and my heart soars. It is often as if angels were lightning bugs on a Summer evening.

The Moon... shining on a still lake... renders my state both full and empty at the same time since The Lake is my mind. People talk about illusions as if they were a bad thing. Well... most of the time they are because The Separated Mind seeks to be attached in its pursuit of Unity. Everyone in separated-mind is hot for Unity, but that is like trying to grab The Moon through the surface of The Lake. You can't do it, can you?

You don't have to. You already have The Moon.

Illusions can actually be fun and entertaining as long as you are not attached to them. Anything can be amusing if you have no attachments. This is the biggest discovery (except for The Divine) of my entire life. If you want to be free... you must be unattached, BUT... life is constantly creating and providing vehicles for attachment. Some seekers get radical about handling this and they tear others in their efforts to be free.

These situations are easy to get into and sometimes very difficult to get out of.

You have to sit in the middle of it and let it all come and go as it wishes. If you don't try to hold on to it, it won't go anywhere, or... conversely, it won't stay around. (grin)

I'm sure people look at Ho-Ti and wonder why he is laughing all the time; the statue anyway. It's the same with those crazy Zen Buddhists, always saying incomprehensible things and laughing about it. Sure... in Times of Material Darkness there are plenty of pretenders and poseurs, BUT... The Genuine Article is laughing from not being attached. If you are not attached you can't help laughing. It appears on its own accord.

As much as people are told that Life will provide EVERYTHING you want and need, and... that you don't have to go looking for it, most people don't trust that; “But what if it doesn't? What if it doesn't?” I only wish it didn't a lot of the time but I know from my own experience that you don't have to go looking for anything. The trick is to make sure that only what you really want is looking for you, and that can only be one thing for any of us. Heh heh.

Insecurity breeds insecurity. Repeat... after... me... insecurity breeds insecurity. Like attracts like. REALLY... anything you want (making sure that you want it) you have only to go and speak to The Divine Mother about it. That IS her department. How is she going to refuse you? She's your mother!

This is how people get themselves into trouble, over... and over... and over again. STOP WANTING!!!

That's the ticket. I'm not saying anything new. This has been true for longer than Time has been around. It is one of the basic tenets of Ageless Wisdom.

I went looking for God early on. I had no choice. At first, it seemed that I was the most wretched of souls. Little did I know. Anyway... God showed up, AND... as is usually the case, unless it had already happened at a previous time, he turns everything upside down, IN... ORDER... TO... make it right side up. So... it continued to look like I was the most wretched of men for quite some time.

God also does this to see if you are serious; if you are willing to stay the course... if you are along for the whole process. Most fall away at some point... unless God really wants you to come along, so he keeps you miserable for a while longer. You know what happens when you give a child too many toys. The child starts taking it for granted real quick... and gets a permanently disappointed look on its face from being spoiled.

I'm not the only one to run into God. It happens more often than you might think, but most people don't recognize it when it happens, AND... most people have compelling, and competing pedestrian interests. You are truly fortunate if God ruins this for you, as he did me. I can't get excited about anything now... except for God.

Bad people... well, let me say, misguided souls, also run into God more often than you might think. In those cases, God is The Devil the way The Wicked see Him. God is endlessly present and incredibly elusive.

I remember the times when I was in some extremely peaceful state and he would slip into me without my notice, and the whole of my being would turn to liquid ecstasy. As long as I didn't move or didn't think, he would remain. As soon as I ruffled The Lake with thought or The World with movement; zazoom! He was gone, and there was no calling him back.

Other times... the surface of my skin and the area beneath my skin would turn to that goosebumps sensation... in rolling waves. Low thrumming sound would fill my form and it could get scary when you don't know what the Hell is going on. I haven't had either of those in a long time. These days he uses The Sun to lift my spirits high above the clouds of ominous portent that is The World of the moment.

Otherwise, he appears whenever it pleases him now, in my heart and mind, no matter what I might be doing; getting a cup of tea... making a meal... sitting here... going there. Some days there is a lot of activity and some days next to none, BUT... very seldom is there no action at all, and that is only because I can't see it.

This is all that concerns me. I don't care about anything else. Everything else is just noise and I have learned to tune that out. There's nothing there for me anyway, I've looked. I looked longer than I think I needed to. I think most of us do. It's hard to believe there's nothing there. It only looks like something, and then it disappears or turns into something else that isn't there either; chim-chim chimera!

All of our desires (save for one) are like this and that is why all satisfaction is temporary. Pleasure seekers are inevitably headed for an unpleasant end. That doesn't mean you can't enjoy pleasure, as long as The Supreme Enjoyer is around.

More and more I think Krishna and Christ are the same person, modified for each culture. Then I think, well... Christ is really Ishvara; dwelling in his own mystery. Then... as is usually what happens, I realize I don't care, and none of that matters. God is my playmate, who just likes to have fun and adventures. He doesn't care about all that formality. That's for The Priests. It gives them something to do, while they pay the penance of that lifetime for something or other they did earlier.

Most of the time, God is brimming with laughter, not taking anything seriously. He doesn't have to; he's God! I wish I could tell all these fundies to just enjoy their life, BUT... that doesn't work for them. Muslims frown on singing and dancing. (Sufism gets it).

That... I REALLY don't get. Jesus! Make a joyful noise for Christ's sake. Heh heh. Whatever happened to The Singing Planets, rubbing against one another, or... The Sons of God dancing for joy on the mountaintops of The World when it was young? Isn't The Witness forever young? Isn't The Mind constantly renewed for those who love The Divine? When you get old and bitter and filled with regret, you took a wrong turn somewhere.

Whenever you get low and the clouds of The World close in, read a little Kahlil Gibran. That should lighten your mood.

End Transmission.......

Here are some things that may provoke interest in some of you. They did in me.

Yesterday I found this audio book of Patanjali's Aphorisms. Wow!!!

I have read The Alice Bailey translations more than a dozen times for sure and... in just half an hour of listening to this version, I got more than all those other times put together. This is serious goosebump territory.

Go to the source page at Internet Archive and just scroll down to the download options on your right. I took the first selection= 128KBPS MP3. You click on the down arrow at the right where it says, "4 files," and there you go. You will need WinRAR (or similar software) to decompress the files. If you don't want to download, you can simply listen to the book online.

There are five versions available. I haven't listened to any of the others.

Oh! Do any of you readers have any facility with this sort of thing? I've been given a temporary dispensation if it is made possible.

Once... years ago, I knew these two brothers. One of them was a mycology researcher AND real doctor, and he was a cutting-edge Owsley type who used to write for High Times. He created something called Camote or Kamote... something like that. He grew it in brown rice. It was unlike anything I have experienced elsewhere... peals of laughter and all that... all through.

He was... unfortunately killed by a junkie for refusing to write a script. I lost contact with his brother, Michael, which was unfortunate because I still owed him a small amount. (grin)

Some links (very few) are at GAB=.

Kahlil Gibran
Jesus The Son of Man