Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Miracle # 4: Klein Lake: Being the GodSelf...
Miracle 4./ Klein Lake: Being The GodSelf
Welcome back readers, thus far we have seen the miraculous act out the role of GodSelf saviour. In this, the last installment, of “Tripping" over God, we look at the miracle of GodSelf being. Although a great many blessings have been bestowed upon me in this life, nothing compares to the experience I am about to impart. There have been occasions where I have penned abridged versions of this story; however, I have never sat down to comprehensively depict this most amazing event of enlightenment. This tale, my dear readers, I write for myself, but you are most welcome to join. Let us begin to unravel the events which lead up to the story of Klein Lake.
To preface this story we can utilise all three previous miracles as benchmarks toward the one lifelong goal of discovering the path of unconditional love. I mentioned earlier, I was given up for foster care early in my life. The story reads like something out of a Shakespearean tragedy. My father, a young and unbridled teenager from a wealthy family, wooed my mother, of significantly lesser means. Both were wild youth, carefree and fun loving. I came along unexpectedly, at a most inopportune time. As I understand, they both tried to cope as best they could. My father ended up in prison for theft, leaving my mother to bear the load alone. Things went from bad to worse; some unseen force seemed to be pushing my mother toward a nervous breakdown. Thousand of miles from home, alone, in a strange city, she unlocked the door to our small flat, confident in her ability to determine a future free of pain. She had hatched a plan to free herself from the desperation she constantly felt. Her resolve had finally cemented, filling a hot bath, tranquility flooded her mind. She swaddled me in blankets neatly on the bathroom floor, and then immersed her young body into the warm water. The tiny bathroom was eerily quiet as she proceeded to deeply slice both her wrists with a razor blade. Fading out of consciousness, her last touch with reality was the siren of her now abandoned baby saving her life. I was a little more than a year old, but I guess I sensed something amiss. As the story was later described to me, I wailed relentlessly until the neighbor responded to the commotion. An ambulance was called, my mother placed in the hospital, I was whisked away by family services. Custody was revoked by the authorities who later assessed my grand parents, on my father’s side, as potential caregivers. Initial arrangements for me to be cared for by my grandparents were soon altered because “they felt too old to start again."
I became a permanent ward of the province of Ontario shortly before my second birthday. Over the next three years I was shuffled to a variety of foster homes. My last foster parents kept me for a year and a half before deciding on a move to another province, Quebec. The law would not allow me to be moved out of Ontario provincial jurisdiction. I was left behind, shuffled off to other foster arrangements. My foster mother would not accept the regulations, she continually pressed for me to be reunited with their family. Mostly due to my horribly unruly behaviour, the province relented, allowing me special order dispensation to move and be cared for, in Quebec. This little order meant I finally had a real family; nevertheless, a happy ending was not to be scripted. I always demanded more love and attention than my three other siblings. My parents did not have it in them to even come close to meeting my needs. I grew up resenting the lack of love; this caused me to distance myself from the family in many ways, none of which benefited either my personality or sense of self worth. The underpinning of my psyche established, emphatically; I was worthless, a bad boy, not deserving of love. Over the years these thoughts, feelings and emotions caused many dastardly personality traits to manifest. In effect, I created for myself a reality which mirrored the inner ugliness I felt. By the time I was 18, I truly was a self absorbed asshole. If you stood tall, I had to be taller, if you shared a fact I had to share ten. If I knew more, experienced more, owned more, was more, and then maybe you would love me. I had one close friend who understood me and actually liked me around, many who just put up with my antics and most who preferred to be anywhere I was not. It was tiring to be around me, I knew this, because I didn't like being around me either.
College was just around the corner, I looked deep in my heart deciding to forge a new future. No one would know me, I would never return home, but for brief visits. I could recreate who I was. I could make a new Christopher, someone I could be proud of, someone people would deem worthy of love and respect. No gain was made in the first year; I was too busy with work and school to enjoy a social life. The few people I met found before them a babbling braggart who didn't know shit from Shinola. It was not until I experience the first miracle of rebirth that I charted, in earnest my course. I had found a few clues to my quest for love in the bible. It appeared to me, if you only read the words of Jesus, you had a chance at grasping some of the gnosis within. I outlined my goal in the summer of 1980. I would dedicate my life to discover what love means, moreover, how to share and receive love. Having always been a stickler for planning, I found a pen and paper. I made three lists; one was a compilation of words which to me defined love. The second was a list of actions which I felt would represent me giving people love. The third and final list was a rule book, the sins I would be determined to resolve. I can't remember what the lists entailed, but I do remember the first three rules in order were; no bragging, no lying, no stealing, basically all of my most precious assets at that time.
In addition to my lists and rules, I fed on literature, first world religions, then philosophy, finally shamanic traditions, ancient spiritual texts and hard science, mostly courtesy of You Tube. Slowly my life changed, the phoenix did rise out of the ashes, but not without dedicated fortitude. Constantly, I would evaluate my personality, fettering out the nasties as they resurfaced. Each year, I would ask myself what don't I know about love, what is missing. The search for love became a thirst which could not be sated. How many times I thought I was going mad, would never find the answers, never know the feelings I had known born anew at the tender age of 19. How cruel life can be, to open a door so beautiful, then slam it shut. To taste the freedom of real love, only to have it disappear like etchings, suffering under relentless waves.
When I turned 40, I was resigned to accepting the fact I would never find unconditional love. More than two decades removed from that fateful day, each moment still as clear in my mind as a glacial lake. What mists of illusion occupy my mind, keeping me from clarity? I had learned much, I knew love must be a function of unity. Creating a singular from the illusion of separation, I knew it was the embracing of unity which would allow love to be unconditional. I understood that all moments are perfect, no good nor bad, only light dancing with light. My world was not a physical construct, rather it was a reflection of light, perceived by the retina and given form by consciousness. Myself I knew as God, experiencing being eternally in the NOW moment.
My ego was monitored by my observer, assuring my path leads to projecting love in favour of releasing fear. Most importantly, the three previous miracles of my life were in perspective. I knew, in each case, it was my GodSelf which carried the burden, not a third party God of which I am now convinced does not exist. Alas, all the knowing in the world did not give me the feeling I yearned for most. Deep in my heart, I knew I would have to accept the journey contained too many steps to travel in this life. I was content in what I had learned; peaceful in knowing how to see beyond illusion, dance with ego, live a good life and awaken my GodSelf within. Little did I know, Klein Lake would soon give me all the gifts I desired and so very much more.
