I am a boat-rocker, a wave maker… I get banged up a lot, and I don’t even notice it. It is my nature to be bold and speak openly what I see is amiss.
And in other situations I tiptoe… I tread lightly… quite out of character, wouldn’t you say?
I watch you tiptoe in situations when I speak and speak when I tiptoe… i.e. do the opposite of what I do and what I recommend that you do.
Summary: people don’t understand why their vibration is so low… in spite of all the work they have done on themselves, or the positive outlook they have on life, a life of making a difference, meditation, etc. Here are some of my answers…
You live in and through your mind. You are curious, you ask a lot of questions, you amassed a lot of Tree of Knowledge type knowledge, and you feel secure in the world. You may have even achieved some success… But you are out of touch. Out of touch with your body, out of touch with your emotions, out of touch with reality. You don’t have the capacities of an Expanding Human Being, and you are not interested in becoming one. The price (all that “knowledge) is too much for you.
Everybody is surprised to hear that Canada’s vibration is not friendly to my products, and that people from Canada have lower vibration on average than the rest of the world.
Canadians themselves are offended… From their point of view, they are the highest vibrating, most friendly, most moral, highly socially conscious people on the planet.
I have worked for myself for the past 40 years with a short, three-year stint working for the City of Jerusalem…
But even there, it was both clear and unclear to me that the number one skill to make a living is the ability to sell… in person, on the phone, on a video, or in writing.
In fact… it is not just a skill you need to make a living… it is a skill needed to make a life…
Because either you sell them… or they sell you….
I’d rather be the seller, thank you very much.
Now, why am I telling you this?
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We all want to remove the filters, at least those of us that even know about them.
But what you need to understand is this: filters are necessary. Without filters reality cannot get through to you, without filters you are not able to interact with reality at all.
What is a filter, really? Filter is a predefined translator. Partially it is words. If and when you cannot name something, it doesn’t exist for you, or you don’t have any power to interact with it.
I remember my first encounter with “there is no filter/words for this thing” some 30-40 years ago in a book of short stories. There was this thing, heavy, big, silent, and it was threatening as hell… and the whole town was in fear of it. They didn’t know what it was, and therefore they had no way to interact with it.
What is the definition of powerful? Or power?
Powerful is a Creator’s word, or a word about creation.
Power is the speed at which your word is made reality
A president is considered powerful, but if you look, the real decisions aren’t made by the president, the president is a mere figurehead. They seem to be the person who declares war and such, but if you knew how things happen in the “administration” you would be surprised how little power the president has, and how much power the “administration” has. I myself was stunned to learn about that in The Cobwebbed, the book I am now reading for the second time.
Daylight savings time is just another way government and the powers that be indoctrinate you to cut yourself off from nature and follow the rule of the many.
Being cut off from your inner wisdom has come about gradually. Some were rules of your Mother… who didn’t know any better. Who was told that all humans were created equal… but your sense of language, your ability to think, don’t sufficiently distinguish between equal and same. It may be true that all humans deserve the same opportunities, the same treatment when they made a mistake, the same rights to do things. That is the meaning of equal. Pretty much the meaning of no prejudice can be justified…
But same means identical, and that is so far off the truth that it is staggering.
I expect to receive a lot of hate-mail for this article. Why? Because it is not politically correct. Because it tells the brutal truth, naked and ugly as it is. Don’t read if you can’t deal with the truth. You have been warned!
I find that I am afraid. I find that I wish people didn’t read this article. I am afraid of getting killed…. and yet, I am hitting the publish button…
Real Learning is really hard
I had a conversation with a friend. I shared with him that I am selling off my books and DVD’s on Amazon.com.
He has been at my place, and he was really interested. My place is crowded because I pretty much never throw anything away.
He asked me: what would it be like if you got home one day, and all the stuff you don’t really need would be gone? Picked up and gone.
I told him, that I had done that with my clothes, and I am still grieving from it.
I like the process of choosing to sell something, or give it away, one by one. It is a growing experience for me, it is a grieving, a separation, I grief the amount of work that went into the purchase (I work for my money… surprise!) and the mistake I made, or the enjoyment I got out of the stuff.
There is a video that is making the circles on youtube and facebook about elephants painting.
There is a lot of ooh and aaah, fascination, love of animals, and the paintings can sell for a lot of money…
So I first researched, then muscle tested if in fact the elephants are
1. self aware
2. if they paint the pictures on their own accord… because it just didn’t feel right.
I like French movies. For the most part they are off-kilter, and not obvious. Which means that they may not come from the mind, they may not come from the horizontal.
But, from time to time, they slip through a movie that pushes the band wagon, pushes the societal conspiracy to enslave you.
The movie that has been coming up in my mind with a sense of urgency, is the movie “My Best Friend”.
That is a move where the main character, an art dealer, forced, by a bet, to befriend someone.
