So, if life isnt
linear, then it cant be planar. So, to have
parallel planes is not the same as parallel lives.
Parallel lives would each dip and roll in the same ways;
so, parallel existences which are not planar would be
wavy in the same wavar ways. So, if even one point of Existence
B were not just in synch with A,
then you might get a point of intersection instead of
planar parallelism. And thats the way it is.
This is Walter Cronkite. Good evening. Whoa!
Whered WC come
from. Hes dead, you know. So are we.
O. It can be confusing, but lively. No no no,
deadly. No no no....
Why do folks think of linear parallelism when, in
fact, its a jumbled matrix. Peeps like to envision
a matrix like a large array of chess boards in multiple dimensions... or
checker boards. Yes CT, them, too. But from Checkerboard Square comes Purina Dog Chow... ARF. And Cat
Chow... meow. O, its Sandys friend,
Mimi the cat. ARF. Meow. But we digress.
But a matrix need not be linear nor in any way
parallel nor even symmetrical... nor even Metrical,
which is a diet drink. CT, have you lost your mind?
Why yes. O.
When we speak of the existential spiritual
matrix, I can assure you its not a neat and
pretty sight. Its more of a goo of being, with lots
of connections but little symmetry... and few
Christmas trees. CT. Cinnamon trees?
No. Cinnabuns?
Yum. But we digest... yum.
As I was trying to say, in a soup
there is structure but not always linearity. And so, you
can get a bit of pasta or not-a. And once in awhile, even
in a lentil soup, you might get a fava... and a nice Chianti? No, unless its a lamb
stewvery quiet, silent even. But I dont want
to foster the impression that this will always be the
case. However, those who are open to spiritual diversity
will always experience matrices which are richer than
those who think in linearity and parallelism. And nobody expected the Spanish omelet. With ketchup? Sure,
Papa.
Now, a question: Are all movies played out in the
other side, or are all movies an expression of the other
side? What is it. Well its the place
where the dead go, but thats not important right now. 'Where did it start?' Here or there.
And pay no attention to the man behind the dog... ARF. What I
am getting at is this: The matrix of being,
which includes the matrix of nonbeing...
well of course it does, but what has nonbeing ever
done for us? The roads?
Oy.
If you reduce the matrix of being to either
linearity or parallelism or any form of symmetry or any
system of order, you are imposing the dimensions of only
one level of spiritual complexity-- which is so
incomplete as to be laughable, hahahahaha.
Stop looking for the universal theories of
anything, because you cant find them at any single
level of complexity. The best you can do is particular
theories which will be spiritually parochial but not
inconsistent with universals. The boundaries of your
particulars are not the edges of your theories but the
limits of your complexities. And Ive said enough.
Pondering required, batteries not included or helpful
unless you are a robot or unless they are S Cells (AA,
AAA, C, D, S--Spirit Cells, which outlast the Bunny).
(1/1/2010)
So, heres the bubbles story: If every
possible reality were a plane, then yes, some would be
parallel and inform ours by their parallel insights. And
others would be intersecting and connect us to points of
insight, but not necessarily to planes of understanding.
However, there are also bubbles. Planes are
infinite... but Bubbles is not... are not...
is not... are not... o.
They are finite systems of understanding, in which
they appear infinite and meaningful, but they are neither
in the totality of being. Get the picture. Inside a
bubble it looks like a plane. However, heres the
tricky part: At any point on any plane, not only will the
bubble appear to be parallel, but actually two
points on the bubble will appear to be parallel. So
bubbles seem to be twice as relevant to any plane as any
other plane, but in fact they are not. And from a plane,
a bubble will appear infinite for a long sequence of
encounter. So the closed system of the bubble will appear
parallel, infinite, and most significant, and will lead
you down a finite path. Think alchemy.
So, just because some insight seems to mirror your
reality with greater possibilities and seems enticingly
strong a referent, doesnt mean its an
infinite parallel plane. How can you tell which is which.