I know you have endured a long preface to this story. However allow me to say, this is a very special miracle I am about to recount. The entire story hinges on two key issues. Why did finding love become a life obsession? For this we needed to reach far back to the past, referencing both my childhood and the miracle of being born anew. What led to my ability to grasp the holy grail of unconditional love? Each of the three miracles played a key role: whereas the GodSelf healed me in the first story, carried me in the second, and demanded a new reality in the third. Without the first GodSelf miracle, the hunger to find that loving feeling again, would not have existed. Without the second GodSelf miracle, I would not be alive to write this tale. Without the third, I would not have understood, with my heart, my true being to be GodSelf consciousness. In reality everything you have read thus far, though appearing as four separate events, are truly only ONE. How ironic it is that a metaphor of unity, juxtaposed to separation should play itself out in this tale. It was the discovery of unity which allowed me to become the God I Am, equal in every way, to The God You Are. Without further ado, may I present for your reading enjoyment, the unabridged version of Klein Lake.Our story begins with don Juan Matues, a Yaqui "brujo" or shaman. Don Juan takes on the challenge of teaching Carlos Castenada, a U.C.L.A. graduate student in Anthropology, the "Yaqui way of knowledge". The Yaqui warrior path, don Juan explains, allows one to comprehend all nature to be an embodiment of spirit. He teaches Carlos, that his attachment to the material world of illusion keeps him from being able to discover the many alternate planes of existence which exist. In order for Carlos to transcend this state of ignorance, he must manifest in his life, the heart of a Yaqui warrior. Don Juan teaches Carlos the warrior’s path to truth can only be found with the guidance of a spirit ally. He describes to Carlos how the spirit of the peyote plant spoke to him in a vision. Don Juan further mentions, the Mescalito spirit instructed him to accept Carlos as an apprentice, guiding him down the Yaqui warrior path of enlightenment. Carlos learns from the master shaman, how each person enjoys a synchronism with a specific mineral, plant and animal totem. These special Totems act as guides to the spiritual world of alternate realities. The Yaqui warrior learns, from repeated discovery, how to align with his Totem spirit. When this connection is forged, the doors of spiritual truth begin to open. Carlos's plant ally, don Juan suggests, is the Mescalito spirit of peyote. Carlos, if he chose the path of warrior, would need to become well acquainted with his spirit brother.
Another beautiful lesson Don Juan taught Carlos was how the Yaqui warrior manifested his reality. My most favored example is the story of how a warrior creates rain. Carlos had the impression rain makers used a special ritual to entice the gods to bring forth rain. One day Carlos inquired of don Juan how the process actually worked. Don Juan explains; the warrior does not bring the rain he becomes the rain. There is a ritual of sorts; however, it is the creation of an emotional connection to rain that causes the physical to manifest. Don Juan went on to describe that the warrior focuses his mind on the feelings of rain. Whereby, he creates in his heart the characteristics of rain; the warrior smells the fresh fragrance waft across his nostrils. The cool sensation of droplets falling on his skin is felt. The warrior hears, with his heart, the steady melody of rain orchestrate, for all life, a rhythmically satisfying beat. Deep in the meditative mind of the warrior he becomes rain. The focused purity of the warrior’s intention controls the universe. In real time, emotion becomes manifest.
In reading the lessons taught by Don Juan Mateus, I gained a clearer perspective on the GodSelf miraculous experiences of my past. When travelling down the spiritual path, the universe has a way of carrying you on its wings. Just when you think you hit a dead end, a special book falls from the ether, opening new doors. We must first incorporate one lesson, before the universe can present another. The patient warrior is always rewarded with the necessary knowledge to man up to the next level. Every step on the journey, our higher self is creating the perfect reality required to spiritually evolve. So that we may better understand the journey as it unfolds, it is incumbent upon us to decipher the lessons being taught. How apropos it was, to find myself in front of a wall so great, I could not fathom a path around. Then, to have the universe present three special books from a master Shaman, which would afford passage to a reality I had convinced myself would never materialise.The Plan:
Invigorated with these jewels of newly found knowledge, I began charting a course to follow the advice of master Don Juan. My darling wife, Amanda, was responsible for introducing Don Juan to me. We had talked a great deal about his teachings looking for ways we could apply his wisdom. We both agreed mushrooms would be my best chance at finding truth within. The setting we thought should include easy access to; water, minerals, soil, fire and trees. My plan was to find a beautiful campsite near water, when the feeling was right, I would try to discover my spirit Totem. Preparations would have to be made. I set aside one month so that I might assemble in my mind an emotional connection to the information I intended to draw from within. I had decided my first experiment would include the B.C. coastal mushroom Psilocybe Cubensis. Having had a long relationship with this beauty, I knew it would not be difficult to forge in my mind a concept of her as my spirit guide. The second phase of intent I would direct toward establishing, in my heart, emotions of unconditional love. Continually, I would recreate, in my heart and mind, the born anew experience I had at 19. I remained steadfast in encouraging, as often as possible, those beautiful emotions of unconditional love to course through me for thirty days. Hopefully, this wave of love energy would allow me to commune with my spirit Totem. I was very excited about this plan, especially because, if it failed to work, I could always keep up the search for my true plant Totem. I knew she existed; it was only a matter of time before we would meet. The third and final part of the plan was, in my opinion, the most important. I intended to establish in my heart complete freedom from outcome. Don Juan was extremely clear in teaching Carlos that he must never attach himself to desired outcome. If any aspect of desire was present in his heart, the universe would reflect continued desire as the manifest reality of his NOW moment. One must not desire rain; rather one must know oneself as rain. To help detach from desire, I thought of this entheogenic experiment in terms of a fishing trip. When fishing, I couldn't care less if I catch a fish. Just getting my line in the water and enjoying the gifts of nature is enough. Also, if I couldn't find my spirit Totem on this space journey, then trying again would not be an unpleasant experience. The important thing, I kept telling myself, is the path. Fresh before me was a road to my inner Akasha records. For many years I had read about this bastion of infinite knowledge. Now was the time to leave books behind, in favour of travelling to my inner GodSelf. With thanks to Don Juan, I had an opportunity to find a guide I knew would be worthy of my trust. My meditation remained focused all month on "knowing" myself as a unified being of unconditional love. The last few days prior the the Klein Lake weekend, I really hit the ball out of the park. The weeks of constant mental preparation had payed off, I felt very much immersed in love. I hadn't just created a wave; it seemed more like a tidal wave. Everywhere I looked love was present; the trees, ocean, sky, my lovely wife. I knew something special was afoot; I was more than ready for a new adventure. Amanda and I had planned to enjoy a four day long weekend on the Sunshine Coast of British Columbia. The morning of our departure had finally arrived. Our old Toyota Celica, laden with camping gear, looked like a donkey suffering under a camel's load. Slipping into the bucket seat; coffee mug steaming, a few pre rolled fatties at the ready, great music, shining sun, and love in the air, what could be better. Yahoo let the journey begin!Vancouver is a beautiful city, but in my mind, its splendor can never compare to the awesome coastal environment in which it is nestled. Winding our way up the Rocky Mountains on the famous Trans Canada highway, massive conifers frame the newly revealed Pacific Ocean. Diamonds dance on her surface below, a mishmash of pleasure craft and ocean going vessels freckle the deep blue, sparkling background. Arriving at the Horseshoe Bay terminus, we are shuffled in line to await the Sunshine Coast ferry. There always seems to be an edge of anticipation when awaiting departure for holidays. A lot like waiting in the boarding area for a flight. One can't help but reflect upon the pleasures which wait. Even stronger for me, is the feeling of newness coupled with the exhilaration of stepping out of the box we call routine. Having boarded the ferry, Amanda and I made our way to the top deck. We were officially on holiday, the last vestiges of city life swept into the background, like little islands dotting a coast, present but mostly indiscernible. Shortly after two o'clock, the procession of disembarkment commenced. I have always found official order tedious, if not nauseating, it was very much a pleasure to finally be free. After careful consideration of the map at hand, we decided to drive to the north end of the Sunshine coast. Our goal was to find a nice spot for our tent, either on the ocean, or by a lake. By all reckoning, it would take about 6 hours to reach our destination. We would need a little luck to find the perfect site prior to sunset.
