(The synchronicity point as natural state rooted in authentic selfhood)
The Synchronicity Point is pure connection to The Spirit of Life. A natural state of being, self-generated and automatic, when we are living from a deep space of authenticity. This authenticity is founded upon a genuine sense of Self, a sense of Self which has its roots deeper than the physical body and the mental and emotional landscape which goes with.
It is the Spirit of Love and exists as Eternal Light deep within and above us all.
We can call this certainty Faith. Or better said in Sanskrit – Nizchay – a burning epicentre of certainty, the unshakeable knowing of who we truly are.
Life for so many is a struggle. Battling through life is a sure sign we are not connected to the Synchronicity Point. Once connected however, reality unfolds with ever increasing wonder, ease and Grace. Synchronicity, increased magnetism and harmonic flow states are achieved, reinforcing deeper and deeper levels of inner peace and contentment.
Unless a man first finds himself, finds his own essential nature and destiny, and begins from them, all his efforts and achievements will be built only on the sand of personality, and at the first serious shock the whole structure will crumble, perhaps destroying him in its fall. ~ Rodney Collins
The Modern Ego
The big problem comes when we believe we are the physical body-mind-emotion complex and try to make it ‘more successful’.
(The imprisoned spirit — how ego-identification distorts the wild soul)
Once consciousness, the True Self, is trapped in the prison of the mortal I, all manner of fear based reactions torment us. Our spirit is pure wildness itself. Encaged, it becomes distorted, demented, neurotic, a monster.
urge of all our yearning for achievement, addiction and desire.
So perhaps before we get too carried away with a bigger, better ME, let’s get honest about who we are before we start amplifying it.
Self-terrorized, fear-haunted, alert at every hand to meet and battle back the anticipated aggressions of his environment, which are primarily the reflections of the uncontrollable impulses to acquisition within himself. The giant of self-achieved independence is the world’s messenger of disaster. ~ Joseph Campbell
It is easier to pass a camel through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. ~ Jesus How Ego Distorts the Flow of Creation
How Ego Distorts the Flow of Creation
The Buddhist warrior monks have a saying – active laziness. It is the term they use to describe the busy person who, sub-consciously or not, uses busy-ness as a means of not facing themselves. The ego is a trap. It may very well be a fabulous house but living inside it always, we will never experience the sunshine and grass of spiritual freedom outside.
Stumbling around in a shadow world, at best a happy dream and at worst a nightmare, becoming a living hell. According to A Course in Miracles there is an order to awakening. The nightmare must transform into a happy dream and then we awaken.
Spirit is often denoted as masculine only because it is the thing we need to allow inside us. So, genuine spiritual practice is a yielding to and allowing Oneself, in sweet surrender, to be filled by an inflowing Presence.
The soul, acting through the character we call “I,” has projected these invisible archetypal forces into the ether through the power of thought.
(Charging the soul through reconnection to overcome etheric and archetypal influence)
By constantly, consciously connecting and re- connecting with The Source through The Synchronicity Point, we can charge the soul sufficiently to become immune to the influence of etheric stuckness and archetypal influence.
This desire to meet
the king, to be the King, is the impulse of the human soul to strive for the highest. As individual personalities expressing in the material world, our aspirations are defined by what we are conditioned to believe we are capable of. This, of course, is based upon who we believe we are.
In fact, it is scientifically validated that our five-sensory apparatus are only capable of registering something like 0.01% of the quantifiable energy spectrum. On top of this, the normal waking state only allows us to access 2% of our available genetic potential. Transforming the king involves the shamanic death of the ego and a purification of awareness and attitude. Being boiled alive in one’s feeling world occurs during and after death. If we choose consciously, it may occur before. Die before you die and then you won’t have to die, as the old saying goes. What the tale is helping us with is preparation for this moment. The jump of the hunter into the pot is symbolic of a conscious, willing act.
This spiritual hunger, however, cannot be satisfied by material food.
Only when I have returned to the awareness of my inner nature, the ocean, will I be free. In Sanskrit this is called Manmanabhav.
An immense power emanates from the horse and one is reminded of the illustration of Hanuman the great monkey king in Indian mythology who served Rama with such devotion. Both Hanuman and the horse represent warrior energy. The true warrior serves the King and, as we know, the hunter becomes the king.