Bubbles are pink! No no no no. We will save
that for another day. This is quite a bit for one
sitting. (1/10/2010)
I think some over here are trying to establish an
immigration policy. Not everyone will be welcomed.
Theres a challenge. If you apply the immigration
policies in life to the afterlife, do they appear sane or
insane. Just a test. (1/10/2010)
Heres a thought. Spirituality is planar, but
religions are bubbles. They seem to be connected to all
reality, but they are closed systems... open only on
Friday afternoon, 2-4, holidays excepted. And the same
with fads of all kinds. (1/16/2010)
Im not wild about bubbles. They are chimeras
which beckon as if realities, but which are closed
universes (universe with a small u).
See, any closed system is its own universe; there
doesnt appear to be anything beyond. Just ask Truman.
But the completeness is an illusion.
Bubbles not only seem complete, but their surfaces
mirror other realities. And heres the trickiest
bubble of them all: ayeeeee.... no no no, not
yet... when a bubble so perfectly mirrors its situation
that it is essentially camouflaged--so you cant
tell where it is, or even when you are entering its
torturously contained self-logic. Cults within
evangelical religion are examples. Good chocolate truffles are, too... oooo. But in
history we see such as well (Nappy
and his people).
You think you are in the big U, but
suddenly you run into an invisible wall. Planes
dont have no stinking walls! Get that in your
noggin. So, if you reach a wall, you know you are in a
bubble. But most people dont know theyve hit
a wall. Heres a hint: If somebody says theres
something you shouldnt ask about, theres a
wall around somewhere.
Planes admit infinite curiosity, even when they
know they dont contain the full answer. Ponder
that! (1/21/2010)
The overall tensions of your times are caused by some
being in a bubble and others being on a plane
which is reflected in the bubble and confuses the hell
out of peeps.
So some on the plane think they are bounded, and
some in the bubble think their notions are infinite and
universal. And some think their understanding should give
them the rights to call the shots. But they are in the
bubble, and everyone knows... wait for it... the reign falls mainly on the plane! Aint any real leadership options
in bubbles because they aint going anywhere. Think
dog chasing own tail... grrrr snap. The
preceding was brought to you by Sanford Canine
Services... f f f f f .
So, those in the bubble and those on the plain
plane talk the same talk and think they see the same
realities, but they are just passing in the wind. But
here are some dogs passing wind... f f f f arrr.
Anymoo, when vast numbers seem to be talking about
the same reality, but their words end up just zooming
past, you got a bubble-plane confusion like now. And just
be glad you are not in the bubble. For as painful as the
plane might seem for awhile, in the end the bubble will
burst and spew its parochialism into the universe, like
spittle in the winds of change.
Those in a bubble get stuck, mistaking the
transient for the permanent. They mistake the box for
what could proceed from its infinite contents.
Farts and burps are bubbles! Thank you, CT,
for that enlightening insight. No problemo.
Bubbles are attractive because they limit
changeresistance to the unknown.
Heres something many dont realize: The Aquarian Conspiracy was a bubble; so was Camelot.
Idealism can be a bubble as much as cynicism.
(1/24/2010)
What happens to the atmosphere of any closed
system. It degrades and slowly pollutes. So, too, with
the contents of any bubble. But those within it slowly
adapt to its malodorance. See, CT, I could
use it in a sentence. You win!
And often, they claim its redolence as aroma. Whoa.
Yep, kraut stink can smell good in Munich. And to a bunch
of drunks, whiskey breath smells good. So, too, with the
philosophical air in any bubble.
And those in the '60s drug culture thought it
liberating, as they sank deeper into it. Each drug moment
proved inadequate and begged for more.
Planes take you new places; bubbles take you to old
places that leave you wanting more. You could see it
again and again. Never enough. We work so hard for what
we dont even want, and think the exit is the way
out. Drop out just means turning round the
bubble. (2/4/2010)
And the question is: Can a plane pass through a
bubble, and can bubbles have planes in them. Well, duh.