The Sunshine coast was every bit the jewel purported in the glossy brochures pasted on the websites we had browsed. Coastal people move about at a significantly slower pace than us city dwellers. Passing through the many quaint little hamlets speckling the countryside brought back pleasant reminders of how life can be simplified. We reached the region of our destination shortly after the sun had set. Having filled our tank at a local station, we probed the clerk about our options for free camping. "No free camping is available on the ocean" we were flatly told. However, the clerk suggested, "there is this nice quiet little lake a few clicks down the road which might just fit the bill. It has about 15 free sites, no electricity, but it does have two outhouses. Every site has water and a solid pick-nick table". The directions seemed simple, drive back south about 10K, keep an eye out for a camping sign which reads Klein lake.
Without too much trouble, we found ourselves driving up the service road to Klein Lake. Gravel, crunching under the tires, punctured the still night air. "Look there, on our right, we are finally here". The velvety dark surface of the lake intermittently peeked through gaps in the trees. Perfectly manicured camp sites began littering the service road on left and right. Traces of a few camps barren of residents could be seen. Surprisingly, not a fire burned, it seemed the lake was ours for the night. We inspected the camping area on foot, quickly discovering a beautiful spot right on the lake. Under the glare of headlights, camp was quickly established. Camping never really begins until the evening fire has boiled the first pot of tea. My eyes focused on the tiny bubbles speedily rising to the surface. Two round perforated sacs danced, the aroma of tea wafted from the pot offered a pleasant backdrop to the heavy cedar scented logs. Looking up, I took in the grandeur of Klein lake. The moon, shimmering on its glassy surface, offered just enough light, for nature to etch a mosaic of trees mirroring the still forest, stately resting above her shores. Night fauna remained silent, not a whisper could be heard, no buzzing mosquitoes nor cicadas pounding out their nightly beat. Even the crickets seemed to have preferred the night off. Hot tea steamed from the freshly poured cups, warming our hands and belly alike, tranquility at last. Enjoying a few puffs, my wife and I spent the evening chatting about the days events, reveling in our good fortune. We must have turned in late, the cool night air had already formed a misty layer of condensation on the outer tent walls.
Every seasoned camper can relate to having the damp chill of forest air for an alarm clock. This was how we too were greeted by this very special day. Rising from slumber, I unzipped the tent door to investigate the site we had selected. The lake had a light mist slowly rising from it's surface. The site appeared nestled in a little cove abutting the lake. Formidable trees encircled the site, spreading great roots to and fro. This was exciting; from first glance, it appeared we had found the perfect site. Like a child Christmas morning, I desperately wanted to wake my sleeping wife. She looked beautiful, tranquil and cozy under the blankets. I quietly dressed to greet the day, leaving Amanda to her peaceful state. Having the chance to purvey our surroundings proper, I was left in breathless awe of nature's wonder. Drawn like a moth to a candle, I found myself standing before the tiny lake, transfixed in its beauty. Dark, glassy patches peeked from beneath morning mist. Little water striders skated across the stillness, relentlessly tracking breakfast. The forest, slowly came to life, as a fresh mix of cedar dominated fragrances, invigorating the senses of all fortunate visitors. Chirps, peeps and short melodies from early risers, mingled with the intermittent light buzz of their soon to be flying breakfast entrees. The rising sun cast a soft yellowish hue, bathing warmth into this Godly ecosystem of love. Meditating at waters edge, before me this breathless gift of Gods expression, allowed me to crystalise in my heart, the feelings of unity and unconditional love I had been seeking to manifest all month.
Reluctantly, I left the tranquility of the lakeside so that I might tend to our morning fire. Amanda woke shortly before morning tea could be served. We enjoyed a light breakfast, and then went for a little walk to discover our surroundings. Every campsite was beautiful in it's own way, but none could compare with our little nest. The day passed uneventfully, we took a quick trip to the marina for supplies. I tried my hand at fishing for a bit. Mostly, we lounged around like iguanas, basking in our surroundings, not a care in the world. Before long, I could see the sun uneventfully dip behind the tree line. No big light show to say neither farewell, nor streaks of red painted on a still dark canvass. Just, a quiet dignified goodnight. The fire was just beginning to adopt its evening halo. It was nearly time to don our space suits for the journey to another world. Excited anticipation filled the night air. Plump Smokies, sizzled on the black grill, oozing juices tantalised our waiting bellies with a delicious aroma. There exists a magical quality about camp food. Smokies, barely making the grade at home, become a gastronomical delight when camping. Amanda and I had both planned on eating our shrooms stuffed between bun and dog. Anyone who has eaten magic mushrooms knows great consideration is needed to determine a methodology for stomaching the vile taste. Over the years, I had used a wide variety of different mixes; chocolate is the best by far. The dosage I usually take is about 2-3 grams, more than enough to wildly hallucinate for eight hours. Most the time, when taking mushrooms, I like to drop a hit or two LSD as well. This trip, however, was to be organic, strictly dedicated to the little lady Cubensis. Amanda carefully placed her usual amount, 2 grams or so, into her Smokey. We had used these same mushrooms many times in the past. In fact, as I write this blog many years later, there still exists, carefully tucked away in a mason jar, about 20 grams from the original quarter pound bag. I had planned on taking 5-7 grams for this adventure. I had never taken that many mushrooms at once. Nonetheless, I was dedicated to travelling deep into my mental galaxy, the added fuel for the space ship would be essential.
