On Mother’s Day

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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. •

 

A Message From “The Family”: On Ghosts, Aliens, Spirit Guides and Hauntings, Part 2: Spirits of Action, Support, and Communion

Hubble_snow_angelNothing matters to humans but life and death. We are speaking of physical life and physical death. Mister Rand has struggled all his life with terror of death, ever since early childhood, when he encountered the shredded corpses of his pet rabbits strewn across the lawn of his childhood home. Nothing is more terrifying to him, and to many humans, than the thought of dying alone and unloved, under painful and lonesome circumstances.

He is a Pisces, and prone to such extremes of thought. In response to his fears we say, “You are safe. Everyone is safe. At root, Love is unconquerable, immutable, the force that binds all the realities together in a whirling balance of constant expansion. Yet no matter how many changes develop in physical reality, including changes that bring unimaginable pain to those involved in them, there are agents of Love waiting to bring consolation to the sufferer.”

And so Mister Rand need not fear a lonely death. As he has been present at the deaths of his beloved dogs, so will his spiritual guides attend his transformation back into his truest Self.

We continue to describe  some of these spiritual agents or helpers by examin[ing] Spirits of Action, Support, and Communion.

Spirits of Action: Spirits of Action are spirit helpers called in to assist a human with decisions, transitions, and exertion[s]. Like the angels who came in disguise to the door of Lot in the Bible, so these beings can take the forms of humans. So it is true what the Bible says when it asserts, “We entertain angels unawares.” Some such spirits temporarily inhabit the energy fields of living humans, who agree to speak and act to help the human in need. Whenever a person requires events to take a specific turn, angels of action appear to encourage that person to take the necessary action to bring the desired result about. Such spirits of action can take the form of books, or words spoken by teachers, or therapists, or twelve step individuals, or simply make themselves felt as powerful urges to do this or to do that.

Spirits of Support help individuals connect to their “tribe,” that is, their circle of support systems who are energetically and emotionally and intellectually and evaluatively able to help that individual find resources for achieving his or her goals in physical reality. The Greek god Eros, or Cupid in Roman myth, was a depiction of just such a spirit; but Cupid is not simply an agent to bring lovers together. He is also an agent for bringing “likers” together—platonic soulmates, if you will. For the divine heart of love can take many different forms within the context of physical experience. Spirits of support can also assist humans in getting practical needs met such as finding a new home, or connecting to a new teacher, or finding the counseling support or spiritual support that person requires at this particular time in his or her life.

There is truth to the New Testament statement attributed to Jesu, and that is, “You ask not and therefore you have not;” and in Jesu’s statement, “Ask and keep on asking and you shall receive; knock and keep on knocking and the door shall be opened; seek and keep on seeking and [you shall] find.” For the verbs used in these statements [as they appear in the King James Bible] are not translated correctly for English. In the ancient common [koiné] Greek of Jesu’s day, the verb can take not only a simple present form—I am seeking or I seek—but it can also take what is called by grammarians a continuing present form: I am [continually] seeking. And this is an important difference.

Why does Spirit require one to keep on seeking? Is that because Spirit has limited resources and does not wish to give us help unless we beg for it? We do not see things this way. One must keep on asking, seeking, and knocking in order to overcome inner resistance to receiving what [we]claim [we] desire (but may not deep down actually desire). So persistence in asking, seeking, and knocking puts out into the multiverse a strong probability line attraction—as long as the individual seeking, asking, and knocking is not afraid of the consequences of getting what she or he says she or he wants.

Spirits of Communion are spirits summoned with messages from the Greater Self to the physicalized self; or, if you prefer in your symbol system, messages from your inner self to your conscious self. These messages are not simply information, however. They are experiences of communion with the Divine Heart of Love, and they do not come at a summons or calling. They well up within the seeker as the result of the seeker staying in the heart center and practising acceptance with intent to learn. Such spirits can also come in dreams of a loved one consoling the dreamer, or as passages in a religious text which “jump out at you” as people say. Mister Rand has even experienced such communion while getting out of his seat in a 12 step meeting in a state of complaint over not  understanding or feeling the presence of a Grater or Higher Self. Once such a message, which is a complete meme that is not easily expressed in linear terms, is felt by the individual, it is almost never forgotten, even if the bliss the spirit of communion conveys fades from the emotional body.

NEXT: What Ghosts Are.

Channeled 8/18/2014 by Rand B. Lee

The Wheel of Creation

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My trance subpersona, “The Family,” cites The Wheel of Creation (originally channeled by my late partner Stuart Lucker) as a graphic, easy-to-follow, practical format for creating desired experience in Physical Reality. The Wheel is composed of six spokes and a hub, the principles, interrelationships, and criteria of all of which must be satisfied for a given dream to manifest. The spokes at the bottom of the Wheel as drawn represent the daily inner, emotional and mental work that must be done to make a given dream come true. These inward-focused spokes are Passion, Belief, and Strategy. The spokes at the top of the Wheel as drawn represent the daily outer, physical work that must be done to make a given dream come true. These outward-focused spokes are Action, Support, and Communication.

The hub at the center of the Wheel represents overall conditions that must be met for the inward- and outward-focused work to be truly effective. This hub bears two titles: Harmony of Desire and Clarity of Vision.