Yes, some bubbles can be adjacent to planes; so they
appear just off shore, so to speak. And those in the
bubble see the plane, deride it as being fantastic, and
stay in their bubble. Other times the plane cuts right
through the bubble, and this is perceived by the
bubbleheads as counterculture and they resist its allure
and validity. 1950s materialistic bubble did not know
what to do with the early '60s plane to the future. For
example, on a plane, hair length never matters. But in a bubble, it can
be definitive.
And sometimes, in a large bubble, you can get what
appears to be a plane but it aint going somewhere.
Roman Empire was an apparent plane within a cultural
bubble. The Catholic Church is a plane within the
Christian bubble. And yes, Christianity is a bubble, but
the spiritual insights of Jesu Ben Joseph were planar.
Did I make this plainer.
So ponder all that. And the Roman plane was in a
bubble all about power. So the continuity of the state seemed a
plane within the repeated conflicts over power.
And now the puzzler: American democracy, bubble or
plane. Thats the question of the moment. Will it be
turned back on its own self or continue a journey into a
different future... ARF. Yes, Sandy is taking bets on
that... grrrf.
Any bubble can be pierced and those within
liberated, but any plane can also be turned back on its
elf and made a bubble. Christianity was a plane until
326. Then Constantine--with the failing Roman
bubble--transferred his bubbleheadedness to Christianity.
To be on a plane requires an optimistic view of infinite
future, but too much fear can turn any plane into a
bubble. I stop.
Theyve gone about as far as they can
go is a statement about reaching a crucial point.
And the decision is never about content but about
process. Obamas election was planar, and then fear
started to turn it back on itself. And good-hearted will
fuel that, by insisting on content performance
rather than process integrity. Ive said
enough. (2/11/2010)
TL:
Heres the poop: Things will not get better as
long as the focus is on recovery,
but only when the focus is on fulfillment. Its not
like the economy was doing so well for everyone that we
want to recover it... grrrr. Ok, maybe we do
want to re-cover it with a new Naughahyde... f f f f
f.
But seriously, what is the economy of the future?
No one seems to be asking that. And what do we do to get
there, and how many buggy-whip industries will need to
die.
Maybe car makers and banks are passé. But
we wouldnt know--if we are focusing on
recovery--what would be a wellness model for the economy,
because right now you are doing the illness thing... ayyyeeee.
(2/18/2010)
When babies fall asleep and look like theyre
in la-la land, they are creatively using the experience
to integrate their component elements into a personality.
More on that later.
They are doing the mirror image of what we help
spirits do here. We unpack and they pack--getting their
act together. Not in a dream state, in a reality
state.... or a right to work state. CT.
A frantic state? MCP! Dont emulate CT.
ARF. No no no no no, not a catatonic state, and
dont you start up, too... grrr. Oy.
(2/23/2010)
Mufi is beyond all words. Hes right here,
being borne on a sedan chair of gold. You are
worthy--goes back to something that happened in Babylon.
You were receptive to some outsiders spiritual
insights. That is not forgotten. Being open has its
rewards, and he was one of them. By the way, hes
not a cat here! But then, Im not a girl and
CTs not a man... no jokes about that.
Strangers were often not welcomed, but you two did.
And you listened to what he had to say-- night after
night, way beyond polite. I may be a spirit guide, but
hes a spirit guide guide. Got his act together but
delays moving on, to all of our benefits. Wait, hes
eating a ham sandwich... or the spiritual equivalent.
Chips? No! O.
Even in transition he didnt cry out. It was
not new to him. He was coming home. Thats him: Your
Grace.Grace
is the expression of the pieces recognizing the whole.
Every moment of grace reveals a new and more inclusive
reality. And thats enough about that.
(3/3/2010)
About the bambinos. Remember how much
energy it takes to be physical. Lots! So, this migratory
spirit finds itself trapped and expressed with this
little inept body, and has to figure out how to
survive--which means how to choose to use energy.
As a baby, its easy because people feed you
and clothe you and hug you, and you get to sleep mucho.
But in time, they stop supporting you and leave you to
your own devices. And so, over the years, you trade
insights and understanding for competence. But then
later, when you are older, you dont need as much
energy to keep up the act, and then you seem to know more
and we call you wise... or dead. CT. But
its just reclaiming some that was put aside to be
physical.
