Consciousness

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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Awaken

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A spluttering cough escapes my lips. The heavy throb of my blood coursing back and forth through my skull is matched by the smashing of breakers against the rocks near where I lay. Kaboom……..splash, my head pounds in agony. Despite the protests I force my body to climb further up the beach, away, away from the dark sea, away from the pain and bitter loneliness. Every inch I gain lightens my burden, eases my dis-ease. At the border where sand meets forest I drag my body to lie at the base of a palm, barely within the sanctuary of the verdant forest blanket. Exhausted, I sleep…………….

 

My body no longer exists, it is left behind to recuperate. As pure consciousness I simultaneously exist and no longer exist. I am aware of my existence as I float weightlessly, therefore I exist. However, I am also at once one with everything, no longer a mere fractal, but whole and as such I no longer exist. Rather then allow the perceived duality to concern me, intuitively I allow myself to surrender to it. I am simply the entity.

Immediately I sense the entity begin to pulsate and vibrate as though it had been fractured into tiny pixels. The pixels each began to pulse and vibrate to their own rhythm. A verse sings me back to consciousness.

 

Awaken young warrior, harken to me

We have plans to make & people to see.

Awaken Earth soldier, listen with care

We need to lead by example, hope we must share

Remember your purpose, to paint the future in love

Paint the ground and all life, even the stars up above

 

The rhythm of the verse gently lifts my spirit and rouses my body from slumber. The density of the dark sea has dissipated, a new energy has emerged, lighter, more vibrant…..more real. I lay still, soaking up this energy, it flows to me, through me, from the ground, from the tree I lean against, from the air I breath. I open my eyes and soak in additional golden rays of energy from the sun above. My whole being is transformed and filled with love. The verse repeats itself again and I whisper it softly to myself…….

awaken young warrior……..awaken young warrior……..awaken young warrior……..

I remember now what I had once forgotten. There is purpose in my journey, purpose in my soul. Time to rise, time to move forward, time to paint this reality with love. Time to absorb the unfathomable beauty of it all with gratitude. Time to push back the fear, reject the illusion of separation and manifest magic.

Time to hit the road once more.

Come and join me, paint some love of your own today.

 

In Lak’ech Ala K’in,

Brett

 

 

 

 

The Pain of Separation

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I recline back in my sun lounge at the camping ground to look up at the stars above. My goal is to surrender, to let go of my earthly body.

I realise that to do so requires not thinking but feeling. I must get out of my mind and feel with my entire body.

I allow my mind one last thought, an instruction if you will. It is the vestiges of my Ego, in its fear, trying to maintain control, trying to avoid the unknown, for fear lies in the unknown, or so it thinks.

My mind issues this simple but profound instruction:

“Be Everything!”

It was then that the “knowing” struck me. The knowing told me this:

“All pain is caused by separation.”

My mind/Ego in its desperate attempt to avoid pain issued the only instruction it could think of that could successfully do this – Be Everything.

For if in my surrender and letting go I become everything, I have nothing to fear for there is nothing that is not me. I need not fear the sensation of separation nor the sensation of competition.

If I am everything, no-one is withholding their loving energy from me nor is anyone attempting to steal my loving energy from me. When I “Be Everything” I am whole, complete. I am the loved, the lover, the giver and the receiver.

My mind/Ego in its attempt to avoid pain has given me the answer. Oneness, unity, singularity – this is the secret to avoiding all pain.

I lay back in my chair and let my body go numb as it expands photon by photon to fulfill the last instruction it received.

The only sensation left to feel is LOVE.

 

 

Once more I am humbled by our connection. Thank you for reading.

 

In Lak’ech Ala K’in,

Brett

The Dark Sea

stormy_sea_croppedI open my eyes and all around me is darkness. Darkness and silence. A shiver runs up my spine.

My sense of smell is assaulted by an acrid burnt sensation that stings my nose and the back of my throat. I gag slightly.