Hanuman, however, represents the power of the heart-mind devoted to God. Hanuman was the only one to defeat Ravan, the devil, when he kidnapped Sita, the wife of Rama.
Sita symbolises the wandering feeling nature seduced by the illusion of Life. When his devotion to Rama was questioned Hanuman tore open his own chest and there filling his heart space was an image of his king.
The horse of power is representative of nothing less than what Jeshua refers to as the Holy Spirit. The super-conductive whole or holy mind which is in touch with God’s mind and to which we can turn to, in loving surrender, at any time for advice, knowing, that the advice we receive from this element will always be of the nature of saving grace.
The first radical movement in the story occurs when The Horse of Power is ignored. Consequences unfold from there. The horse is a source of wisdom and propulsion. It ‘carries’ awareness and at ‘the end of time’ rises again ridden by heroes.
This, for the hunter and Vasselisa, is a tale of union through purification; for the false king, it is death.
Faith is often defined as a form of inner certainty even with evidence to the contrary. Conviction is even a better word than faith.
You are now the king in love with your wife, are you feeling complete? Yes you are, aren’t you?
Feeling complete, humble, and regal is our birthright; it is a natural state of being. The True King is full of gratitude and love for life. His confidence is born from his intimate relationship with wonder. His own life experience has left him in awe of the secrets of life. The fact that he is the king, born through the purification of his body-feeling-mind, guarantees he is the embodiment of peace.
Active awareness, the hunter, serving the false king (ego) in the forest of the mind, and the receptive feminine aspect of our being (soul), floating peacefully off the shores of the material world.
The Sophia energy is returning to our world and women are the carriers of the codes. As men it is our function to stand in our true authentic power and provide these women with the lightning rod of certainty so that they can truly become fully embodied.
(Pain, darkness, and impossible foes as the necessary conditions for true brightness)
In order for us to shine with our true brightness, we need an equivalent amount of darkness in which to blaze. In order for us to demonstrate our true strength we need an impossible foe to wrestle and in order to express the power of Love that we are, we need an unforgivable wound to forgive. Life is not a little game. It is a big one. Life is not a cheap, soap opera sit- com, it is a soul shuddering epic event.
In the same spirit that David met Goliath, Jesus met the cross, Skywalker met Vadar and Avatar defeated the machine, we must, like Arjuna on the battlefield of Kurushetra, wipe the tears of ignorance from our eyes and see the world for what it truly is.
Your pain is the breaking of the shell which encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break that it’s heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. ~ Kahlil Gibran
The British government at the time was deftly engaged in a campaign of disinformation and propaganda which brainwashed swollen mothers into believing that the milk in their breasts was somehow inferior to the dried cow’s milk powder they were now being sold. The shocking obviousness of this lie, is a reflection of the way we, like cattle and sheep, are, even today, impotently following the herd-masters dictate. Lincolnshire has the highest number of practicing Satanists in the country and strangely enough, the farmhouse in which I grew was haunted.
Suffice it to say that the terrifying invasiveness of the experiences took a while to integrate and it was not until an Iboga journey some 45 years later that I really felt at peace with the initiation and ordeal.
And could you but keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would seem no less wondrous than your joy. ~ Kahlil Gibran
There is something altogether unstoppable in the blazing magnificence of the human spirit. If you prune a tree it only grows more vigorously. If you chop back the bush it only comes back thicker. And if you batter a child, who is in touch with that same wild thing, he will, one day, ascend to a far brighter
sphere on account of that treatment. Life knows this and you should too.
So many youngsters, even today, are the specific target of a well-engineered, aggressive, invasive system, perfectly designed to disable and confuse, castrate and permanently wound the very seeds of Life itself. Like Cronos, who ate his children, the modern world, in which I grew, was doing the same and, although this is my story of yesterday, all of it is happening today. The gift in all of this madness is that in order to rise above it, to transcend its shuddering toxic affect, qualities of being must be found, virtues of invincibility that, like sleeping seeds in the soil of your inner nature, await to be watered by your own unshakeable faith.
(The wound as initiation — pain driving us to the riches within)
All of this pain is to drive us deeper into that soil, into the very roots of ourselves to that splendid secret place where all of your riches lie.