So, babies are struggling with the distribution of
energies. And early education is an attempt to set the
pattern of this use. But if some of early education is
permissive and even playful, then the dimension
unseen will be retained. It isnt really about
becoming adult; it is about becoming. Adult is
just one cultural option. So thats that, until I
want to say more. (3/6/2010)
Eventually, personality becomes meaningless, as
differentiated spirit is submerged in larger inclusion. Grace
in action. Existence is graceful.
We do remember being in spirit, but without the
language symbols which are meaningful there but
meaningless here. Then it remains as
apprehensions, rather than memories. Language serves to
retain what is not able to be incorporated.
You use language that expresses what you do not
embody. Language is a transitional tool.
When you remember what you learned, you no longer
need language to remind you. Its a little like
travel. First time you commute from Roslyn to Penn Station, you read all the signs and follow all
the arrows and pay attention. Eventually, you do the same
trip without noticing or needing them. Language is just
the set of directional signs for a journey not yet
familiar, and a useful tool when inviting others to your
journey. Thats all. (3/6/2010)
Is SP particular,
no. It is more peculiar. All good systems of
thought are more peculiar than particular. They apply to
new inclusivities, which makes them appear strange
because they are unfamiliar.
When you are reaching for a new inclusion, the
gesture will often be misunderstood. The person with the
best diction was awarded the title of Miss Understood,
and we couldnt find out why the audience
laughed. (3/14/2010)
Lets talk about intersections: points of
change where different energies mingle, and therefore it
takes energy to keep them all identified. Its not
the change that is the challenge, but the sorting out of
the energies.
See, a person is on Plane A. Suddenly Plane B
intersects and we have all the angles (AB, BA, BAB, ABA,
etc.), and the energy gets mixed and you have to sort it
out. And even if you stay on A, you need to be sure you
only have A energy. Usually that cant happen, but
peeps waste energy trying. Usually, those staying on A
bring a little of B along, so now it's Plane AB, and
there is also a Plane BA. And, even if you are welcoming
the planar transition and desire to go
from A to B or B to A, you still drag some of the old
energy along. And sorting that out takes energy, which is
why folks find change so hard... and especially for
parking meters.
Things change, but nothing is ever left totally
behind. (3/18/2010)
Dont want to go back, because I know
everything of value from before is also ahead.
People are nostalgic because they forget that whatever
has been will also be. So I will drop
that ice cream cone an infinite number of times, but
sooner or later Ill learn not to cry over spilled
cream.
Yep, the situations recur, but our responses may
not. Thats the name of change. So sooner or later,
I will realize I cant eat three appetizers, but
thats down the menu road.
People clutch and hold too often. And that keeps
not only the situation from progressing, but also the
person. That which we hold tightly holds us just as
tightly back. IN said it: For every action there is an equal and
opposite reaction. So,
grasp for events only if you are willing to be grabbed
back... or groped back. Gropeback Mountain. (3/25/2010)
Times they are a-changin. But remember, the changing of the
planes falls... no no no no no... releases great energy,
and the trick is not to waste it on responding to the
negative energy but to build new positively.
Seize the opportunities. And thats all I have to
say! For now. (3/25/2010)
We have encounters with concepts. Well, Im
sitting here, but not really sitting but the spiritual
equivalent of sitting on a Sunday afternoon. But not
really a Sunday afternoon, but the spiritual equivalent
of a Sunday afternoon. And Im thirsty, but not
really thirsty but just the spiritual equivalent of
thirst hits my throat. But its not a throat, but a
spiritual equivalent of a throat. And I think, but not
really think because I have no brain, etc., etc.
You dont have the keys to understand. And I
dont mean keys, but the spiritual equivalent. You
think we dont have some equivalent of everything
you have? We do, and more. But wait, theres more.
