Thursday 13 August 2015


Welcome to the world of mirages and when followed in the desert lead to disillusionment. 
There are many stories about desert travellers who were not aware of mirages or were so thirsty they fell for the illusion and many perished doing so.
I bring this subject up as it again goes with and is a companion of identity crisis.
On three days a week or so ago I was in a park, a 'posh restaurant', and in my usual cafe when these conversations took place.
I was sitting in a park, actually it is a circle of tarmac with four seats which can seat four / five folks, the supermarket and mall is nearby, a small one, the small bus station and a market on Wednesdays and Saturdays all near, small but compact, a library and car park complete the scene. This affords a wide variety of people who often come to wait for the bus or like me meet a few regulars for a chat about the world and so on.
One of the fellows is a highly educated physicist, well read in the philosophies ancient and new, and he has seen the 'living desert' the so called desolation and despair of the transitory nature of life, the impermanence.
He dropped out of professorship, a lucrative position, left his wife and family, he sleeps in fields, carries his belongings in a back pack.  He has taken to alcohol and is kind person. We began talking some three years back about atoms, particles and the seemingly solid world, he like many I know did not feel the answer or solace could or would come from inner reflection and although he could intellectually see and logically identify the process, he would sing in his despair and admitted running away and  a popular song for his mantra.  
What's it all about Alfie
Is it just for the moment we live

What's it all about
When you sort it out, Alfie
Are we meant to take more than we give
Or are we meant to be kind?

And if, if only fools are kind, Alfie
Then I guess it is wise to be cruel
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie
What will you lend on an old golden rule?

As sure as I believe there's a heaven above
Alfie, I know there's something much more
Something even non-believers can believe in

I believe in love, Alfie
Without true love we just exist, Alfie
Until you find the love you've missed
You're nothing, Alfie

