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 the Dream-State

Mister Rand has asked us to comment upon our experience with the Dream-State or Dreaming, made famous in your time by Australian aboriginal cultures. There are several levels or facets to the Dream-State, each of which is accessed with more or less difficulty depending upon the expertise of the Dreamer, and two of which are accessed with no effort at all by every creature in physical reality.

As traditional Australian cultures recognize, the first level of the Dreaming is the level from which all of physical reality springs. It surrounds physical reality, and imbues it; and as such it lies at the heart of all creative endeavor. It is the plane of the perfect form of which the ancient Greeks speak, and coincides with, but is not identical to, the level of reality termed by some quantum physicists the Plane of Superimplicate Order.

In sum, the first level of the Dreaming contains the  physical reality and everything composing it, from mathematics to physics to evolutionary biology and all the way “down” to specific individual plant, animal, and mineral forms. One might call this level of the Dreaming the Dream of the Earth, for though it is not conscious in the sense of mental awareness, it can be accessed by [human] consciousness. When native shamans communicate with the spirits of rocks, trees, sky, water, and other so-called inanimate objects, they do so by way of the Dream of the Earth.

The second level of the Dreaming one might call the Dream of the Mind. All creatures possessed of brains interweave their consciousnesses on this level. As there is no time in the Dreaming, and no space, through this level of the Dreaming one can commune with the consciousness of any brained creature, past present or future by your reckoning. However, great care must be taken when traversing this realm, as it is also the realm of what are commonly referred to in New Age parlance as “thought forms,” mental constructs that take on a life of their own after the one who has thought them moves on to other thoughts or leaves the body in death.

Now it is no surprise perhaps to learn that not all thoughts are thoughts that may be considered noble, elevated, loving, or true. Thus, any thought-form can achieve independent life and be set loose in the ocean of the Dream of Mind, sometimes to be caught in the mental net of one seeking to “channel” accurate information of use in physical reality. For this reason any individual desirous of learning to “channel” must learn to differentiate between thought-forms of force, threat, blame, or error and thought-forms of acceptance, understanding, loving, and giving. Otherwise, much of what Mister Rand terms “foolishness” can pass for divine insight, when actually it is simply “lame” thought-forms floating about in the aether.

The third level of the Dreaming one might call the Dream of Time. On this level, all possible pasts, presents, and futures are conceived and made available to incarnating souls for their use in creativity, experimentation, experience, and growth. This is the reality often referred to in New Age circles as the “Causal Plane” or the “Akashic Plane,” the idea being that the record of all an individual’s incarnations may be found here. The Dream of Time is also the level of reality where [soul] memories are stored. So when an individual develops what you term Alzheimer’s disease, and seems to regress to an earlier stage of their life, in fact what is taking place is that that individual has begun a process of life-evaluation normally undertaken after physical death, the “life review” so often experienced by persons at the edge of death as well.

When a parent with Alzheimer’s does not recognize you as their daughter, it is not because “deep down” they do not wish to recognize you; it is that they are time-traveling to a period before you were born or even thought of. So endeavor if you can to keep their bodies warm and fed until such time as their consciousness returns to your spacetime nexus, or leaves its body. Past, future, and other life regressions access this plane, also, but again care must be taken when undertaking any life-recall, for the energic proximity of Thought Reality, a.k.a. the Dream of Mind, to the Dream of Time level means that it is very easy for individuals exploring the Dream of Time to have their memory or impressions of other lives colored highly by errant and limited thought-forms. One way to minimize the likelihood of this happening is for the regression therapist to place a bowl of water in each corner of the therapy room. Thought-energy is held captive in water’s crystalline matrix, and after the session the bowls can be emptied with no harm either to the environment or the therapist and therapy client.

The fourth level of the Dreaming may be called the Dream of Love. On this level of the Dreaming, the soul conceives of the experiences it wishes to have during its sojourn in physical reality. On this level also, soul matrices are born; that is, networks of heart-connection among groups of souls who then go on to incarnate together for mutual consolation, support, and experience. Physical reality in all its complexity emerged from the fourth Dreaming level, made of Love and imbued by Love if Love may be conceived of as unconditional support for the expression of uniqueness in an expanding way.

“But life here on Earth is so hard,” points out Mister Rand. And in fact this is true. Those individuals who follow the teachings of Siddhartha the Buddha point out that everything in physical reality changes eventually, and that much human suffering is caused by the heart’s desire to cling to ideas of what it needs for security, safety, love, and nurture, whether it be the desire for a narrow waistline or the desire for world peace or the desire for a big house or a handsome lover or eternal youth or world fame or any of the myriad conceptions the heart can come up with. It is in the fourth level of the Dreaming that attachment is forged, and in order to release attachment when it is no longer useful in bringing about the experiences one desires, it is necessary to expand to the fifth level of the Dreaming, the Dream of the Womb.

The fifth level of the Dreaming may be called the Dream of the Womb, or the Dream of Nondifferentiation. On this level, the soul experiences itself not as “I am” but as “we are,” and in so doing is free to travel in any direction without fear, for it knows on the deepest part of the self that it has and always will have everything it will ever need to be absolutely safe, loved, and protected. This is the level of the Dreaming that Mister Rand connected to in his vision of Divine Love back in November 2013.