Hey you, enough with the equivalent shit. We are
trying to be dead over here. For a small guy you
gotta big mouth, or the spiritual.... Shut up! She
does go on, or rather the spiritual equivalent of her
goes on. And on and on and on like everything,
including eternal dog whiskers... f f f f f... hic.
Lots of pith in that, or actually the spiritual
equivalent of pith with a question, or the... no no no
no. What is the spiritual equivalent of you? Hmmm.
Would you be an angel, a cherub, a basket, a dog, a thing
that goes here and there but whispers in the wind. If you
were reduced to your spiritual essence, what would your
physical equivalent be. Ponder that!
Thats my stuff for today, or the spiritual
equivalent of today, which in your estimation is what? Or
for our German readers, ist das was. And for our
Yiddish fans, oy, who cares. (3/28/2010)
Dare I mention distilled spirits? We here are all
distilled spirits, reduced to our essences and
concentrated. A drop of us is worth a life of you.
We are just you in condensed formpure
essential oils of being. Not different, but
focused, precise, good to the last drop, I guess... or
not. A point of existence. And some are more pointed than
others. But it takes focus to be universal. Huh.
Counter-intuitive, I know, but the more you are yourself,
the better you can draw connections.
Lets say you want to drive to Cleveland
(why?). It would be easier to find the connecting route
if you knew you were starting from 1103 North Warren
Avenue in Savannah, Georgia, as opposed to driving from
the East Coast. So the more focused you are, the easier
it is to find the connections because you arent
wasting energy trying to keep yourself together.
(4/1/2010)
JC:
Greetings. I just have one point to make, and I
made it often. It is not about me!
Its about you! And dont
twist it into He did it for me. Thats
just sophistry. I didnt do anything for you, I only
reminded you to do it for yourself. And heres a
little test I would use when people asked me about this:
If you are doing for yourself in a genuine way as a
positive step forward, you never think about what others
could do for you, but what you could do for others.
If you think it will take the intervention of
someone or a force beyond yourself to get you
right, you will always be looking for that person or
force and trying to see how it can help you. But if you
know you are your own savior, you dont look for
help, you offer it. And since I had a deep sense of
myself, I could offer to others, who too often
misunderstood that as my being their savior. But it was
never about me!
Now, heres the test: Picture a Christianity
without a Jesus. Become the Messiah, rather than
worshipping a messiah. Live as a Christ, not worshipping
one. I envy Guatama because those who heard him looked
for the Buddha self in them, not the Guatama sense in
them. They knew he embodied something universal, just as
they might. I was not so lucky. I came with a message and
they worshipped the messenger. Mohammed can relate! Those
who looked for their fulfillment outside of self,
distorted it all. Thats my message.
And again, that wasnt me (the one on the
cross), because it was never about me. And the Romans
didnt care. They just wanted somebody. See,
hes dead. Go away. Great bureaucratic
blunder.
And if you find yourself looking to others to
fulfill you, beware. And if others look to you for their
fulfillment, really beware! Thats all. But if you
live that out, its enough. (4/4/2010)
Rikkity: Thats it for today. Short,
sweet, simple, but humanly challenging.
So, when we last left our interspirit travelers,
Rikkity and the Wonder Dog... ARF... they were
contemplating how real connection is always interplanar,
while everything on ones plane is just an
extension. And the Wonder Dog was wondering... grrrr
woofé... no no, Sandy, just because something is
unseen that doesnt mean its not an extension
of you and your present reality. Woof? Indeed.
Those other planes are probable parallel and non-parallel
realities. Woofé? F f f f f.
Youre getting it.
We can connect only to that which is not us
or an extension of us. ARF? Yes, its true
that all probable realities are extensions of us in a
way, but not until actualized... grrrr. Think
about it, Sandy. You are connected to all that will be in
your current plane of existence, so finding connections
is easy... grrr snap. Yes, even a cat could do
it. But to sense connections beyond oneself, or the
projection of oneself, is the art of connection--to see
patterns across pattern systems. Woof! Yes! To
sense a Sandy who is not a dog and is not any of the
spirits youve been or would be if you stayed mainly
on this plane. Dont dance... f f.