When you walk let your heart lead the way
And you'll find love any day Alfie, oh Alfie
What's it all about Alfie?
Writer(s): Sonny Rollins, Hal David, Burt Bacharach
Copyright: Famous Music LLC, Ensign Music, New Hidden Valley Music Company
Sometimes we are joined by a man in his eighties, he is very much like my neighbour downstairs who wants to 'pan' me and kill me, this is because both of them, they do not one another, support a certain football team, and know that I played years back after a trial for their perceived enemy,  'my old team'.  The man in the park hates asylum seekers and immigrants, says he is Christian, never goes to church, he buys three papers everyday and only looks at the football pages and swears like mad at the transfer fees and the money involved. He says he loathes me and would go to jail because I do not share his views and the ex boffin tries to calm him down, they both swig some beer. These people are my teachers, they show me where I cling to my perceived reality and mind set, the mirage of my mind pattern programmes, habits and rituals that I take as me, my 'solid' world, and yet I know deep inside there is the foundation of no foundation.
So many poets, musicians, artists, writers of the pop world, folk music as well as those of the classics saw this.
Ralph Mc Tell The Streets of London
Krishnamurti during our conversation  said that loneliness was a very important factor in despair and violence.  When I worked away from home and I could not join with my colleagues to pick up girls at dances, or go to the pub and get blotto. I felt that the emptiness was despairing and unlike Eckhart Tolle who accepted his emptiness and walked around London and sat on benches, the difference is in the 'head / brain' experience. I felt like the words in dear Ralph's song, yet I did not get into despair in depth because something deep inside kept nagging at me, there is something beyond this, and so I found nearly everything in Life was temporary and that if I clung to that which will disappear, dissolve, I would be chasing shadows, get into abject disillusionment. I was between a rock and a hard place.
Have you seen the old man
In the closed-down market
Kicking up the paper,
with his worn out shoes?
In his eyes you see no pride
Hand held loosely at his side
Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news
Chorus: So how can you tell me you're lonely,
And say for you that the sun don't shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London
Show you something to make you change your mind
Have you seen the old girl
Who walks the streets of London
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags?
She's no time for talking,
She just keeps right on walking
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
In the all night cafe
At a quarter past eleven,
Same old man sitting there on his own
Looking at the world
Over the rim of his teacup,
Each tea lasts an hour
And he wanders home alone
Have you seen the old man
Outside the Seaman's Mission
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears
In our winter city,
The rain cries a little pity
For one more forgotten hero
And a world that doesn't care
Read more: Ralph McTell - Streets Of London Lyrics | MetroLyrics  
When I worked in London in a main London Police Station just near Marble Arch, you see the crime, the dirt, the shame, pity and guilt.  Then on Tuesdays and Thursdays a walk to Piccadilly to the walk in Clinic at St James Church and listen to the patients and their plight.  Walking back over the countless people sleeping rough and so on, the prostitutes, the drug dealers, the mad drunks and so on.  Then looking at the wealthy night clubs and restaurants.   Forensics, Tai Chi, Meditation, presenting workshops and so on----and at one time  saying--- for what?  
 Again my NDE in 1942 and early meditation with that USA pilot in High Wycombe and the ju jutsu came to save me, the memory of that space and freedom, where was this in me now.  After I experienced it all those years back.
I was a lay Zen Monk and it seemed as though I had a choice, stay in a monastic situation or go out into the world and face all the temptations, give up everything including Zen, just throw myself into business, my job, so I decided more or less in spite of myself to leave the monastic situation and go into the world. Several times I ran for my sanity, near a year in Minorca, Samye Ling and Findhorn. I found the communities, isolation, monastic were not for me.   My disillusionment was getting less of a grip, I stuck to my meditation, awareness without op-pinion, attention without intention and now and again the inner peace would come as grace, I found that relaxing and just gazing with alertness into the infinity, the eternity of inner space was a kind of invitation for another 'consciousness to seep in'.  If I tried it as escape it would not work. It was a gift from somewhere else.
To my mind there is noway that one can manufacture grace.  It is what it is and it seems to come in that 'magic' moment when a 'Trap Door' seems to open, the thinking mind evaporates and something fills the vacant space----the strange thing is it doesn't fill anything, it is just space a dynamic emptiness.  It seems as though I was and am working through the facets and aspects of my life some of them I depicted in Post 223.  I  was working through the mirages of my Life, the fact is this; I became disillusioned at first I tried to reconcile my inner peace with my outer realisation of the expediency and impermanence, then I went into the living desert, the barren land, the dark night of the soul, which I have written out in energygrid.
In the worldly life of course the mirage is real FOR AS LONG AS IT LASTS, however knowing it is an appearance in space and time as indeed I am, then if we cling onto that which fades and goes, we feel loss, HOWEVER, we can enjoy the mirage knowing it is not real. The magic is; yes I can enjoy it, let it go and know there is not a gaping hole and loneliness if I cannot get a repeat and make it last forever.  How so? Well we have the inner which becomes the outer experience of the empty void which is a feeling of freedom and as space is indestructible, only if you blot it out, yet it still remains behind the blot, remember the bubble which is the form arising from the emptiness which is the creator of the bubble, prick it, the bubble bursts however the space remains.
As the image depicts, let us play with it, supposing the you, the me that creates and sends bubbles throughout mind intention, the instrument above, the soap the mind substance, and suppose you could shape the bubble to your desire.  Yet try as you may the bubble may burst and you may feel down and despairing, you could photograph them, memorise them, feel and keep the joy of them.  This becomes a programme a habit and keep on with this it gets so ingrained it becomes your reality.  Can we be the space that creates the bubbles / the universe and yet realise that will burst one day, perhaps billions of years if you are a star, however, if you feel that you are the emptiness from whence all issues forth and cannot die as it were, what is that then?
My very dear and wealthy friends treat me to a meal twice a week and they are very kind as they no my situation.  We were to go to a upmarket restaurant similar to the one above, however they couldn't make it so they left a message to put it onto their tab.
This was my first time in this place. When I went in and to a table shown by the waitress, I got look of the 'wealthy' because I knew who they were, some celebrities, and my casual attire was not entirely fitting, I was sized up.
One of the waitresses was a very beautiful young lady, demure, lovely in nature and was being 'chatted up' by a sneering lout who was rude, filthy in language and happened to be very famous.  I know I am being judgemental, however, my gut feeling was one of nausea.  The young lady and I chatted about life and she felt the falseness of it as her friends did, especially where she came from, a war torn zone. We spoke about impermanence and her friends and her are coming to a meet up with me and to meditate and experiment with the inner 'looking' and to see the results if any. There will be no charge and they will teach me about their despondency and so we will journey together.  Part of their article.
Paleoclimatologists also study the atmosphere.  In the 1980’s, scientists began extracting and analyzing pockets of ancient air trapped in Greenland’s ice, to find out what the atmosphere used to be like.  In 1997, American and Russian researchers began measuring CO2 levels in microscopic air bubbles in theVostok ice cores in eastern Antartica.  They have collected data from samples going back 800,000 years.
The-Iceman-National-Ice-Core-Lab       vostok 2
On a graph their data show CO2 levels rising and falling in a fairly regular pattern.  Scientists compared the CO2 data with graphs showing the Earth’s temperature during the same period of time. And found that they line up.
Here’s an overlay of the atmospheric CO2 and temperature graphs.
The temperature rises, then atmospheric CO2 levels rise, and then the temperature rises some more.
These graphs came from the EPA (US Environmental Protection Agency) and IPCC (International Panel on Climate Change) websites.  As researchers have continued taking samples and improving their methods of analyzing data, they’ve found that the red and blue lines correlate even more closely than originally thought.
So, why does the Earth’s climate vary in a pattern like that? And why has the Earth had ice ages?
And wait, it’s pretty clear that the Earth’s CO2 levels were varying long before human beings ever put up factories and started burning fossil fuels, what’s going on with that?
The Earth’s warming/cooling cycles are called “Milankovic cycles” after theSerb mathematician who first described them in the 1930s.
Milutin Milankovic figured out that the Earth’s orbit isn’t always precisely the same. It varies ever so slightly from year to year, just a little bit of difference that means we get more sun at times. These cycles last about 100,000 years. He showed that other planets in our solar system do the same thing.
Milankovic  Cycle.
Wonderful stuff. Gives me hope.
NASA's Fermi shows Gamma Rays as bubbles or circles. 2 mins
Lovely dog and lady dance.  4mins
Go Well.  Dance and Laugh.  Geoff
Epic view of Moon transiting Earth. 20 secs.
NASA TRACKS WHALES. 7 mins. Wow what a Robot.

