#30 (271210) ‘Seeds of Compassion’ series
This life ‘existence,’ is all a mental construct, a common one we try to share (by using dictionary wor(l)ds: language). It’s what you could call our ‘collective dream.’ But, the goal is to awaken from it, to behold the grandeur that is beyond — while still having a body.
This is the oldest subject in the world, what is beyond, what is beyond ‘death,’ what is beyond this life? We all grope to understand life, and death… I have my own ideas about such…
We’re, as ego consciousness, a ‘drop of water, salt water in this case,’ thrown out of the ocean onto alien land, (when born). When we ‘shed the body,’ we remerge with the ‘Ocean.’ losing our identity, but now the total (Tao, or Gestault — a unified whole)! In away, we become ‘God,’ again, having adding something to the Total (our ‘earthly’ experiences).
I think there’s a ‘period of time,’ after shedding the body, when it’s possible to manifest the appearance of ‘life’ (a body) for whatever purpose. This has been proven to me two times, having had experiences with apparitions (poltergeists, ghosts), whatever name you want to give the). And once you’ve had experiences like these, you don’t have to believe, you know!
The first one was years ago while living in a very remote part of the U.S., the Big Bend of the State of Texas. I was there writing a book about the family that had settled the area, and were still there running a General Store nee RV Park. I was living in a adobe building they called the ‘Wet Shack.’ It had one door and one window, but it was comfortable enough for me. My schedule had me writing the book (about the history of the family) every morning.
One morning, at my desk writing, for some reason I turned to look to my right. There, not two meters away was a short man wearing in a black suit. It was so real, so startling, my heart leap and I jerked my head back to my computer screen. I don’t think I’ve ever felt fear like that before or afterwards, that’s how real it was! But, impossible for anyone (alive) to get into my room, as the door was locked (I hadn’t yet gone to breakfast). Of course, when I had the courage to look again, nothing was there (Ghosts, in spite of their reputation, don’t like to scare you!).
Initially, I thought this apparition was my father, but later it became clearer as to who this was. This was one of the Stillwell men, one of the great grandfathers long since past, come to check me out as I was writing the family’s history.
I lived in Big Bend for almost two years, and had more metaphysical-trancendental experiences there, than in any other time/place of my life. I learned that there’s much going on beneath the ‘veneer’ of modern life, but you have to travel to some remote place if you want to experience such. There’s much going on ‘out there!’
We had cycled up to Kanas Lake (National Park) from Urumqi City (Fall of 2006). We stayed in a place for tourists, an ethic (?) man operated. It was a bunch of old log cabins, beds actually crammed together. I pitched my tent out of the ground, as I ike ‘clean’ and quiet (most Chinese men snore). The last night, however, before departing to cycle back the 1K KM to Urumqi, I moved into the room with my Chinese son, Xutan (‘Richa’) and Gong Fu Yu (one in our group). They were in one bed, I was in another at right angles (facing the door).
That night dozing off I happened to notice a ‘man,’ walking past me toward the door. I immediately, thought if was Mr. Gong going to the outdoor privy. But, when the bodily form didn’t bother opening the door, but just ‘dissolved through it,’ I knew what it was… A ghost.
It was only later, I figured out who the apparition was, none but my old and dear departed friend, James B. Feeney (whose bicycle helmet I wear to take him along).
Xutan and I had cranked up a mountain to get a good view of the Lake, But, they wouldn’t allow us to ride all the way to the top, the road too narrow. So, we walked the last 2 kilometers, leaving our bicycles, and my helmet (James B.), at a parking lot. But, on the way down, in a hurry, I left James B. behind. When back at the ‘ranch,’ and realizing my great stupidity, I sent Xutan (on the back of a motor bike) back up to retrieve it. I was so happy when they returned with it.
Thus, I knew ‘James B.’ had come to thank Xutan — that ‘he’ was the apparition I had seen that night (‘dissloving through the door’). Why didn’t ‘he’ stop and say ‘hello’ to me? He knew it would scare the shit out of me! ‘They,’ (ghosts) don’t like to scare people!
Trust me, there’s no doubt in your mind when things like this happen — there’s little other explanation!
Was I ‘dreaming’…? All is metaphor!
Have better ‘fantasies!’
‘Death’ is an orgasm!
So, the world isn’t what we see or hear, it’s actually what we don’t ‘sea’ and don’t ‘here!’