Prior to recounting this tale, I would like to better introduce my darling wife. This October 31st will mark our twelfth year together. We met at a local legion; Amanda inadvertently interrupted a snooker match, asking to join in. Our first proper date was to get smashed on extacy prior to attending a Halloween party. The house was small, cramped and poorly ventilated. Costumed attendees of all sorts, paraded around in liquor or drug induced state, ranging from perky to comatose. Music pounded out a rave beat, which only slightly overpowered the din of party revelers. It was impossible to hear one think, let alone carry a conversation. Amanda and I made our way to a friends Chevy van so that we might be alone. Extacy is probably the best drug in the world for a first date. The primary ingredient is MDMA, which acts to produce high levels of serotonin in the brain. The overall effect has the user immersed in feelings of love, compassion and unity. The drug lasts for about 6 hours, during which, a continual state of euphoria is enjoyed. Another apropos side effect is, even the most reserved individual becomes a chatterbox. When on extacy, you are continually prompted to express the beautiful emotions you are feeling. We spoke for hours on a wide variety of subjects, however, one thing stuck clearly in my mind. Amanda asked me what perception did I have of "self". Without hesitation I said, "I am God". She coyly smiled replying, "So am I". Right then and there, I was sure; Amanda would become the love of my life. Some people speak of their partner as a soul mate. I believe it is our higher conscious self which brings us partners, perfectly suited, to further our experiential discovery. This does not, in any way, mean our partners are a perfect match forever. It just defines certain people who trespass across our destiny, become essential ingredients in self discovery. In the case of Amanda and I, we followed the same journey down different roads. Amanda began her path to self enlightenment at the tender age of 15. She was captivated by the work of Aleister Crowley; this led her to the Kabbalah. From this very high ground, she went on to chart the course of her search using ancient tools of astrology, runes, magic and various forms of divination. Amanda has always had an insatiable thirst for knowledge; she is well read in psychology, the occult, science, sociology, ancient literature and all things spiritual. We have both been seeking truth for over 30 years; for me the theme is love, for my darling wife the quest is spiritual knowledge. Having Amanda in my life, is undoubtedly, the single most important ingredient for my spiritual development. The many deep seated spiritual truths she knows in her heart assist me in grounding my own personal search. I could write a book on how much of a spiritual boon my wife has been. However, let it suffice for me to use the following crude analogy. We can all understand the impact steroids have on the physique of a body builder. Having Amanda in my life, is like having an endless supply of spiritual steroids. Although we have used different maps to chart our spiritual destination, we have both arrived at the same location. The essence of spiritual living we feel is best expressed by the Tao. Our ultimate truth of existence is best represented by the Mayan greeting "In Lak' ech" which translates into English as "I am another yourself". On occasion, we hold different spiritual views, especially about Archons and the manifestation of evil. In times of discord we find opportunity to expand our minds, while at the same time, strengthening our point of view. Having to defend a spiritual argument against Amanda's wealth of knowledge is no easy feat. I find, the effort required to formulate a proper defense of a given subject, always leaves me with a deeper connection to personal truths. You don't just walk into a spiritual debate with Amanda, foggy or unclear in your stance. First, I spend a few days pondering my position, bending and molding it like steel in a forger’s tongs. Only when a clearly defined, heat treated, polished and buffed piece of art remains, do I dare present it for consideration. Don Juan spoke of the "spirit ally" to be found in plants, minerals, animals and the elements. He neglected to mention to Carlos that our greatest "spirit ally" can also be found in our partner. Without the guidance, persistence and dedication of my darling "Amazing Amanda", acting as my "spirit ally", the Klien Lake experience would never have occurred. Without further ado, and with a deep bow to my beautiful Amanda, I give you Klein Lake.
Having dropped magic mushrooms, cosmonauts need only wait about half an hour before the effects become noticeable. Slowly my world transformed into a wonderland. Flames, licking feverishly, humbled charred logs. Peering into the ballet of colours, I began drifting off into a past camp fire and a lesson told by my father. Being a metallurgist by trade, he was well versed to voyeur his knowledge of fire. The careful observer can determine a pecking order of heat. The log is the source of fuel he would say. Look closely, notice each flame starts with a gap where there appears to be no flame. This is an optical illusion, the flame does exist. However, it is a clear flame, nearly undetectable; this is where the fire is hottest and most unstable. Just beyond the clear flame, there is found a clear yellow. The tinge of yellow is a mixture of carbon and stabilising elements. This added dimension of the flame makeup, allow it to gain intermittent stability. This increase in stability allows the flame to be detected with the human eye. Next, as the flame gathers integrity, a blue flame can often be seen to persist. At last, my father would say, as if finding a nugget of gold, comes the steak flames. The orange and light red flames are the most usable part of the fire. Remaining stable enough to maintain existence, they offer the camper greatest access to British Thermal Units of heat. I could see in my mind, a little boy, patiently waiting for his dad to reach the deep rich reds he adored. Invariably, as this special moment would arrive, all animation would fall from my fathers face. Without fanfare, he would add as an aside; lastly we find the many varieties of red flames, pretty to look at but all show and no go. Everyone has their own perspective on reality, for my dad, fire was about usable heat. Tonight, with my darling wife present, the dancing red flames spoke of love, synchronicity and unity.
Snapping out of my reverie, I looked up to notice my beautiful wife transfixed in her own thoughts. Studying the palm of my hand, I could see it breathing, expanding and contracting, as whorls of palm prints spin wildly. Space, the final frontier, at last. "Baby, you have a jag on yet." In a subdued voice, the reply eventually arrived to my ears, "Oh, yeah, the fire is amazing."
