Do You Believe In Fairies? Clap Your Hands

Spoiler Alert: Last night, on Netflix, I watched a British film called “Hippopotamus”. The main character and narrator is a  late middle aged British critic whose sardonic skepticism is equaled only by his sense of personal failure and self-loathing. In the film, he is called to an aristocratic country home to investigate rumors that a younger son there—the critic’s godson—has developed supernatural healing abilities. A man, a horse, and several women have been reported as cured of life-threatening illnesses when the boy laid hands upon them.

“Hippopotamus” is well scripted and well acted. The main character’s acerbic wit both appeals and appalls. But the ending is predictable. The critic—a former poet plagued with writer’s block for decades—unmasks the “healings” as a con on the part of the boy: one of the women dies, and the others’ symptoms return, except for the horse’s, who turns out to have been suffering from nothing worse than a hangover brought on by lapping up an alcoholic beverage accidentally dumped into its water bucket by the critic.

There is a happy ending of sorts: the boy admits to the con; is reconciled with his father, whom the con had been designed to impress; the critic’s writer’s block dissolves; and he starts making poems again. But the underlying assumptions of the film are what I’ve come to expect from modern secular media: there is no God; “miracles” are simply chance occurrences explicable by natural law; and anyone who believes in God, the supernatural, faith, or life after death is a self-deluded lamebrain.

True confession time: The movie depressed me. Against all experience and true expectation, I had deep down hoped that the main character would at least have been left with some doubts about the certitude of his materialism. When the hope was dashed, my ancient doubts concerning the true nature of my own mystical and psychic experiences rose up chattering. This is nothing new—my mind has always been a house divided, rationalist on one side, mystic on the other—and when such dark moods descend on me, I feel like a charlatan who has wasted his life living in a dream world.

Oddly enough, when I go into trance, or throw the cards for a client, or am in the presence of others who have had mystical experiences, my doubts recede, and the quiet joy of knowing that Divine Love is real, and that we are all,  ultimately, safe, returns.  But when I am alone in my flat, at night, it is more difficult to recapture that startling sense of peace I experience in the day.

This dualism is in part inherited: My father was an agnostic and purported rationalist; my mother, a high church Episcopalian who taught me from an early age “If I should die before I wake, I pray my Lord my soul to take.” I always felt torn between them, to the point where, as a child, I taught myself to sleep on my back rather than on my left or right side, because Daddy slept on the left side of the bed he shared with Mommy, and Mommy slept on the right side, and I felt if I chose right or left I would be siding with one parent against the other.

Tonight, as I lay in bed suffocating beneath the dread that the materialists are right, and that my mystic experiences are nothing more than brain farts, I could understand how some people believe in demon oppression or soulsucking negative thoughtform attacks—because I felt attacked, not by demons, but by the overwhelmingly pessimistic materialism of modern secular intellectual culture. And the thought came to me: You don’t have to give in to these doubts. You have a choice, based upon your experience, to believe in spirit guides, nature spirits, ghosts, reincarnation, soul travel, ESP, Tarot, channeling, and other manifestations of nonlinear consciousness, or not to believe in them. Which choice makes your life run more smoothly while not violating either your reason or your intuition? Choose now.

My lifelong difficulty reconciling my father’s agnosticism with my mother’s emotional religiosity was predicted, many years ago, when I was a sophomore at St. John’s College in Annapolis, Maryland. I developed a crush on a bisexual upperclassman who dabbled in the occult, inspired by the characters in John Fowles’ The Magus. One day, while in a pot-fueled trance, he predicted that I would spend my life standing on the crossroads showing the way for others to follow, while never taking that path myself.

Tonight I say: I choose to believe that life is more than a molecular dance, wondrous though that dance may be. Tonight I choose to believe that Spirit is real, and that my experiences of It are glimpses of a truth underlying, upholding, and surrounding the truths of physical reality. To put it another way, words deliberately chosen to irritate the the sophisticated atheist who lives inside me: tonight I choose to believe in fairies. And if you choose to believe in them, too? Why, do what Peter Pan invited us to do when Tinker Bell lay at death’s door. If you believe in fairies, clap your hands. •

 

The Invisible Irrelevant in the Living Room

Rand Lee is a freelance writer and psychic consultant based in Santa Fe, New Mexico..