Mister Rand experienced a state of awareness in his vision of a loving Presence that surrounded and filled him with absolute, unconditional, faceless/wordless/and motionless Love, eternal and unchanging. He knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that nothing he had ever done, was doing now, or might do in future could separate him from this Love. This Love also spoke to him many of his years ago, when he was visiting the back yard of the Sanctuary of Chimayó. Behind the church there, in the fenced off area where pilgrims and sufferers of all kinds pin notes, pictures, cards, or photographs asking the Divine for succor, Mister Rand “heard” a “voice” saying to him from the nearby brook, “Do not listen to the old men on the hill. From my womb you came, to my womb you will return; you have a right to be here.” The fifth level of the Dreaming is the deepest level of the Dreaming in which the individual consciousness to any extent exists. The final two levels are levels connected to the Greater and Greatest Self of all conscious entities, those Selves from which all individual Selves emerge and are continually sustained.

The sixth level of the Dreaming one may term the Dream of the Source. It is on this level that each conscious entity’s Greater Self or Higher Self or Higher Power exists in a state of transcendent awareness, acceptance, peace, and humor. The Greater Self of all humans is there; so is the Greater Self of all mammals who are not human; [and] the Greater Selves of every creature who has ever lived in physical reality. Another name for this level is the Dream of the Gods, for here those great consciousnesses you may term the gods and goddesses dwell.

And the seventh level of the Dreaming one may term the Dream of Silence or the Dream of the One. It is a state of absolute stillness, absolute awareness of All That Is and All That May Be. In contrast with the Dream of Love, the Dream of the Source may appear passionless, but that is simply because contained within It are all possible consciousness and possible experiences in a completed state of fullness.

And we thank you for sharing. •

On Mother’s Day

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neolithic fertility goddess figure

For those of us whose mothers physically, emotionally, and/or sexually abused us—whether overtly or covertly—Mother’s Day can be a joyless experience. So I prefer to think of Mother’s Day as a holy day dedicated to recognition of the nurturing face of the Divine in all its manifestations.

Years ago, when i was visiting the shrine at El Santuario de Chimayo, I wandered into the back of the shrine, where a large metal fenced in area was hung with thousands of pieces of paper bearing the photos and/or prayers for relatives of pilgrims. The statue of La Conquistadora in the chapel had depressed me, as war goddesses always do, and I was feeling low in general because of the condemnatory homophobia of the church hierarchy.

As I stood there, my forehead pressed against the fence, I noticed that a stream ran by the place where I was standing. All at once I received a very strong impression of a female energy saying to me, “Don’t listen to those old men on the hill. From my womb you came, to my womb you shall return. You have a right to be here.”

Another time the Great Mother appeared to me was in a dream. I dreamed that I was standing in a kitchen facing a screen door opening to the outside world. On the other side of the screen were a group of wild animals, led by a giant sow, all gazing at me. When I looked into the sow’s eyes the message came to me, “Please don’t forget us.”

I am firmly convinced that environmental abuse—industrial pollution and despoiling of habitats—threatens ourselves and many other species with extinction. Often such abuse arises from Force and Threat based thinking on the part of corporate heads, who believe that anybody strong enough to take what he wants deserves to enjoy the spoils of victory no matter who else or what else it harms. Sometimes such abuse appears to arise from the trauma of growing up poor in rural areas where only the hardest physical labor results in bare subsistence living; in such cases, it is easy to view the Earth as an enemy and animals as either potential foodstuffs to be harvested or rivals for dwindling resources. Sometimes such abuses arise from the blinders which a privileged urban upbringing often places upon the wealthy; to such persons, “real life” is the concrete and glass of the city, and rural life is a kind of theme park rather than the source of all air, water, and food essential to human life. And sometimes, environmental abuse may serve as a “safety valve” for intense personal anger over abuses suffered in childhood.

I grew up in the New England countryside. I spent hours as a boy wandering our woods. I seldom encountered any animals or heard any birds, the latter because (he confessed to me years later) my severely abused older brother—who demonstrated in other contexts a marked sensitivity towards and caring for animals—had a habit of shooting and killing as many birds as he could find. “It was either that,” he told me, “or shoot Mom and Dad.” (A decorated Viet Nam conflict veteran and lifelong alcoholic now in sobriety over 18 years, my brother has set aside his once-hoarded firearms, recognizing that possessing them did not actually make him safer and stronger. So healing is possible, and I honor him for embracing it one day at a time.)

Anti-pollution and environmental exploitation activism is crucial if we are to rescue the Earth, its animals, and ourselves from Force and Threat consciousness run riot. But while we address corporate malfeasance, let’s not forget that corporations are run by individuals, and that a successful environmental protection campaign must also seek to re-educate the individuals responsible for voting in corporate practices that are harming life on Earth. Identifying and reaching such people can be very difficult, as they frequently view anonymity and freedom from personal accountability (“It’s nothing personal; it’s just business”) as some of the privileges enjoyed by the ruling class. But we must persist in showing these people that there is no such thing as an impersonal business decision where the health of the Earth and its creatures is concerned. •