Slipping back into the fire's embrace, I began meditating on unity. Experiencing feelings of "being": a tiny cell, blade of grass, tree, bird, lion, quartz, earth, moon, sun. Each step along the chain, I would fully embrace the emotions, feelings and awareness of the being I supplanted. Unity consciousness does not just happen; the heart must be exercised, if spirit is to be invoked by the higher self. The exercise I just described is much the same as a pianist practicing scales. By constantly delving into this realm of consciousness truth, we learn to allow EgoSelf to yield its tenacious grip. The vacuum created, in the absence of mind, becomes filled by the emotional heart. Heart may now communicate directly with the higher self. Although I have practiced unity scales thousands of times in my spiritual life, I never really captured the essence of the spiritual music. Imagine, a monkey dressed in a tux, pounding out a song on the old 88. Everyone knows monkeys cannot play the piano, they just "think" they can. Thinking is the bane of the spiritual traveler, we must move beyond the limits of the brain so the heart may lead us to the Akasha. I had finally realised what Don Juan meant by
the expression, "being rain". This special night, my spiritual scales evolved into much more than practice, the scales sang out like a symphony of love. The key was in eliminating the mental picture of the creature I wished to become. You cannot "be" an eagle if you remain transfixed with its body, or the mechanics of it's reality. This is where I had always gone wrong. To be an eagle, I needed to move beyond its reality, so that I might embrace its heart. Let me explain the difference. When playing the spiritual scales, I had always selected a being, then imagined experiencing its world. In the case of the eagle; I envisioned what it would be like to soar high above a valley, feeling the wind buffet my wings. Swooping down to zero in on prey found perching on a limb of the highest tree. As beautiful as these feeling are, they represented a mental movie, no more real than the silver screen. On this special occasion, I found myself reaching into my Akasha files to express the reality of the eagle from the perspective of the eagle without my tainted perceptual intervention. Unity means that we are all one being, if an eagle soars above, you can be assured the eagle is you. Therefore, the entire life experiences of the eagle are available to you. Don Juan was intoning that, if the warrior desires, he may reach into the Akasha and ladle out a cup of the eagles reality. As he drinks of this reality, he truly becomes the eagle. I did not realise it at the time, my "spirit ally" had just taken me to the realm of higher self, and the library was now open.
"Baby, this fire is teaching me things."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure."
Looking up from the fire, my wife glowed with a radiance I have never seen in anyone. She is, the most beautiful woman in the world, however, tonight she seemed angelic. I could feel the love within her, she oozed serenity from every atom of her being. Drinking in the camp surroundings, everything had a special radiance of love. My eyes finally found their way to the heavens; stars twinkled proudly in the dark night sky. Millions of tiny specks painted a universal portrait of unity and love. I could feel each star tug at my heart, as if they were trying to tell me, I love you, I am another yourself. I started to get dizzy, the stars appeared as little specks. They began swirling like snow driven by a November wind. The storm surged against the ebony canopy, then, in an instant, everything stopped moving. I watched in awe, how could this be happening? I could see a light drizzle, but it was not water, sleet or snow. Whatever it was, it descended slowly, trillions of tiny specks falling to the ground, perfectly horizontal. The rate of descent was very slow, about one foot per second. Wherever I looked, darkness prevailed as a backdrop to these minuscule specks. Extracting my gaze from the heavens, the robust fire captured my attention. I was left gob smacked by how much my environment had changed. Everything seemed to glow with life, even the soil had an essence of love as self. I don't believe in the fairy tale of heaven, but if such a place existed, this is what it would be like. The tiny specks finally alit, affording me opportunity to investigate their nature. I was dumbfounded by the geometric perfection of their arrangement. Not only were they falling exactly perpendicular, each speck seemed to be equidistant from the others. Like an army of sages marching down from the heavens in perfect linear order. I placed my open palm out to feel the specks as they landed. I could feel nothing, they were not wet or cool, and this was not rain or snow. Yet, wherever they landed they instantly disappeared. Oh my God, they are specks of light! The stars somehow let loose trillions of specks of light. No, wait, this only looks like light, its information. My God, my beautiful God, you are giving us the gift of Akasha, we are becoming the ONE.
"Darling it's raining information."
"Can you feel it?"
"What do you mean?"
"What are you experiencing?"
"Thank you God, thank you God, thank you God, thank you God."
My greatest desire in life was to rekindle the GodSelf feeling of unity and love which I experienced when being born anew. This, my dear readers was so very much more. Each speck of "light" carried a greater depth of truth to my perception of reality. I experienced a complete and utter transformation into higher self expression. Illusions of ego were forced aside. The onion of deception had been rendered bare, leaving my GodSelf being, as the soul point of consciousness. Love burst from every atom, I could feel my being unite with all manifest reality. In no uncertain terms, I knew myself as God experiencing perfect unity in the NOW moment. There seemed to exist an ocean of love. Wave upon wave washed over my being in a slow, rhythmic fashion. I completely surrendered to love; it felt like riding a wild river of contentment. Whoosh over the falls, out of control, all I could think of was thank you God. Feelings of thanks and praise rocked my essence. Emotions of gratitude poured out of me, I began weeping relentlessly. I spent the next twenty minutes, slowly rocking back and forth, staring at the fire while repeating, without pause, "Thank you God". I must have repeated this simple mantra of thanks hundreds of times. All the while, tears of bliss streamed steadily down my face. This blissful adoration of divine greatness is known in Hindu spiritual culture as Bhatki yoga.
I should take a moment to define more precisely the volume of tears. Imagine, a few tears wetting your face, a dampness forms in the corner of your eyes. Now, imagine a time when those tears flowed enough to wet your cheek. There may have been an occasion, usually a broken heart, where tears wet your cheek so readily they dripped off your chin to wet your shirt. Possibly now, you may imagine tears with the intensity and volume to be experienced as a steady stream. By the end of this experience my sweatshirt was soaked, as well, my pants had become noticeably wet at the thighs. This most beautiful trance of divine worship poured out of me until it was completely spent.
