Tue, 24 March 2009 Year 15 Sept. 1982 -- Sept. 1983 Another delay as I struggle with 'getting-it-right' by visiting boatyards, welding shops and people from my past. What cannot be expressed properly is the joy and love still waiting to be seen. It was always there, but invisible to my eyes blinded by fear and pain and anger. What can I say... The opportunity to 'Look-Again // Choose-Again' with a guide that knows how to see the truth is ABSOLUTELY worth the time; in fact, time only exists to wait for us to choose to use it correctly! 15 years down, 25 to go over the next 6 months... The love was always there, right here, waiting to be chosen to be seen. It's true; it's all true! Comments[0] |
Tue, 17 March 2009 September 1981 - 1982 Some difficulty in posting this due to ---- well, I'm not sure. Certainly a relatively boring year compared to ones past, but as I move away from Diddikai and boatbuilding and decide to return to school I'm numb in some way. Astrology and Eckankar keep me busy as I begin my personal rebuilding in ways as of yet unclear... Comments[0] |
Mon, 9 March 2009 Year 13 Sept 1980 - Sept 1981 Well, back to Newport RI for a third time... Clearly not done yet. Pretty bruised-up that I failed, again, to make the cut into the ocean sailing/single-handed club. Even though my greatest comfort and ease of expression has always been found on a sailboat underway, it's not to be. On top of that, there was this 'strange' unspoken-about episode we both mutually agreed to forget that seems to have left me even more weird than the average bear, so to speak. So, back to what awaits us both; back to the unfinished lesson plans that have been on low simmer for 3 years just waiting for something to crank-up the heat. No problem; here, let me help! Comments[0] |
Mon, 9 March 2009 Remembering You Monday, March 9, 2009 Bristol, RI 5:17 AM Been up for a bit – drinking my coffee now. Giggling a bit… Started around 3:20-ish while I was becoming aware that it was going to rain and that I had put out Lynda’s trash last night and it’s uncovered so the bins will collect some water and the trash collectors may not want to pick up the rain heavy bins… Few options in this moment – which brings up the real point; ‘concern’ about what may happen stems from worry that I should not have left uncovered trash bins out that could collect rain water, and in this moment I should/could fret, worry, get upset. Notice the ‘need’ or at least the propensity to feel worried that ‘it should not be the way that it is’ and ‘something needs to be done.’ My attention turns to the awareness of my skin blemishes, my ‘therapeutic-wounds’ as I have chosen to think of them. Time to connect the dots… it’s all related, all symptoms of the same underlying error in cognition… I often awake in the earliest hours and sometimes, like this morning, I allow the presence to stay, and get up; but I usually drift back to sleep and dreamtime. But the rain kept me awake, aware that, shy of driving over to Tiverton to look in the garage for trash can lids, there wasn’t much I could do. But now I can’t sleep and the thought / suggestion that I be upset by the ‘fact’ that I cannot drift off to dreamland seems like an alien thought to me now… just give-in (damn it!) and get up. And I’m giggling at something. I think about a neighbor’s dog that visits on occasion and I think he’s a ‘wonderfully-goofy’ dog; you can tell just by the way he looks that he’s goofy. Makes me giggle a bit. Can’t sleep, can’t stop the rain, still got those skin blemishes that ‘if only I had health coverage I could get them looked at’ and suddenly I ‘see’ the inter-connected / inter-relatedness of it ALL. Some part of me is always on the lookout, always aware that at any moment ‘something’ could, in fact probably will ‘happen’ that will require a change of plan, a need to fix or correct, in order to be okay. As if I should proclaim: “It’s a good thing you’re on top of this” for otherwise I’d be… what? Ahh, yes, my old rhetorical buddy pipes up from within. “So, Willie, what’s afraid? Oh, yeah, and while you’re at it, once again – exactly what is it afraid of?????” ‘Can’t sleep – must be something wrong’ --- Really? ‘It’s raining out – you shouldn’t have put the trash out because the trash collectors won’t empty rained-in containers’ --- Well, we’ll see soon enough, and then we can deal with it in the moment. ‘Well, what about those skin ‘things’ that just won’t go away – huh?’ The last one gave it all away; the ‘Old Faithful’ of my current concerns, reliably there to be the cause of fear. Suddenly it’s as plain as the noonday hour on a cloudless day: ‘You better be concerned; you better be afraid!’ My dear, sweet human, I seem to almost always forget that you simply don’t know how to think about my truth without reverting to a fear-based scenario. After being ‘in the presence’ of something that simply cannot be understood, comprehended, ‘grokked’ - and then left to yourself – all you can do is be afraid until, until… what? My time with Dr John Mack and Roberta Colasanti during the days of PEER were all about holding a space for me, in my humanness, as I grappled with what Dr John lovingly referred to as ‘ontological shock’ as if they both were my mid-wife as I birthed this new, emerging me. And even though Johnny Mack is now off-stage, his pediatric care of me seems to be continuing from that near-by dimension as well as through my continued contact with Bobbie. That, combined with 24+ years working with the metaphysics of A Course in Miracles, allowed me to chuckle, to giggle this early morning. I am currently, as I write this, fully encased in complete knowing that the ‘more-than-human’ me poses a very real threat to my human. It doesn’t mean to, and in truth ‘it’ – my ‘more-than-human-Self’ means no harm to anything, in fact it’s appearing only because it has been invited. Ever since July 5, 1996 when I sent ‘that’ letter off to PEER I have been in ontological shock, and this morning, beginning around 3:33 AM it all fit into some form of higher sense. Looks as if my favorite rhetorical will soon be bidding me a found adieu, its gift nearly unfathomable. Chuckle, giggle – call it what you will; in this moment it all makes sense, perfect sense. Guess I better get ready to drive over to Lynda’s place and drain the rain from the trash cans… or not! [...this just in; trash collectors have no issue with rain-in-bins...] Category: Remembering You -- posted at: 6:50 AM Comments[3] |
Wed, 4 March 2009 It's been said in many ways - "Know Thy Self" -- "To thine own Self be true" -- "Heal thy Self" and so today let's remember this: "Striving plunges you into confusion as to who you really are and why you try so hard, for finding yourself is all that matters in the actuality of making." Your 'Original-Self' is your natural way of being, and allowing this original signature to surface is putting Self First so you can be Self-Full and then begin to leave well enough alone! Comments[0] |
Tue, 3 March 2009 You are in a trance. You are 'normal.' You are not yourself; yet, you are always accompanied by your Self. Today you can forget all you taught yourself - for one brief moment - and glimpse your Truth. Laughter is required, for it is the only remedy that can override the blush of realizing you believed it was all true... Comments[0] |
Sun, 1 March 2009 Year 12 Sept 1979 - Sept 1980 Back from Panama and doing the scene, Dinner Key / Coconut Grove and our extended community. Hiding in the mangroves from Hurricane David, chilling-out in altered states, magic mushrooms and OOBE's keep me wondering what's next. News that I've been accepted as a participant in the 1980 OSTAR means we need to get to England by mid-may and a lot has to happen. In all of our planning there will be no stopping the big-plan which will come and go in the fog off George's Banks early one foggy morning. Even though instantly forgotten for 11 years, it forms the trigger for what is to come... Comments[0] |
Sat, 28 February 2009 Sometimes it is as simple as asking: "What meaning shall I give to this?" This of course implies that there is someone/something to ask such a question to. All of our work now is on accessing / awakening the real you, the 'more-than-human' aspect of self that is just waiting to be invited to share the ride... So - when you are tempted to take that 'bad turn to the left' remember the following: 1) Refuse fear’s story of you (“See what you’ve done!”) – it comes to steal your identity. You are ‘cause’ and can never be defined by the effects of story unfolding. 2) Call upon Self rather than believing the surrounding circumstances can define your truth by causing you to be, to feel, to behave, etc. accordingly, when in fact these ‘special effects’ are only following subtle cues. 3) Stand apart from the circumstances - as they seem to appear - by realizing the surrounding effects can never define your truth; they can only show you what you believed (had been thinking…). 4) Call upon the ‘causal-aspect-of-self’ (mind) and choose not the circumstances as your defining truth. Comments[0] |