Ever since Donald Trump was installed as President of the United States, I’ve had a hard time sitting down at the computer and trance-writing “Life On the Borderlands”. To be frank, given the enormity of the injustices being perpetrated in this country and around the world, I’ve come to feel that this blog is pretty irrelevant.

It’s not that “The Family” and I haven’t been able to help anybody. A fair number of you have told me you’ve felt inspired, consoled, and expanded by some of the words that have appeared here. It’s just that I feel the forces of darkness pushing, pushing, pushing to remake the USA into Putin’s Russia, and it’s difficult for me to believe that anything “The Family” and I say can make the slightest contribution toward staving off the final outcome.

mercyNo sooner do I voice this on my computer screen, than from deep within me a contrary set of memes wells up, challenging my pessimism. I am reminded of the I Ching ideogram often called in English “The Healing Power of the Small”: if this blog helps even one person, isn’t it worth doing? And I receive the gentle suggestion that perhaps part of my discouragement is rooted in noble hopes for the salvation of the world but in the fact that I feel, after years of striving, I have not “made something of myself”—i.e., earned enough money, fame, recognition, weight loss, and status in the “real” world to win the respect of my (mostly long dead) childhood critics and detractors.

In the late fall of 2013, I was leading a group heart chakra meditation when I dropped into a spontaneous and entirely unexpected experience of complete and utter safety. It was like waking from a rather troublesome dream, and realizing with a start of relief that what I had thought was real life—a world of force, threat, blame, and shame—was not the ultimate reality at all. The ultimate reality was that deep down in the core of myself I am, and always will be, safe. And the Love that pervades deep reality needs no praise, no worship, no gratitude, nothing at all, for It is complete in Itself, and therefore free to love without question everything in me and my reality that I call “good,” and everything in me and my reality that I call “bad.”

I wish to stress that this vision felt, when I was in it, entirely ordinary, entirely undramatic, and entirely familiar. But coming out of it, I realized that for the first time in my life I felt truly, deeply fed. And in the days that followed, my ambitions, jealousies, and pessimism were lifted from me, because I had everything I would ever need. Did this sense of completeness last? No. In time it faded, crowded out by my body’s cravings for food, touch, and safety. But the memory of it lingers, and when I share that memory with you, I feel hopeful again.

The healing power of the small. Take heart, my friends. The best is yet to come. •

To book a psychic reading or training session with Rand, contact him at chrononaut61@gmail.com.

 

 

A Message from “The Family”: On Finding the Center

Mister Rand has given us leave to write about anything we wish, which means we have the task of writing about what he most wishes to hear, since “we” as such do not exist. He has struggled in recent months with a disorientation born of the shock of the Trump person being elected as President of the United States of America. This disorientation, as we see it, is threefold: first, a disorientation of context. The context in which Mister Rand has lived much of his life has betrust_meen one of the United States being at root a well-meaning, generous, adaptive and accepting country, one in which differences are at worst tolerated, at best embraced wholeheartedly.

That this United States has always existed more in intention than in reality does not lessen the impact or importance of this concept held by Mister Rand. He has always felt himself embedded in an America that was, at root, benevolent. To discover that beneath the surface of the mass consciousness there has always seethed a whirlwind of blame, judgmentalism, intolerance, sexism, and social class division has shocked Mister Rand’s idealism into stunned silence.

 Mister Rand’s disorientation is also a disorientation of safety. With the ascendancy of President Trump has, for Mister Rand, come an escalating sense of danger: a keen awareness of the unpredictable nature of physical reality, particularly as regards marginalized populations—gender nonconformists, artists/writers, the poor, the disabled, and those whose skin color does not conform to the standard American norm of heterosexual male Caucasianhood. Mister Rand is keenly aware now, in a way he has not been aware previously, that there are those who would wish him dead simply because he is gay, spiritualist, and possessed of Jewish ancestry.

Mister Rand’s third disorientation is one of purpose. The story Mister Rand has put faith in for many years is that each individual in physical reality is incarnated for a specific reasons or reasons: experiences [that] he or she needs for soul-growth; services that he or she has been called upon to provide to others; and individuals with whom he or she has agreed to collaborate in order to construct and create tools, templates, and systems reflective of the transcendent beauty of the human soul.