And now, Wonder Dog... ARF! Lets see if we
can get CT out of another mess. Hes caught in
linear thinking outside the Sphere of Compassion... ARF
ARF. And away we go. (4/16/2010)
Heres a semi-pith: that on Mothers Day
we also honor the many planes of connection and
connecting planes by which our entities ever-more complex
become. I like Yoda-speak, do I. Because while the
linearity of mom and kids is evident, the
complexity of the journey of being is not. We
are such a mess... no no no no no no... such a complex
product of relationships and connections.
For example, through you, mom, Im related to Jo March.
Go figure. Which means what? That its more complex
than linear. Even in acknowledging moms, we praise a
whole web of pre-being. And thats just physical.
How about the spiritual? Dont ask.
You are even spiritually related to those entities
which are made of spirit that didnt make it
permanently into complexities--that werent stable.
All those attempted but disassembled thingies--all them
parts. And now the big question: Youre part of a
lineage of a disassembled try, so which part was the
unsuccessful part, them or you? And the answer is yes.
Ponder that and thats it. (5/9/2010)
I am greeted with death and all its
possibilities, while most over there get only life
with its seeming limitations. Think globally, act
universally. (5/13/2010)
So, those planes. Now, are all planes planar to
each other, no. When one is on
ones plane, it appears planar, but other planes may
appear other than planar.
You can only perceive the ground of your being
as consistent, while other grounds of being may
appear consistent... or not. Dont judge a plane by
its appearance.
So, the trick is that some reality which looks to
you as a discontinuous jumble could be a plane of meaning
and understanding. Doesnt need to be what you
expect, in order to be what it is. You are not
the interpreter of existence. O yes, I am.
No. Yes. Arent. Am, too. No
way. Says who.
There is no universal view--unless you are one with
everything, and then youre a weiner. I relish the
thought. It takes many lives to catch up.
(5/16/2010)
So, a question: Have you ever been going your merry
way, with everything falling right into place, and then
suddenly it feels like youve gotten caught in an
existential twister... Auntie Em! Like, instead of smooth
and linear, existence is more circular and rough.
Then try Smooth-Out. CT, I am trying to be
serious. And Im just trying. We know!
So, whats up with that? Lets review our
last pith. A plane, as seen from another plane, may not
appear planar. And the rain in.... CT. So we
often assume the twister is about the plane we are on,
but usually it is about another plane which is
intersecting. And it appears helter-skelter to us until
we transition to it, and then for awhile the old plane
appears twister-like as well, until we can be just
totally flat-out in the new existence. At the point of
change there always appears chaos, but it is really 2
chaoses in 1. Its a breath chaos.
Dont. Keep going on! Candy? Dont.
And the parts are the chaos of becoming
and the chaos of unbecoming... and we know who
is unbecoming because he is about to make a smart
remark... wait, I mean a smart-ass remark. O I
thought I had won for once. No no no no, up against
moi, I dont think so. I lack self-esteem.
Sure.
And heres a little secret: If the transition
between the two planes is lengthy, the chaos can feel
like a plane of its own in which both past and present
planes appear to be the chaos instead. Lots of peeps,
leaving a plane of living which had been sustained for
years, get into the in-between and look back at that time
as pure confusion. What was I thinking? And
thats the pith for now... and then and then and
then but not then. (5/20/2010)
The test of all meaning is whether it can spiral
both waysdown to a central value, and out to
evermore inclusive realms. The real meaning has to be
true for the quick and the dead... and
smart and CT... Wait just a moment there, pardner.
Was you implying Im not smart. No, I
wasnt implying it. O, proceed. As much
as for dogs... ARF ARF... as for His Universalness.
Thats it in a nutcase. I mix my metaphors and add
ice. (5/24/2010)
Sometimes, people on a plane that has been left
behind try to deny the value and reality of the new
plane. Being present where you are and giving heed to
where you want to be is the way to go. Ponder that. It
sounds simple, but its not. (5/29/2010)
Laughter is always in the present! Whoa,
thats a big one. (5/29/2010)
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