Slowly the environment crept back into view; again it had changed in a most dramatic way. The flora still glowed brilliantly with love, as did all my surroundings. However, the air had changed, in as much as it became present in my reality. I am not all together sure I can define how the change manifested, mainly because we do not have words to express what I saw and felt. Nonetheless, I will give it a go. We think of oxygen as a fundamental life giving aspect of our reality. However, we do not perceive the air we breathe to be a living being. Sitting by the fire, I could see the electricity and life force of the air. It seemed to shimmer, but not like it does in the dog days of summer. The air carried a quality of "beingness" which can only be perceived,or seen by the higher self. As I reread the visual description I have just written, I can see the mess I have made. The problem has arisen because we are not aware the heart can "see" beyond the retinas capacity to relay a definitive signal to the brain. In our natural egoic state, we can only decode a small portion of the reality which can be perceived by the higher self. The higher self, nestled in our heart, can bathe in a countless array of senses, well beyond that of the ego self. This truth is why there are no words to adequately define what one "sees" when the images are beyond the purview of the retinas range of comprehension. What I saw had no colour, light, form, nor texture, yet it could be seen and understood. To describe the feelings I experienced and interactions I had with this being is much easier. Love is the most appropriate word to use when describing the exchange of gaseous beings. Elementary science gives us the understanding the dance of life utilises three primary gases; 78% of the air we breathe is Nitrogen, while the majority balance of 21%, is oxygen. The third component is of course carbon dioxide. When night falls all beings, plant and animal alike breathe in oxygen while exhaling CO2. Carbon dioxide is of course utilised by flora, during daylight hours, as an essential ingredient in the process of photosynthesis. Nitrogen is an inert gas which facilitates the Godly exchange. Beyond the aforementioned clinical analysis, the higher self knows the breath of life as a conscious sharing of love. All beings, from the oxygen molecule to the great cedar express a conscious affinity for love. We do not perceive the oxygen molecule to represent a sentient being, actively aware in the great cosmos, but it most certainly is. It carries with it a "knowing" of love. This truth of being, then becomes, the essence of its existence. In fact, I believe all atomic matter is infused with this eternal spark of GodSelf truth. On this quiet summer eve, my heart watched as the gas creatures danced with all life. My higher GodSelf spoke to many beings that fateful night, without exception, each conveyed the same essential truth. LOVE is all there is, all else is illusion. Beyond this phenomenal discovery, another revelation appeared obvious. Our perception of space is an illusion. Due to the limits of our retina, we convince ourselves vast expanses of nothingness exist. We call this expanse, air, or empty space. When we step beyond this deception, we can define nothingness as a conscious part of the divine cosmos. With this consideration, it becomes obvious; nothing is truly separate in the universe. The atoms which make up this being I call Christopher, is not separate, in any way, from the atoms of the sun, which will gift me life in the morning. This is the truth of the Akasha; oneness of being, unity of heart, unconditional love as the keystone of experiential knowingness.
Entropy of the Divine:We live in a matrix of illusion, convinced that all living beings will eventually die. The first law of thermodynamics states; matter cannot be created nor destroyed. The second fundamental law states; no isolated body, microscopic or macroscopic may remain free of systematic entropy. Science goes on to predict the speed of entropy in terms of half life. These theorems do hold material truth; however, a fundamental error in judgment arises from physicist’s inability to consider the true nature of existence as a unified field of eternal consciousness. Using an example to define this enigma, we need look no further than our own corporeal body. We experience birth, life, death, and then return to the cosmic dust from which we were created. Quantum physicists, running down the rails of string theory, will convince you your body exists as a result of quantum probability. They would maintain, the quantum field carries infinite possibility. From this infinite, humans evolved out of the oceans of our planet. This is the science of separation, whereas, all matter remains isolated, limited and fated to expire. Staring into the microscope or telescope makes no difference to the scientist, their retinas are fated to belie the truth of reality beyond the physical.
Watching the fire consume, I began pondering the illusion of death. Quantum probability and her brother entropy are hollow explanations for our raison d'etre. I wished for a more clear understanding of the process of death, what was the hereafter really like? I thought, if I meditated upon the tunnel of white light, possibly, I could initiate the afterlife experience. I closed my eyes to begin meditating, suddenly an inspiration overtook me. I opened my eyes, placing my hand in the center of the fire; I seized an ember the size of an egg. Amanda never batted an eye, to both of us, it seemed perfectly normal that I should be holding a burning ember. I blew on the ember making it dance gracefully, tones of red, pink, grey and white swirled on its surface. It seemed like the most beautiful treasure in the world, sparkling, shimmering it began communicating with my higher self. Its message was undeniably clear in my heart; I am you, we are love. As I leave you, look, see the magnificence of my return to source. I gazed over at my darling wife who seemed transfixed with ember in my hand.
“This fire contains infinite knowledge darling."
“I am this ember, I am God."
I began to see 0's and 1's float endlessly from the red hot ember: 01010101010101011010101100101011010110011010100111101010101010101010101010101010101010101010110101011010101011110110101010100000010101010101010110101010111111111010101000001010101010101000000000000101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101010101100. Blowing on the ember, created a stir, the numbers began swirling. Rolling it around in my fingers slowed down the rising numbers. Holding it still, I could see them begin to rise in a steady stream to the ether.
“I see in this ember, myself, rising to the infinite."
“Nothing dies, all life gracefully ascends to unity consciousness."
“This ember is on it's journey home."
“I can see 0's and 1's rise from it as it transforms, from one perfect state, to another."
“This is so incredibly beautiful honey. God is so beautiful."
“Thank you God, thank you God."
“Be the God you are my brother ember, go home, thank you so very much."
I tossed the ember into the fire with a joyful farewell. Instantly, the entire fire started releasing streams of binary numbers. Looking up at Amanda, glowing ever so beautifully, she too had a few numbers rising from her head, neck and hands. Shocked, I looked at my hands, here and there, 0's and 1's were rising. It appeared, as the heat source increased, so did the binary display. Tears began streaming down my cheeks, I had realised, from the depths of my heart, all is God.
“I can see 0's and 1's everywhere baby, on you, me, the dirt, trees, even the lake, can you see them."
“No I can't Chris, what does it look like."
“The movie the Matrix, but not quite."
“Not as many 0's and 1's as they show in the movie. Except maybe the fire, steady streams are coming off the fire, only a few on you and me, even less on the plants, trees, soil and rocks."
“It’s amazingly beautiful; everything in our world is on a slow, steady, path to reunification of the ONE."
In Lak' ech:
I set my attention back into the depths of the fire. Flames leapt from source, speaking steadily, the language of love. For hours, I had been hearing a constant echo in my mind; I am you, we are one. Wherever I looked, the same thoughts, feelings and emotions reverberated through every atom of my being; separation is illusion, we are love. Picking up a handful of sandy dirt, I could feel love and unity, I am this sandy soil. Tilting my hand slowly, a cascade of sand fell like a waterfall to the ground. I was transfixed by the motion of each grain as it trailed to the ground in abeyance of gravity. I felt my body become light as a feather, I had become one of the grains. I could feel the slight rolling movement, like a child rolling down a great hill. Quickening of pace, gave me a sense the edge was near. My suspicions were soon confirmed by the sensation of freedom from gravities oppression. Plummeting to the ground in slow motion, I saw my brothers with me in free fall. The experiential change of being a grain of sand completely overwhelmed my senses, tears streamed down my face. I am everything, my universe is not separate from me, it is me, and we are God.
“How are you doing baby?"
“I’m really high, how are you?"
“Amazing, I feel so connected to everything. I am this fire, the sand, plants, lake, trees, stars; there is nothing I am not."