Now Mister Rand is uncertain of these matters. Chaos has appeared to ascend in power over him and others, and all bets, as it were, seem off. From our viewpoint, however, nothing has changed in physical reality at all. That is, the ascendancy of President Trump and his followers we see as part of a normal cycle of moral flux, a moral flux that has always existed just out of sight, or mostly just out of sight, beneath the mask of U.S. civil responsibility and ethics. Mister Rand is realizing that his center—the core beliefs around which he has built his worldview—is not one supported by current events. So he is tempted to jettison his core beliefs in the basic goodness of people and the benevolent oversight of Divine Love as idealistic and self-delusional.

To this we say, truth is truth whether or not it is believed by the mass consciousness, and truth cannot be denied forever. To paraphrase a 19th Century Christian writer, God is Love in all parts of Itself, and thinks nothing of Itself, but only of Its creation and how It can win creation back into Its loving embrace. And it takes a special kind of faith and courage to hold fast to this truth in the face of force, threat, and blame as manifested in the surrounding culture.

So to Mister Rand we say, Fear not, neither be dismayed; the vision you experienced in 2013 of the unshakeable, unlosable Love at the center of everything is still true. Open yourself up today to be a channel of that love to those around you, and you will experience small miracles of hope even in the face of death. And we thank you for sharing.

— Channeled Friday, March 17, 2017, 6:30 am MT, Santa Fe, New Mexico USA.

A Message From “The Family”: On Surviving the Reign of King Trump

Mister Rand has requested us to speak concerning Donald Trump, the individual who was affirmed as the incoming President of the United States of America. Mister Rand has many fears concerning him: Rand fears that his instability will cause him to employ a nuclear arsenal against countries that annoy him or threaten his self-esteem; that he will take away Mister Rand’s Medicare and Social Security; that he will put Mister Rand into a concentration camp for being a homosexual, spiritualist non-Christian, or Jewish on his father’s side. Mister Rand’s fears are many, and that is the power that Mister Trump wields: the power that chaos has to stimulate fear in individuals dwelling in physical reality.

In the Tarot-based system of personality analysis channeled by Mister Rand and  his now deceased partner, Stuart Lucker, Donald Trump partakes of the aspect of the Divine that standard Tarot decks call The Devil. In Mister Rand’s “Tarot of You” system, The Devil card is named The Pan Essence.

We should like to share with you some facts concerning Pan Essence people, and Mister Trump in particular, for the purpose of both allaying some of Mister Rand’s worse fears, and providing insight into how Mister Trump is likely to behave during his reign as king of America. For that is what he wishes to be seen as: a king on a throne, stern yet benevolent, dealing out largesse to his friends and followers, and death or ruin to his enemies.

How, Mister Rand asks, could the mass consciousness of physical reality have chosen such a person to head up the American government? To this we reply, from our perspective, that the mass consciousness did not in fact choose Donald Trump to be king of America. The mass consciousness chose the Sanders man to be the next President.

But there are many levels to the mass consciousness, including a shadow level in which live all the fears that persons are not willing to examine; and the Greater Self saw that it was time for those fears to come to light, lest they erupt in a Holocaust of force, threat, and blame. And so it was that enough individuals voted for Mister Trump that the electoral college of your America, frightened by the threat of reprisal should they vote according to conscience, chose to acknowledge Mister Trump as the new king. In this the collegians hoped that, whatever befell during Trump’s reign, at least they would be spared the worst of the repercussions.

Understand that the Greater Self cannot make people do what they do not wish to do. It can tweak probability lines in order to make certain outcomes more or less likely to manifest, but most of the time It is dependent upon the willingness of conscious beings to serve as its hands, feet, voice, and eyes in spacetime. And Its power to work through the hearts, brains, and actions of conscious beings is considerable.

We say this as preface to answering Mister Rand’s fears concerning Mister Trump and the chaos he might bring into physical reality during his tenure as President of the United States.

It is important to understand that Pan Essence individuals channel through their bodyminds the principle of unpredictability. “Pan” in ancient Greek means “everything,” and Pan Essence people can move in any number of unpredictable directions from moment to moment, based upon their Ruling Passion: the desire to satisfy their appetites for sex, food, praise, power, vengeance, and freedom from moral restraint.

The number one desire of Mister Trump is to be a more powerful figure than the father he resented and feared. A narcissist, he naturally believes himself to be the center of the universe, entitled to receive anything he desires without effort on his part. Contemptuous of those he deems weaker than himself, envious of those who seem happier than he, and enraged by those who judge him as stupid or laughable, Mister Trump seeks dominance in all areas that interest him.

