Month: September 2016

The Fulcrum

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I recently read some of Walter Russell’s writings. In particular his book; The Secret of Light. Note that the following is my own interpretation of  this aspect of his book and is not meant as direct transcription. So if I understand him correctly, one of the many things that Walter Russell proposes in this book is:

  • Mother Earth is a radiant energy source, flowing outwards from the core, from her own singularity. Using light she expresses creativity and the sensation of motion (time) and division (outward fractalization).

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  • Father Sun is a gravatic (my word) energy source, flowing inwards towards its core, towards its own singularity. Using light to return to stillness and to cease all motion (including time), to multiply towards unity (inwards fractalization).

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All the universe (everything from sub atomic quanta to vast nebulae) is seeking balance between these two energy sources – radiant/gravatic, explosion/implosion, positive/negative.

The growth of a tree from the womb of Mother Gaia is an expression of radiant energy as the tree spirals outwards on a Fibonacci wave, seeking the perfection of Phi – seeking BALANCE, seeking to transmute its radiant energy drawn towards the gravatic energy of the Sun. Searching for the stillness of eternity but never quite finding it. Every bit of radiant growth of branch and leaf must be balanced by opposing gravatic growth of its root system. Its health, its longevity rests in finding the balance between the two. In the core of every tree is its fulcrum, the pivot point that helps it create balance between creativity and stillness; its connection to the Earth and its connection to the Sun.

It is no different for me I have discovered. Creativity, radiant energy, is not a permanent resource as it constantly seeks to transmute itself into gravatic energy. I sense that this is why we must sleep at night. The avatar that is our body can only utilise radiant energy for so long before it must find a way to transmute itself into gravatic energy and so it seeks stillness in sleep. But neither is stillness a permanent resource and so once more I awake to use my radiant energy of creativity.

What Walter Russell has taught me from this small snippet of his wisdom is that the secret to harmony, longevity and ultimately optimal life is no different to that of the tree. Seek out and find your own fulcrum, the balance between creativity and stillness, for there resides the meaning of life.

May the radiant energy of Mother Earth and the gravatic power of Father Sun guide you towards the discovery of your very own fulcrum.

Once more I feel blessed to have connected with you through this post.

With love from my fulcrum to yours,

Brett

As always I ask the question – science fiction or science fact? You be the judge…..

 

Above The Mud

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Last night I was considering that thing – the one so many of the great minds from a century ago were talking about before their ideas were suppressed. Minds like Tesla, Russell, Reich, Keely et al.

Nowadays people call it things like synchronicity, providence, divine intervention or the law of attraction. I like to think of it in the same terms as Keely – Sympathetic Vibration.

Some time ago I wrote a series of posts entitled “The Story of Matter”  (the series starts here) in an attempt to somehow explain the unity of everything in at least a semi-scientific way. In one of those posts I provided the analogy of the Plank Spherical Unit (PSU), the smallest thing measurable to man. In that post I postulate that the whole universe is completely filled with these PSU’s. So much so that you could say that we are everyday walking around in a PSU soup. In fact we are all actually ingredients in this soup only most of us don’t know it as it exists at a quanta below our level of sensory perception.

So as a result of reconsidering this soup analogy last night I had this vision. My vision was that all humanity was floating in a thick brown sludge, like muddy quicksand. If you thrashed against the mud you sank quickly. If you remained still you stayed afloat for longer, years, decades even.

In my vision however, the knowing told me that I should thrash in a rhythmic way, in a way that caused synchronous ripples in the muddy sludge just like a stone dropped into a lake. It then told me that if I directed those synchronous ripples towards another person within this muddy sea of humanity those ripples would have the effect of raising that person up slightly out of the mud.

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In my vision I saw the sea of humanity finally understand this as each and every one of us sought to direct ripples of support to our neighbours as they also did for me. Suddenly the process became effortless and I found myself more buoyant. Every time I felt I was about to sink again more ripples would strike and support me. I eagerly sent out ripple to support others. Before long we began to rise up out of the mud, no longer at risk of drowning in it. We were actually, through working together, our unity, our sympathetic vibrations of ripples in the mud raising up humanity to another plane of existence. Above the mud, in a less dense environment where freedom of movement became easy and fear of drowning became a thing of the past.

I feel that at a human level, as we float around in our PSU soup, that this is what those brilliant men discovered when they discovered the universal law of sympathetic vibration. That vibration, the one that causes synchronous ripples in our universe, I have discovered, as many others have as well, is achieved via the emotions of love and gratitude. These two things tune in best to the natural rhythmic vibration of all that there is. For love and gratitude are the fuel for the Rhythmic Balanced Interchange of life force that flows through the universe.

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The acceptance of love back in return converts that love into gratitude and thereby sets up the condition to produce/respond once again with the emotion of love.

The giving and receiving of love, re-energized by gratitude is the Rhythmic Balanced Interchange the universe is constantly trying to achieve.

So it’s my turn to send some ripples of buoyancy your way. Please accept my loving gratitude, it is yours, always and forever. May it help you rise above the mud.

Namaste,

Brett

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Silent Glade/Whispering Wind

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And so another chapter of my life ends. With the completion of this not so journally journal. The pages lasted from 31st July 2015 to early September 2016. A full 401 days of random thoughts, momentous realisations, garbage, silence, doodles, quotes, sketches, poetry, creative writing, pleas for help, deep deep empathic love and a bunch of other shit.

It almost seems profound that the only pen I could find tonight was this red one. Red, the colour of blood, the colour of the heart, the colour of the root chakra. The colour of many sunsets I’ve watched while writing in this book. Those sunsets are always tinged with clouds and made more beautiful as a result.

I sit here at the Capricorn Caves campground just north of Rockhampton on a perfectly still night. The crescent moon has just set in glorious radiance leaving me here , alone with nothing but these last two pages in my book and a blood red pen.

It is so still tonight. It’s as if the trees surrounding the glade have spread their protective branches to enclose me in their loving embrace. Only the crickets, frogs and owls can be heard. All else is silence. It’s exhilarating!

Now, where was I? Sorry, I got lost in the moment. It is now day 402 of my nomad wanderings. Once again I am in the company of the crescent moon. I sit on the beach at 1770, a little seaside hamlet north of Bundaberg. A swirling sea breeze is blowing providing a dance on the calm sea as it shimmers in the moonlight. Occasionally thick clouds float by and cast the sea into darkness leaving sound my only clues to the secrets it is trying to tell me.

There is only one answer that can satisfy the whispers of the breeze as it swirls around my face.

“We are one, you and I” the breeze assures me as it whispers in my ear.

“Although you may perceive me as only air, you would be mistaken. You see I am so much more than that. I am pure energy manifest! I am pure energy on a journey from here to there, giving and receiving freely, seeking sympathetic vibration with all the energy I encounter on my journey. I skim across sand and water and rock, grass and trees. I touch them all, I give them my energy freely and they respond, in their own way, naturally. And we bond, all of the energetic entities and myself, we bond and all is as it should be. Then I move on, riding the currents of tachyons elsewhere. You see, we are not so very different, you and I. Thank you for letting me bond with you. Onward I go!”

With that the breeze dies down, a wisp across my cheek like the soft fingers of a friend saying farewell. A final toss of my hair and it was gone. The air was still.

I sat there for a long moment as the clouds parted and the moon lit up the sea once more. I took a deep breath and smiled at the wonder of the universe. What a place we live in hey? The only problem I have now is that I need a new notepad as this is the end of this one.

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Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading.

Much Love,

Brett

 

PS: Stay tuned over the next couple of weeks as I post some hidden gems from my journal, somewhere in Brett’s Future 🙂