“Thank you God, thank you for showing me this beautiful unity."Alchemy:Becoming a Western Hemlock:
I stood up, took a deep breath, felt like I was going to pass out, promptly, I jellied my way back into the chair. My reality had been flopping around so much the last few hours, standing seemed to become a monumental task. A few moments later, I assembled enough composure to remain erect. What a treat this new posture was! The world seemed much different from up here. The air was cooler, lighter and fresher. The forest seemed to have awoken to my presence, beautiful leafy brothers were beaconing me to play. Grasses and large leafy plants of all types oozed a fresh aroma, replacing the fire's steady smell of burning cedar. Positioned in the center of a large patch of waist high ferns offered exhilarating whorls of life energy. A few meters away, the fire cast a yellow glow on my darling Amanda. Stars speckled the dark night sky, a light mist blanketed the lake, it was a perfect night for communing with spirit. Campfires spotted the far shore, a faint whisper of laughter and conversation further added companionship to the steady pulse of nature. Silhouetted against the dark night sky, a scraggly old Western Hemlock caught my attention. Although this old man had been around many years, he never acquired the ruler straight majestic rise to stately forest dominance as his kind most often do. Standing ten meters or so from him, offered me an appreciation of his challenging life. He had chosen his birth on a 30 degree slope about three meters from the water edge. A large unyielding boulder abutted the base of his trunk, forcing him to grow up the slope before he could point to the heavens. This odd birthplace endowed him with a bent base of strength. Nonetheless he survived, growing straight for many years until lightning severed his top, to which his answer was to create two. The pattern of his growth in the upper branches indicated he struggled greatly with lightning, not uncommon for stately giants who choose to exist at lakes edge. His many branches in asymmetrical order indicated he must have been a steady target for deer, known to love fresh hemlock shoots. I could feel the pain of the many assaults he had endured. Pondering upon his life, I began to realise we two are not so different. The start of my life was awkwardly bent like his. I had endured many trials in life, but, like him, I survived to finally grow straight. I could hear him whispering to my heart, come closer my brother, I am you.
Alchemy; Becoming a Western Hemlock:
Entranced by his majesty, I was pulled toward him. His silhouette began to take on a more personal form. The fissures in his bark could be seen, then the individual needles. Finally a wave of love entered my body as I breached the field of his magnificent aura. Tears immediately streamed down my face, I had never felt this much love in my life. This old character had been expressing pure love for more than 100 years. Panning up from the base, a dizzying assortment of branches crossed the night sky. I grabbed a small handful of his needles, rubbing them together to create the beautiful fresh aroma, a famed hemlock characteristic. In this moment, my brother represented to me the epitome of God's love. I could feel his energy pulsating through my body. I pressed my face to his trunk, wrapping my arms around his girth; I hugged him like a long lost friend. Great joy flooded my body as wave after wave of love blanketed me in his compassionate warmth. My body began melting into his. Possible the best way to describe this feeling is if I suggest you imagine the tree as water. Now, imagine, as you hug this water tree you slip into it. Lastly, imagine, as your body slips into the tree, your sense of self becomes transformed into the tree. This was, by far, the most bizarre experience I have ever enjoyed. Half way into the old boy, I could feel the presence of two beings, half human, half tree, all love. With reckless abandon, I pushed my way into the core of his being. I had released all cognitive trace of my human self, in favour of, experiencing his perfect GodSelf truth. I was now, completely, utterly, a Western Hemlock. Hindsight, allows me to reconstruct a human perspective from this non human experience. Said reconstruction derives from distillation of core gnosis, I later interpreted, from the perspective my brother taught me of his reality. Although I present this gain of gnosis in real time, it should be noted, years of fomentation is what affords us this current descriptive model of events.
The most compelling alteration in perception was the distinction of self, or should I say, lack thereof. This great being has no sense of separation from his universe; there is in fact no thinking process whatsoever. I found myself in a mindless reality of feelings and emotions. Without the computer running the show, all that remained was a "beingness" of love energy. Oh my brethren, mere words will never fully express how this beingness radiates with light and love. To offer a glimpse into what I saw, I ask you to, once again, use your imagination, and help me out. You're floating in white space. Your entire reality is bathed in the, brightest, white light you could ever conceive. The light is soft, warm, inviting, it is all that exists from the perspective of sight. Sensations of time, space, physicality are not present in this reality. You, are not present in physical form, you have become a wave of energy. There is a definitive "knowingness" of being, which can only be expressed as love reciprocity.
Feelings and emotions became the only medium of information in my new world. I could feel the energy frequency of all living beings. Sun, Earth, water and air are the primary beings which dominate my reality. However, I am also aware of the continual trespass of countless life forms, all sharing love.
Sophia, my mother, gives sustenance for life to exist. She emanates a deeply profound expression of love. All living beings within the earth’s atmosphere dance to the beat and resonance set forth by Sophia. Her selfless love represents the macro template for all her children to emulate. I could feel the beat of her heart echo through me. I am one child of trillions, however, I can sense, from my roots to the tips of each needle, a special love resides in Sophia's heart for each individual child. From the breast of Sophia, I thirstily drink a rich and varied diet of minerals, specific to my continued existence. Mother teaches; I am you, we exist as one, so that we may experience the glory of gifting love. Know me, so that you may sense, the gifts we share are eternal.
My father may not be present at this moment; nonetheless, I can sense his glory is nearing. I wake, as he rises, a warm blanket of love will soon caress my being. Father is the great rejuvenator. Capturing love from the ether, he spreads it throughout his realm. King of kings, father tirelessly gifts his children with the life giving force of love. In the brilliance of father's love, his children expand, becoming more than they were in his absence. Divine truth tells all fathers; their children may only grow when love is present. Dearest father, I feel in you an endless sea of love. It is in this feeling, I know, love is all there is. Father teaches; I am you, we exist as one love. Know me and the extent of my realm, be all that I am.
My brother water found pulsating through my being like rivulets of love. Water and I do not dance in ignorance of love. I can feel my brother give himself to me. He is the eternal carrier of love energy. Like a travelling proselytizer of ultimate truth, he navigates throughout my body, leaving emissions of love. My brother, the magician, takes on a variety of different forms. Soon he will become a gas, fill himself with love from the ether causing him to crystallise back into water form. A new journey will commence, destinations untold, where water will gift the life giving force of love. Brother teaches, I am you, we exist as one, share this love I now give you. Know me and we will magically travel through the body of all conscious life.
Sister air caresses me, the ultimate seductress, animating my expression of reality. Artful as a ballet dancer, she gracefully bestows love upon my world by offering an eternal theater of cosmic delight. Entering me with a whisper, she breathes the life force of love into every atom of my being. Beyond sustenance, she is my dance partner. Taking hold of leaves and limbs, she encourages me to step lively to the beat of loves melody. She plays with love, changing the pace of music to suit her will. Soft slow melodies are her favorite, however, if her mood is right, she can be found spinning wildly across the dance floor pulling me to and fro. Sister teaches, I am you, we exist as one, love has motion, it begs to play. Know me, so that we may experience love as an eternal dance of unity.