Are Humans Really Part Of A Game For Robots? Scientists Claim The Universe Could Be FAKE

Courtesy Flikr and link above
The gist of the article is in my view that we are created in a  matrix and that very advanced Robots designed us, this is of course coming back to Ray Kurzwell's idea to put all of us on a hard drive in a super computer and we would not know the difference and lead an immortal happy life for ever and ever,-----mind you hope the hardrive and software don't break down, or those who computed us as algorithms decide to eliminate us, of course the programmers just have to be the elite and we wouldn't have a say, that's what we are heading to now with austerity measures and human rights vanishing.  See Post 136 A special NO 2, Post 135 A. Special NO 1,Posts 138 and 139.
OK so lets's go along with the Robot theory(take note of Robot NASA) above and in the Posts then ask yourself this QUESTION who designed the super Robot that created the fake Universe?
OK what's next, well being very judgemental could it be that scientists will not acknowledge that an intelligence not in an embodied form, such as an energy source, and this energy source is an intelligent and issues forth its creation from within itself.
This is similar to to the notion we are but figments of a dreamer.
However this then begs the QUESTION how did the dreamer, perhaps God arrive. Then we come to the QUESTION of the big bang, and explosion. Who caused the explosion, was it an ah ha from an invisible mind, how did that arrive.
When you look at the image above this at the quote from the Upanishads, it seems when thoughts become silent(hard for some scientists and theologians with politicians and various academics, me too) when this arises, for me in meditation(not sleep, day dreaming) it is as if a 'hand' or sliding apparatus, a lift door, a slide, a door from the attic to the sky, a melting, a covering gently wafting silently and softly away occurs and my mind as a localised contained ring fenced phenomena becomes wider, broader, expanded and seemingly united albeit briefly and sometimes extended into a vaster reality or expanded mind that is not personal or local. 
This image above came from a film I saw once I think it was ;