Many of my clients over the years have found the Wheel a useful tool for project planning and problem-solving, because it can be adapted to any situation. You can use the Wheel to find a job, plan a garden, write a novel, heal a wounded relationship, earn a degree, organize a family reunion, plot a course of addiction recovery, run a business, explore spirituality, and orchestrate a political action movement. You can also use the Wheel to figure out why projects, businesses, relationships, and other endeavors go wrong, or fail to satisfy when they go right. When I try my damnedest to achieve some particular goal, and fall short of doing so, it’s usually because I’ve failed to take into account one or more of the Wheel’s principles.

PRINCIPLE #1: PASSION
According to one view, everything exists because the Divine Heart of Love has a great passion to see Its uniqueness mirrored in an explosion of potentialities. You, I, and everything in this universe continually emerge from Love’s passionate dream of Itself; and that is why Passion is the bottom lefthand spoke on the Wheel of Creation.
In ordinary speech, “passion” is usually employed to mean strong feeling or desire. Bernard de Fontenelle wrote, “The passions in [people] are the winds necessary to put everything in motion” (Dialogues des morts, I, 1683), and it is true that, assuming all the principles of the Wheel are kept in balance, the more strongly one yearns to manifest a certain experience, the more likely one will do the hard work necessary to bring it to birth. But I do not use “passion” here simply as a synonym for “enthusiasm.” Emotions come and go, and the dreamer who depends upon feelings alone to carry him or her over the obstacles often encountered in the course of dream-manifestation will fail to stay the course. The kind of passion that brings new worlds into being is that intense inward focus that springs from complete inner investment in the project at hand. That is what I mean by the “passion” of the Passion Spoke.

The scientist who labors twenty-five years to find a cure for a fatal disease; the struggling artist who perseveres despite the mockery or indifference of critics; the single parent working two jobs to put children through college; the monastic devout who gets up to pray night after night, year after year — each is driven by complete commitment to seeing his or her dream realized, whether it be a dream of healing, of beauty, of love, or of divine union.
But commitment alone is not enough to make a dream come true… (NEXT: Belief)

Dream For the New Year

boy_of_2_worlds I dreamed last night that I was a super-hero. This isn’t the first time I’ve dreamed this. The Legion of Super-Heroes and Justice League of America were my favorite comic books when I was a boy. I wrote and illustrated a personal comic that I called the Danger Squad, which included heroes like Liquid Lass, Barricade Boy, Chronos Kid, Curative Girl, and Captain Skua. Liquid Lass could change into any liquid. Barricade Boy could erect impenetrable force shields around himself and anyone else. Chronos Kid could travel through time. Curative Girl could cure any illness. And Captain Skua was, plain and simple, a Hawkman rip-off.

It doesn’t take an advanced degree in psychology to note that most of the heroes above possessed protective or evasive powers, not aggressive ones. I was a plump bookworm of a kid, emotionally sensitive and bullied daily by an older brother with whom I am now friends. Consequently, I equated aggression with my abusive sibling, and in my house, compliance was rewarded, not aggression. That didn’t stop me from hitting my little brother in the shoulder regularly, but it did force most of my anger underground. And as any esoteric tradition will tell you, the best way to strengthen a spell is to hide it: under a rock, in an old book, at the bottom of the sea. I did not dare permit myself to acknowledge my rage, even in my dreams.

My dream-life was important to me. When I was very young, I dreamed I could fly. I am scared of heights, and in my dreams I was not free of this fear entirely; but it was glorious to feel free from the world down below, to be able to soar and glide effortlessly above everyone’s heads without the encumbrance of my plump body to weigh me down. As I got older and sadder, my flying ability got weaker and weaker. Eventually all I could do was float a couple of inches above the ground. Then my flying dreams stopped for a very long time. When they returned many years later, after I had worked to acknowledge and treat my childhood abuse symptoms, I was overjoyed, but flying dreams are still rare for me, and I have always envied psychics and mediums who claim to be able to generate “out-of-body” experiences regularly, at will.

Last night my super-hero dreams was complex. A man was teaching me telekinesis, the ability to affect material objects with the mind alone. In the beginning of the dream, my telekinesis was very weak. I could make very small objects roll over to me when I pointed my finger at them. Gradually—and I cannot express the wonder and joy I felt in the dream when this happened—I was able to move larger objects. And at one point in the dream, I could move people. At last I was powerful—and as soon as this dawned on me, the dream shifted.

In the second dream I had awakened from the first dream. I tried my telekinesis again, but could only affect small objects slightly, or part of the time. I was frustrated, but when I awoke from the second dream into the consensus reality of my bedroom and my sleeping cat, the vividness of my dreams was still so strong that I tried moving a small object in my room by pointing at it, hoping against hope that my dreams had been real. Of course, physical reality has its own laws, and direct mental manipulation of physical objects is rare to impossible here. So there I was, back in my room, fat, old, poor, and arthritic. “Real” life: ugh.

But something that happened in my first dream came back to me, the significance of which I had not noticed while it was taking place. At one point in the first dream, my powers had progressed to the point where I could sense what other people’s latent super-powers were. I remember telling a troubled, rather shadowy young man that although I couldn’t sense specifically what his magic was, I knew that it was very deep and special. Don’t give up searching for it, I said to him. You will find it one day, and it will be wonderful.

Whoever you are, reading this, don’t give up on yourself. If my dream-self thinks it’s not too late for me to find my magic, it’s not too late for you, either. We may not end up wearing tights and fighting aliens, but there is more to physical reality than fighting. There are worlds within worlds, and they are waiting for us to explore them together.