Beyond the primacy of my world, I sense a bevy of light signatures, of which, I share a symbiotic exchange of love. Some waves of love are barely discernible, slowly moving within my reality, affecting little influence. While others seem to flit in and out, leaving definitive traces of mobility in their wake. I have no concept or definition of love, but yet I know my self as love. I cannot define my form, nor can I define a reality separate from self, nonetheless, I have a knowing of communion with other love frequencies. This family of love teaches me, we are you, we exist as one. We each reflect different frequencies of reality, bound to each other, so that we may share love.
Lying on my back, I could see distant stars sparkle in the moonlit sky. The foreground held a large Western Hemlock proudly silhouetted. This initial image, captured by my retina, decoded by my brain, acted like a glass of cold water, snapping me back to reality. Memories of the experience flooded my mind, tears gushed out of me, as I slowly began to comprehend the magnitude of the gnosis learned. In an attempt to solidify the experience, I closed my eyes to replay the entire experience over and again in my mind. In the backdrop of this resolution, a chorus paid homage by honoring the divine experiential bliss of unity and unconditional love.
I thought to myself; for decades I had searched for this moment, never could I imagine such phenomenal beauty existed. Mining knowledge from great texts, I hungered for nuggets of gold. Leaving literature aside, a sacred mushroom totem guides me first to a fire which speaks untold knowledge. Next, the stars descend from the heavens, raining cosmic dust of knowledge. The fire, acting as interpreter for this cosmic dust, clearly defines the language of the stars. Now, I discover this old Hemlock tree, offering me his perspective of reality, crystal clear, perfect as a diamond. Thank you, God for showing me truth. Thank you so very much for using such an amazing display, to teach me ultimate truth. I am you. Beyond the trappings of illusion, nothing is separate, everything is love. I have been seeking love all my life, now I know myself as love. I have always desired the love of others, now I see there are no others, we are one being, one God, our eternal nature is love. Love was a gift I had dispensed from my mind, a synthetic version of the real truth I now discover in my heart. Drinking this night from the grail of truth, I bask in the glory of your light, thank you God. Although time may carry away this moment of bliss, I will never forfeit the certain truth of unity and unconditional love etched so deeply into my heart as “knowingness".
Thoughts of my darling wife, sitting alone, prompted me to return to the fire. Each step toward closer to the glow carried me a little further from the enchanted wonderland I had visited. Feeling the warmth of the fire, I ventured a greeting.
“How are you doing baby?"
“Great, where have you been?"
“I was visiting with an old Hemlock. You won't believe what I just experienced!"
“I became a tree, I wrapped my arms around him and melted into him!"
“He taught me all about his reality. He knows love honey, he really knows love!"
Amanda listened quietly and intently as I recounted the entire experience. It was a treat to relive the adventure yet again. I bubbled in excitement, describing the simplicity and inherent beauty of life. Over the next hour or so, I babbled on, illustrating to Amanda, what I had learned and how it felt to be a tree. When speaking of unity consciousness, I was convinced the entire human race had evolved to a new understanding of reality. Looking across the lake at the glow of other camp fires, I remember telling Amanda.
“They know baby, they all know, everyone on the planet is unified now!"
“What do you mean Chris?"
“It’s not just me Amanda, everyone is experiencing unity consciousness, right now!"
“Our reality is changing Amanda, we are changing."
“We are Gods in our world darling, I am like Zeus and you are my Hera."
“We have made this reality; we can forge whatever future we wish."
“We only need imagine, it will be."
This concept of change had my mind reeling with possibility. How would things change? Am I going back to work? What about the kids in school, surely they won't need school now? What about money, possessions, materialism, will all of that just go away? The scope of consideration is so mind blowing it's hard to wrap my head around it. For a while we were both quietly lost in thought, the fire dwindling down to coals had the odd determined log poking out from the ash pile. Cool night air pushed us to decide, either stoke the fire, or, retire for the evening. Amanda, relenting to the massive expenditure of energy, announced her intention to call it a night. Realising my tank was empty, I reluctantly agreed, it was time to reenter earths atmosphere and safely land our ship. In the true style of James Bond; we two cosmonauts, made passionate love prior to reentry. Driven by emotions of unity and unconditional love, I experienced a singularity with my wife I never thought possible. Forged in that moment; was a special bond, which can never yield to the weathering of time. What would tomorrow bring? Had the human race really evolved? Will our reality change? These questions, trampled across the landscape of my imagination as I quickly drifted off to a new dream reality. Waking the next morning, I remember being confused. Had the world changed? Leaving Amanda to sleep, I quickly dressed excited, to look experience my new world. I don't know what I expected to see, however I did expect a big change. Walking around the camp it appeared nothing had changed, or, everything had changed, depending on your perspective. The remnants of the fire spoke of finality. The plants and trees, although beautiful were not glowing with life speaking knowledge in my ear. The old Hemlock, wise benefactor the night before, solemnly refused to converse. I thought of his anticipation of morning. Caressing his bark, I knew he would now be basking in the bliss of father's glorious love.
Humanity had not evolved, our world was not changing. Tuesday morning, I would find myself at work, smiling and dialing. The disappointment of knowing humanity would continue in darkness, was buffered, by the gift I had been given. I had changed. My GodSelf, allowed me to release ego long enough to instill in my heart unconditional love. On occasion, ego preys upon my sense of self, however, the experience of Klien Lake; forever returns me to the truth of unity and the power of unconditional love. Godself, so beautifully magnificent, he whispers softly once, my perception of reality changes forever.
To quote the famous Martin Luther King, " I have a dream." I see a day soon, where all humanity, will embrace the truth of GodSelf reality. To me, Klien Lake represents a peek into our future. Many speak of 2012 as the nexis of a shift in our perception of reality. December 21st may, or, may not, be the last day of this reality, however, I am convinced, unity consciousness quickly nears. If, my suspicions prove correct, be prepared to experience bliss.
In conclusion, I ask you to take from this tale the truth of GodSelf being. Even though you may not follow in my steps, know that your true essence is love. Seek to discover a life of unity. Know that you're not separate, in any way, from the life forms you encounter. If literature has limited your spiritual perspective, possibly, the lessons of master Don Juan may promote you to seek a spirit guide. Even though you may not hear the whisper of your GodSelf, the tradition of In' Lak' ech can still be your mantra. You may choose to remain separate, or, you may choose to unite. Listen to your heart, can you hear the whisper?