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons which pass over your fields. And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief. ~ Kahlil Gibran
One of these significant stages is the receiving of a wound. We have all been wounded and there is a very deep soul wound in the world. The purpose of our life experience is to heal it. The karma of the soul is being played out in the world and the physical body.
Our society and culture has no such structure in which to use pain intelligently to re-shape the psyche of the youth in an appropriate container guided by the mentorship of the elders. Life, therefore, must administer the pain in seemingly random events of misfortune or fate.
Life is always communicating, teaching and showing the way, if only our eyes are open to the true brightness behind the light of the day.
I loved that horse and his spirit and for years I have mirrored his madness and unpredictable surging rush for a freedom that I knew not where to find. I give thanks for the lessons he taught me.
Thankfully the cushion of laughter provided a release valve for our stressed- out psyches and along with the birth of punk rock came Monty Python and the apparently official approval by the British Broadcasting Corporation to express our insanity, frustration and eccentricity with gay abandon. This, to us, was a very welcome and unexpected release and we took full advantage of it.
Like most boys my main motivation to succeed was to receive the approval of my father, to hear the words that mean so much. To a beaten dog the tender touch which comes from the hand that both owns and wounds him means more, so very much more, than any amount of tenderness from a stranger’s hand.
Apart from reinforcing a distaste and distrust for anything being forced upon me by the system, school also succeeded in presenting spirituality and religion in a sufficiently repulsive light that I could not actually even bring myself to say the word “God” until I was almost 30 years old.
The modern world today, magnificent mirror that it is, reflects back to us the contents of our soul. All of the wonder, the dizzy, spinning marvels of our creation are soaked in the blood of innocent children and no amount of tears can wash that blood away. The whole world is crying out for the healing of the schism within us all. This great dramatic call for peace is not for the warrior within us to lay down and sleep but to awaken. Perhaps Percy Bysse Shelley put it as well as anyone when he said: ‘Rise like Lions after slumber in unvanquishable number – Shake your chains to earth
like dew which in sleep had fallen on you – Ye are many – they are few.’
In the myths, this is often represented by an encounter with some wise guide who prepares the reluctant hero for the trials that lie before him, the meeting with the monster
so to speak, and imparts some secret, which guarantees victory, where many had failed before. Think Luke Skywalker and Yoda or Neo and Morpheus.
This wise counsel also exists within us and it is highly advisable to attune to its silent promptings.
Our rudimentary 5 senses perceive only a tiny fragment of 1% of the quantifiable energy spectrum which surrounds us.
Great winds of change are blowing and they are blowing those karmic webs of ego fantasy away.
Soul seeds, sparks of Divinity, fragments and molecules of God, are the children of Life planted in this wonderful medium.
Our feelings are the magnetic power by which the substance of creation is bonded and attracted to form around us.
Appropriately accommodating “the wound” in a developing psyche, especially when that wound is linked to the highest expression of Divinity is an effective means of instilling the understanding at a sensitive age that there is pain in life and that all pain, when appreciated and understood, is a messenger from the highest.
As the false comfort zone of modern materialistic society implodes, the monster of ego, once denied its pacifying distractions and toys, will express its dark and twisted
nature. It is at this juncture that the hero within us will be called to face this creature. If we are prepared and our inner hero is victorious then we will birth a wonderful world, a veritable heaven on Earth.
The potential shock factor contained in this equation, as waves of Truth collide with the falsehood of the world, will literally wrench our consciousness from clinging to its silly ego games.
Rather than fear paralyzing me I would use it as motivation and impetus to catapult myself into the domain of these creatures and fearlessly rampage through their ranks, chasing them all over the place with tremendous explosions of violence.
It was not until I was 35 years old, after being introduced to Jesus by some super cool surfers, that I sang a little song we used to sing together after Bible study and closed that chapter of my life.
A hero has faced it all: he need not be undefeated, but he must be undaunted. ~ Andrew Berstein
Hossegor is also on the world circuit of the professional surfing tour and every year the best pro surfers in the world would come through town and I would massage them and spar with the toughest of them all.
These guys read the Bible, talked to Jesus, used the I Ching, quoted Yogananda, practiced yoga, could scrap like the wind, prayed, meditated and smoked hashish.
never forget the air of invincibility I breathed before we fought, as I laced up my brother’s small red boxing gloves, my soul aflame, roaring in the fires of love.