Space Cowboys (2000)

PG  |   |  ActionAdventureThriller  | 22 September 2000 (UK)
When a retired engineer is called upon to rescue a failing satellite, he insists that his equally old teammates accompany him into space.


 Anyway as beautiful as that view maybe to my mind as the astronauts have shared from the ISS in their down time, they just are fascinated with the Earth. 
Undoubtedly an amazing feat, the article that interested me most tackled how traveling to the moon changed the lives of the 24 American men (yes, no women) who went there.
Turns out quite a few of the men ended up taking life different paths upon their return to Earth. Buzz Aldrin became an alcoholic, James Irwin founded the religious organization, High Flight Foundation, and Charles Duke formed theDuke Ministry for Christ.
Astronaut Edgar Mitchell, who rode on Apollo 16 in 1971, had this to say about the adventure:
What I do remember is the awesome experience of recognizing the universe was not simply random happenstance…that there was something more operating than just chance.
“It is becoming increasingly clear that the human mind and physical universe do not exist independently. Something as yet indefinable connects them. This connective link-between mind and matter, intelligence and intuition-is what Noetic Sciencesis all about.”
– Edgar D. Mitchell
Astronauts share their overview and awesome Earth Gazing  19 mins
When one encounters the awesome effect, such as I have had when 'how does this planet survive in space, how did it get here and so on, and just gaze at the picture especially a smaller Earth in a black background, this ball we live on, the shallow line of atmosphere?  What happens to me if I suspend judgement my mind kind of goes into a freeze frame, the shock of 'suspended thought', if I relax in that I get into an expansion, like a free fall, and I experience bliss and inner calm(the ET's I am aware of have this calm, this lack of extremes and are benevolent) because in this state of 'suspended' mind, the internal dialogue naturally suspended and not held or repressed naturally brings forth compassion, a state of benign expression, a serenity and solitude. As was said in the video ' one lets go of oneself''. 
 When one lets go of oneself, not in a hysterical egoistic loss of self control, a loutish flamboyant hooligan full of profanity and 'look at me Iv'e made it' and is not afraid to surrender to something far greater, then one can experience that awesome feeling and not necessarily contemplating an image, chanting, mantra and so on, they maybe aids, however, sometimes aids become so much part of oneself, that the mind rests there, become fixed and feels it is free, it is free as long as it not in denial and that freedom is mind made and expedient until challenged and a wake up call arouses that and then withdrawal and  a realisation that one has to move on, out and expand, not expand the logic and thought, no, expand into the space of emptiness which is a living dynamic. 
So once again it takes the academics, the doctors, politicians and the you's and me's to have the courage to go outside the box, a new way, not based on a refurbishment, a make over of the old, a cosmetic job. This is a real person, a spiritual warrior, it like the Universe is constantly expanding, and Universes, our mind Universe is held in the grip of constantly repeating cycles, that we hold in place, and perhaps collectively hold our view of space, life, religion, science in place, so we do a history repeat itself.  We keep reinventing ourselves, discover the wheel again. Are you tired, bored, hate the politics, war, pollution, the lies and deceit, well meditate as above, become awesome.
Pleiades  awesome choreography and special effects. 5 mins.  Goes well with Post Title.
Iran Meteor strike 3 mins
Leaked KGB file on Aliens. 30 mins.  Make up your mind time?
Some of it I know is genuine.
This could well fit in with my Post Title.
Cheers. Be Well.  Geoff

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