This is consonant with the Pan Essence, which connects to its emotional body, the Lightning Essence, through the Essence of the Emperor. The Emperor represents the physical, political, and economic structures of spacetime. The Lightning represents the holy madness that characterizes direct experience of the divine. So power,  to Mister Trump, is a drug far more addictive than nicotine or heroin.

In its most extreme manifestations, it causes those addicted to it to wish they were gods. On the other hand, Mister Trump connects to his spiritual aspect, the Death Essence, through the Essence of the Sun. Mister Trump greatly fears death, because in death all consciousnesses return to their state of union with the Greater Self.

And the Pan Essence’s connection with the Sun gives Mister Trump an insatiable craving for attention and approval. He wishes to be lauded as a benevolent dictator, and his fantasy is that, once his enemies are punished and those he wishes to impress are suitably bound to him by his benevolent placings of them into power, the world will come to worship him as the Great Daddy, far surpassing the successes of his physical father, whom he has always felt judged and overshadowed by.

And as the Sun shines its radiance into all areas of the world, so Mister Trump wishes the force of his personality to daw the rich and powerful into orbits around him, so that his appetites for wealth, status, and sensual gratification may continue to be satisfied.

The sad fact, however, is that for the Pan Essence individual, appetite is never satisfied. Always the consumption leads to more and more hunger. And in the end, the chaos at the heart of the Pan person will consume him.

What, then, says Mister Rand, can people do to survive the reign of a self-absorbed, emotionally unstable, addiction-prone narcissist? Will he bring about nuclear war? Will he, as Mussolini did in 1930s and ’40s Italy, make Fascism the new norm for American politics? In the most probable scenarios of the future as we see them, there are several great likelihoods:

(1) Mister Trump does not wish to do much work as President; he wishes to leave that work up to his closest followers, as long as he receives the credit for it. So the persons to watch closely are the Vice President, the members of Mister Trump’s cabinet, and those he places into power over various government agencies. It is these persons in particular who must be watched, their selfishness exposed, and their actions resisted. And they can be resisted to a great extent, if those politicians not aligned with Mister Trump are willing to risk loss of power and status by opposing the worst of Trump’s circle’s exploitation of resources.

(2) Mister Trump sees Vladimir Putin as a template of powerful manhood, and there is a strong likelihood that Mister Trump may attempt to exert controls over media, the Internet, and the economy [similar to those] that Mister Putin has put into effect in Russia. But in this, too, Mister Trump will be forced to think twice about the consequences of his actions when he comes face to face with the resistance of social [and political] activists in Congress, not all of whom will be Democratic Party members.

(3) As the impoverishing effects of Trump economic policies begin to be felt by working class men and women, there is likely to be backlash against him in the press, and against local politicians who supported his policies … As tensions increase, we see a strong likelihood of increased attacks upon populations seen by many as marginalized: specifically, sexual, ethnic, and religious minorities.

These must be countered by locally organized groups of the law-abiding. Many police officers will be among those who resist and decry hate crimes, and you have already seen many cities around your nation who have declared themselves safe havens for the marginalized…In the Congress and Senate, many will vie for Mister Trump’s approval and benisons, and there will be increasing rivalry amongst those who wish to rise in his estimation. Attempts will certainly be made to initiate impeachment proceedings, but these will only succeed when he turns against so many of his sycophants that they are awakened from their trances of power.

The chief strategem we recommend is that of building community on a local level, community devoted to protecting and assisting one another. The fantasy of independence must give way to the reality that interdependence—mutual support and exchange—is the stronger path to balancing the chaos. Spiritual and moral leaders will emerge, especially amongst the younger people, who will be galvanized into action as their consciences are awakened and passion for freedom stimulated.

Likewise must pass away is the fantasy of the Fisher King: of finding an earthly Father or Mother who, in exchange for our worship and resources, will make us safe and happy and protect us from our enemies. Your hands are the hands of Divine Love and Light; your voice, Its voice; and if you are willing to entrust every part of you to Its care, you will experience success and peace beyond your wildest dreams.

And we thank you for sharing.

— Channeled January 10, 2017 by Rand B. Lee. All rights reserved.