However, after a brief moment even that sense is deprived me as the smell becomes normalised and I no longer notice it. Have you ever experienced that sensation? You notice a foul smell but after a while the smell seems to go away, although deep down you know it hasn’t really gone away, it’s just that your brain no longer pays attention to it. The smell becomes ‘normal’ and as such seemingly disappears.

I think these thoughts as the acrid burnt smell likewise disappears leaving me with nothing. All is dark and silent and another thought occurs to me.

What if my inability to see or hear are also simply a result of my brain normalising my surroundings. My brain pays no more attention to the foul smelling air, is it similarly paying no more attention to visible light or to audible sound?

Perhaps the sights and the sounds of my surroundings are just as noxious to my brain as the foul smelling air, so my brain has decided to ignore them, to blank them out. So now I am left with nothing, assuming that one can call a black, silent void nothing.

It was then that I realised that the demon had returned. I took a deep haggard breath and screamed as loudly and as violently as I could trying with my voice to tear asunder the fabric of the darkness. But my screams fell upon deaf ears. Darkness, silence, void. That was now my reality.

I flayed my arms and legs about like a palsied marionette. The darkness grew seemingly heavier, as if it was trying to hold me tighter in its grip, refusing to relinquish its power over me. So tight was its grip that it felt like I was suspended in thick tar. My flaying body grew exhausted and my mind in an attempt to ‘normalise’ my environment, or perhaps to ‘anaesthetize’ my pain put me to sleep.

Minutes, hours, days, weeks went by as I lay trapped and asleep within the black tar. Any moments of wakefulness seemed as if a dream. But not a lucid dream which I could exhibit some form of control. No, the dreams were such where the exact opposite was true. Instinctively my brain convinced me within the dream that I had absolutely no control. So it was that the moments of wakefulness seemed as if I had simply floated to the surface of the deep dark sea. But always the surface of the dark waters pitched and rolled with menacing violence.

I soon learned to shun those wakeful moments. The pain, the violence, the fear were all too much for my sensory deprived body to bare. In those moments I begged my brain to return me to sleep, to the sweet oblivion of nothingness. Fortunately my brain was only too happy to oblige. The void became my universe.

Weeks turned into months, but time meant nothing within the darkness and silence. In earlier times this would have driven me to even deeper panic and despair. But having swam these waters before I could sense their familiarity. A kernel of truth stayed with me during this time. Once more I kicked towards the surface of the dark waters. Once more I was assailed by violence. But this time I let it be, I accepted the dark lashes of the wind and the rain as the waves of darkness tried once more to force me under. I surrendered to them and once I did I felt an immediate weakening of their powers.

That kernel of truth reminded me that the torrent that assailed me was also transporting me. The void was not a void at all. It was a vessel and I was its passenger and together we journeyed until my journey was complete. I began to relax even further. Even though the darkness still prevailed I knew that it would not do so forever, I just had to be patient.

I wonder now as I continue to float in the darkness what I will discover when this phase of my journey is concluded. Patience can be a difficult thing I remind myself. I only hope that the ones I love throughout the universe of my consciousness also find patience for me in their hearts.

The first rays of a new dawn are beginning to glow above the horizon. I sense, even though I can not yet see it, that a welcoming shoreline awaits for me. I sense that soon the radiance of a new day will shine forth as I reach this shore. I wonder who will be waiting for me. I hope you are, I do so miss your smiling face and your shining eyes.

With the deepest of love for anyone who struggles with depression, anxiety or bi-polar; you have my heart.

Brett

The TIME is NOW

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Time passes us by and in the blink of an eye the years roll on, they sure do fly.

 

And in our minds lay trapped the dreams of yesterday.

And in our hearts lay trapped the fears for tomorrow.

And in our bodies lay trapped the poisons of today.

 

We dream of our glorious past, of our youth, our innocence, our freedom; a dream we think is all but gone.

