Monthly Archives: December 2014

World Peace

Around this time of year, one of the common things we think and talk about is world peace. How ironic is it that we are also reunited with friends and family, and all of the resentment built up over a lifetime is often released during these times.

I don’t have any solutions on how to move towards peace, but I have some observations.

1) Even siblings fight one another over resources and turf. So, in that sense, even if the world were one homogenized community sharing the same beliefs, we still would fight.

2) Humanity is where it is today through two competing forces: competition and cooperation. Competition: the strongest tribes survives, the vanquished tribes disappeared or were assimilates. Cooperation: the tribes where people worked together for survival (and defeating enemies) survived over the groups of people where every man was an island.

3) Even if we could achieve some amount of parity in resource allocation amongst peoples, our instincts for competition will always be encoded in our genetics. Perhaps, outlets like sports provide safe release valve of the urges.

4) Most of us want to “just get along.” But, there are rabble-rousers in our midst. I call them “empire builders.” These are people within our population that have long served a critical purpose towards the survival of tribes. Empire builders often start from humble beginnings and climb the ranks building their “armies” and defeating their detractors. They are natural leaders. Sometimes they remain humble and work towards the bigger picture. Sometimes they are motivated by their own insecurities and desire for attention and power. In either case, as they build their armies, they polarize people, and unite them under one flag. Ultimately, to gain power, they fight – cause wars. They turn ordinary people like us – who normally want to just get along – into warriors or advocates of their conquering efforts.

As I said from the outset, I don’t have any solutions. What I wanted to do though was try to offer some opinions as to why we don’t have world peace today. Here’s some questions we can ask ourselves:

– How do we keep the empire builders at bay before they lead their march of destruction?
– How do we avoid the allure of these people without putting our own lives/livelihoods at risk?
– How do we create an education/environment, where people no longer are convinced by the devious arguments of the builders?
– How do we keep our competitive nature at bay – or at least in a safe space?
– What can we do as individuals to heal the fissures of past battles/wars so as not to breed new ones?

Best of luck in your endeavors, as I always like to tell people.

If life is an illusion…

It is often thought that once we become aware that the world is an illusion, we should detach from it – perhaps eventually reach “Nirvana.”

I do not ascribe to this belief. I believe life is to be lived. There is plenty of time to detach when we are not incarnate.

I do agree that life is an illusion. But, certain things are real. Pain is real. So is joy. The souls behind everybody you know are real. Feeling is real – most certainly to the body experiencing it. Sure we can detach from these feelings – but only after we listen for awhile. For if we completely ignore the suffering of our bodies then we are not honoring the vessel that carries us.

What is the purpose of life? People who experience near-death experiences report two things: To learn and To love. Physical life is immensely interesting. It is complex, difficult, and beautiful. There is a lot to learn Here. Love is something we are born with but is hard to express when there’s so much confusion and sorrow. When we can love our greatest enemy, then we have mastered Love.

Hyperactivity at the Retail Store

This morning I became lucid, and asked to do a retrieval. As I fell back into a tunnel, I remember touching the tunnel to see what it felt like. Clumpy? Like globs of dirt. When I landed I was in complete darkness. I commanded for some light, but the best I could get were these laser lights shining a little bit off of the ground. I could not find anyone. I then found myself in my parents’ home.

I went outside and noticed some commotion to the left. I proceeded into something like a Walmart or Target. People were moving around quickly. Some of them were coming at me and I felt like I had to defend myself with thought missives. I realized that to help these people I needed to avoid attention and pick up the scene.

I proceeded to imagine the whole store lifting up into the subplanes. After about a minute, the store had moved into an “outdoors” subplane. The people had calmed down and collected together.

While I’m sure I didn’t reach F21/the heaven plane, I felt like I did enough. Also, I’ve learned from experience to avoid lifting outdoors scenes – things tend to get haywire.

I celebrated by myself about my achievement, and heard an interesting rock song that had the words “Earth Below.” Unfortunately, I didn’t record the song after I woke up.

Sneaky Retrieval

This morning as I became lucid, I noticed an entity hugging me from behind. I could not see the man’s face. He had a bit of an accent. I asked his name and got the cryptic “Mephangeles,” which I probably mis-heard. He seemed to think he had grabbed onto someone I know. His grip was tight, and I could not easily release him. In retrospect, I could have mentally envisioned some sort of painful device on him, but instead, I had a different idea.

I slowly lifted myself and him through the astral planes. I even told him about the astral as I did this. He told me had been dead for about 10 years – and that his life ended incompletely. I sensed him to be a young adult who had just finished or didn’t quite finish college. We continued to ascend through subplanes. Indoor subplanes to outdoor ones, finally back to large indoor ones.

Finally, I gazed upward towards “the light” and he released with a yell. Apparently, his soul’s “attractor beam” caught hold, and he was none too pleased with his ascension.

I managed to pull myself through to the mental plane, hoping to get an eye on his arrival. Instead, I found myself in a bustling hallway. I felt in need of help. Help, perhaps, of clearing energy stuck to me from him and I called out. Eventually, a woman showed up to discuss my concerns. I realized that the supposed energy stuck to me was nothing more than the buffering layer between the astral and mental wrapped around my body like Saran wrap. I woke up soon after noticing I was quite embedded under my blankets. I wondered if the sensation of the blankets was the cause of the “wrapping” feeling or it was a coincidence.

Only after being awake, did I realize I could have fended this person off from the get go, but I took the gentler and more productive approach. I was proud of myself for doing that. I have found that my response to these so-called violent spirits in the last few months have been met by my own violence rather than alternate, more peaceful means, of achieving the goal – of getting these spirits back to their Mothership/soul. My violent tactics only seemed to scare them off.