On this day 12 months ago I came down from the Snowy Mountains after completing a 30 day water and juice fast. This was a little something I wrote that captured the essence of what I learned during that period. I thought I would post this in celebration of the anniversary.
To watch the 9 minute video I made of this event in my life click here.
Yesterday was a more melancholy day at camp for me. It was somewhat unexpected given the joy I have felt since embarking on my journey.
The weather was cold with a strong gusty wind blowing all day. Dank clouds rolled through the glade relentlessly and by late afternoon they opened up with a steady downpour that lasted most of the night. I wondered if the weather caused my mood or the mood my weather?
I spent most of the day in my tent, my home, trying to keep warm and reading. I think that sometimes I enjoy the melancholy feeling. After all in this universe of polarity it’s hard, perhaps even not meant to be, that we only feel one emotion.
This is natural I guess given that we live in a duality. We only know light because of the dark. We better appreciate love because of fear. So it is that joy becomes more intense, more appreciated because of melancholy. It’s about the flow of things I suppose. Given that we are electrical beings – a current or energy itself only flows when there is a disparity of charge between –ve & +ve polarity. So it is with emotions and the endocrine system in general. It requires flow to function properly.
I awoke this morning not really understanding this. It was damp and cold and the foggy haze of melancholia still clung to me as I rose. I stepped from my tent and washed my face, cleared the last of the fog from my mind and looked upon the day. The air was crisp and almost still. The escarpment directly in front of my tent was soaking up the first rays of the new day. Even though it would still be a good hour or so before those rays reached me I was awestruck by the beauty of it. My feelings were mirrored by the birds as soon myriads of them began singing and dancing upon the ground in front of my tent as joyfully they welcomed the brand new day. As I stood watching this with my hands on my heart the joy once again rose in me, like a snake climbing my spine, tingles filled me and I was forced to smile.
It was then that the knowing struck me. There will always be bad days, days when things don’t go as well as you may have hoped or expected. But as the dark helps us see the light, the bad days help us feel the joy. Everything is light, everything. So even in the dark of melancholia, we are really still in the light. And the light will always shine, bad days will always end, joy will always return.
As I have said many times, life is a sine wave. The challenge is acceptance and surrender, no matter which side of the slope you are on. All is light, all is love.
May it shine in you as it does in me, for we are one.
I am honoured that you have taken the time to read my words. Thank you.
Yours most humbly,
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:
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,
As always I ask the question – science fiction or science fact? You be the judge…..
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.
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.
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.
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.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading.
PS: Stay tuned over the next couple of weeks as I post some hidden gems from my journal, somewhere in Brett’s Future 🙂