We’re haunted by our fearful future, of war and hatred and violence and pain; a dream we think is all too real.

 

“Wake up, wake up!” I shout it loud.

“Sleep no more, stand up, be proud!”

 

We are not the dreamers we think we are, we are humanity, we are real and we’ve come so far.

Too far to let it all go to waste as we believe the lies we are fed in our haste.

Our haste is the problem don’t you see. We’re distracted, confused, blinded in our misery.

Disease increases every year. Unhappiness rises with every tear.

We drink the cool aid poison that is really just fear.

And to our captors we ironically give cheer.

 

Our lives are deluded when love is excluded. Don’t you see what they’re trying to do?

 

“Wake up, wake up!” I shout it loud.

“Sleep no more, stand up, be proud!”

 

Sleep no more, cast false dreams aside. Our future can be beautiful if in our hearts we abide.

 

Can’t you see the lies you’ve been told, all designed to fill you with fear?

A false flag driven manufactured enemy. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you shout out your hatred of those you think are the enemy. Their lie has worked.

A debt riddled slave economy. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you give of yourself 9 to 5 to serve your master spending so little time serving yourself and those you love. Their lie has worked.

A disease generating ‘health’ system. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you pop your pills for the invented disease and you inject yourself to try to live. Their lie has worked.

A nanny state ‘protection’ system. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you pass ‘big brother’ camera after camera walking along. We allow it for fear that something may go wrong. Their lie has worked.

A mind controlling mass media system. The fear of this strips you of freedom as you want and need what they sell to you, that item you must have just in order to feel (normal, sane, satisfied, justified, like you fit in, like you’re alive). They tell you what they want you to hear and like an inanimate sponge you soak it up. Their lie has worked.

 

“Wake up, wake up!” I shout it loud.

“Sleep no more, stand up, be proud!”

 

We have the chance to change these things. We have the chance to truly be free. Reject the lies, just wake up and see that we are one, we are humanity.

 

A beautiful future is waiting ahead. You need courage to realize the lies being fed. Stop feeding on fear and step into the light. Reclaim your freedom for it is your right.

 

Time passes us by and in the blink of an eye the years roll on, they sure do fly.

 

As we begin to awaken to the real world outside we realize the truth within.

 

Our dreams of yesterday can be wonderful memories, the foundations of who we are.

Our dreams of the future can be exciting and inspiring filled with the wonders of who’ll we’ll become.

 

It is in our waking moments of this time we are in now, the present, our rock of true reality, where the answer does lay. It is in this moment of here and now where there is only this question to ask.

“Will you live in this moment right here, right now, with fear in your heart? Or will you wake up, shout it loud, and announce to the world that you live in LOVE?”

 

Choose wisely, your future depends on it.

 

We are one, we must never forget that,

Brett

 

NB – I choose LOVE!

Introducing the Soul Sage

Do you believe in reincarnation?

Do you think perhaps you have met someone in your life who has walked this planet before?

Perhaps to you they were a guide or a teacher or simply a helping hand at a time you needed one.

Perhaps you have met these people at regular intervals during your life. Maybe you instantly recognized them for what they offered you, for the lesson they taught. Maybe you recognized them only well after they had come and gone from your life, but look back now and realize the gift they offered. Maybe you have never recognized them at all.

I have met one such soul, one of many that I have encountered on my journeys.

I call him the Soul Sage. He has walked this 3rd dimensional plane many times before, despite the pain that it causes him.

I am honoured that the Soul Sage has agreed to share, through poetry some of his travels.

It began with his birth. Click to read……….

Humanity’s Poet

His name is Jamie Dunmore, his call for humanity is an astoundingly provocative and ultimately beautiful piece of spoken word poetry. Please, if you have 6 minutes, let’s just think about what he’s got to say. I know I certainly am as I post this to you now. Why not join me, because it all starts from there. Our thoughts are the catalyst to a new reality. Let’s give it some thought.