That night, strengthened by this Force, Frank was no match for me at all. It was the only time I ever beat him, and we were eventually to become as close friends as circumstance would allow.
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under the heavens: A time to be born and a time to die; A time to plant and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill and a time to heal; A time to break down and a time to build up. A time to week and a time to laugh; A time to mourn and a time to dance. ~ Ecclesiastes The Preacher
One that every man instinctively recognizes, it is a challenge, man to man, warrior to warrior, and although, that day, I offered the challenge to maybe 100 different men, not one of them, thank God, picked up the gauntlet that day. This kind of confidence, this recklessness, was the absolute pinnacle of this phase of my life.
One of the tests was to swim a mile with my hands and feet tied together.
I hacked my way through a jungle of self-pity, confusion and contempt, terrorized and wrestling all of the way with the frightening beast of self-destruction that the curse of ignorance is.
(The invincible human spirit — life prunes, spirit returns stronger)
Is this not the principle of God that unites us all? The living, dynamic, super intelligent, all seeing, all knowing, ever present, everywhere, totally infinite power that is the ruler of all life and the invisible substance out of which nature takes its form. With this in mind, is it not in our very best interests to live life in harmony with the will of this incredible power, surely our most abundant natural resource?
The same force that Luke had when he faced his dark father (Darth Vader), and the same spirit that Jesus and all the rest of them embodied to such a high degree.
Thou shalt know; self-chosen are the woes that fall on men – how wretched, for they see not good near, nor hearken to its voice – few only know the pathway deliverance from ill. ~ Pythagoras Grecian philosopher, 6th century BC
The first 3 months, after leaving France, were devoted entirely to writing. Through floods of tears, in freezing cold, I unloaded the contents of my soul. At the beginning of a blind Odyssey looking only for God I had spent 6 weeks in a Christian Hindu monastery in Wales and had a total Kundalini activation whilst watching a sunset of such perfection that I was utterly overwhelmed by the vision I beheld.
I had no genuine preference whether I lived or died. Death held no fear and the world held no particular allure.
Consciousness is acutely sensitive and although we cannot turn the 5 senses off, we can activate and engage a deeper sense of knowingness and awareness with which to navigate and
pounding liquid beauty in the surf of the Atlantic-ocean. During this time, I did a lot of fire walking and barefoot glass walking improving my focus and concentration and reclaiming the shattered fragments of my mind.
I grieved for my brother and father, whom I had very recently witnessed pass over. After some more miles of tears I very definitely felt the spirit of the bird enter my body through my sacral centre. Then a voice came from within me “I am the messenger of Love, take my wings, take my tail, and bury my body in the earth.” I kept those wings for years and did incredible energy clearing work with them. The spirit of the bird may still reside within me.
Bull moved closer, inches navigated with primordial predatory ferocity, his fights in the pit filling his biology with cellular readiness, teeth dripping yellow, twitching on the blocks, waiting for the gun, which was any movement from me — the signal to unleash his savage, dark, primordial fury. Have you ever seen a dog like this? Can you imagine a creature with an instinct to clamp on with the jaws and not let go until death?
(The call to burn the prison and come alive)
Die Die to who you think you are, Drown yourself in the waterfall of light you have been ignoring all your life. While you are stumbling around in the house with the lights off, The whole universe is singing love songs for you. Look up and smile.
What else are you here to do? Burn the walls of your mental prison by pouring the gasoline of love on your tiny glowing soul flame. Come alive and blaze. Come alive and live! For God’s sake live! What else are you here to do?
The Cage The Cage you call your reality is a counterfeit world. You are drugged, being date raped by your own ego. That reflection you see in the mirror is not who you are If you want a real mirror, go travel the whole world with a smile on your face and take all the small roads.
Deep Dive While politics and religion have been crucifying, murdering and confusing for thousands of years, God is safely hiding inside of you. Nameless. Eternal. Pouring Perfect Love from an invisible waterfall high within and above you. Bubbling peace from a well spring deeply buried inside of you. A precious gift awaits. Take a breath and go for a deep dive and find out for yourself.
Silence The things you wish you could say Will never be said in words The things you wish to convey Will forever remain unheard But this is the way of things Frustrating though it may be so Trying to contain the spirit When we just have to let it flow And as it moves our being We emanate it’s presence and peace And all of that yakking and quacking When it stops Allows silence to speak