Day 513 The Paranormal Veil as Mind Mis-take and the Solution as Income.

The habit of wanting to go into blame instead of addressing inequality, which is facing opposition, which is projecting  a “ wrong” assuming one is right - an act of spite - is myself moving into the impatience of forcing an issue, myself no longer addressing limitations and bringing them into what imparts a solid understanding.

For instance, I had a conversation with someone about history, and I held my tongue. I did not speak what came to mind, to keep the peace - so to speak. This person was complaining about how “ history” was not being taught - just as a general statement. I did not move this into detail. I wanted to say that history is not taught, meaning, in common sense, that the history of life on earth as a system of economy of ecology is not understood, that if we looked at the expression of life on earth, in these terms, there would be no iconic name of one person attached to a movement, but that the “ clay” of the earth as the physical would be described as the form created from freely given natural resources and how these resources moved into a from that determined the state of being of life on the ground, overall, on earth. In the moment, the jump to such a way of looking at history, I allowed to seem overwhelming. It is like facing a dialogue of terms that are a starting point of completely different terms. One of icons in relation to that which the icons are a composition of. 

I find myself shaking within all of this. So, I look at this shaking. This “ shaking” becomes smaller within me, but it is still something I have not “ pulled” together, like learning to control one’s vibrato on a string. I find myself becoming loopy and barely being able to sense the space and time of here.  And I have to look at what I am not addressing, and instead allowing myself to react to as a threat. I have to slow down and breath, because structurally, I am not moving with an absolute purpose that is one and the same as what expresses creation in ways that do no harm. I mean, this is there because this is how life is, it is what life is.

In reading about Chile, and the practices of supposed economic balance, through tax, interest, subsidy, currency adjustments, I begin to see an act of adjustments moving always in unequal measure, always wanting to move capital in unequal ways, a smoke and mirrors show that is really a wall of protection and defense for the interests of those same icons of self aggrandizement that are dependent on the ecology. Allowing these icons is like a giant vacuum, a golden calf, that sucks up everything leaving a desert behind, and everyone is so busy bowing down on their hands and knees in accolade or, lol, protest , that an ignorance of the substance building the idol becomes the movement of the ecology into economy around the idol worship, war - ship.

I find myself becoming very heavy within, very “ thick” like, as the best way to explain this. It is a form of righteousness.  And then I rush and want to explain, but the dialogues around me only seek one me-lode-y. The contrast of self pity and giving up is not what balances out this “ vibration” of forces of ignorance/separation wanting an object to define for us. The only thing that can measure structure is that which expressed/built the structure. Obviously, this cannot be the movement of those praying, nor can it be the movement of those protesting; these are in separation of a balance that is an awareness of the whole, this being the very ground on which we stand, this being the very ecology building the economy. In other words, humans are not echoing the ecology, the manifestation of life that is the expression of life, that unfortunately also echos the accumulation of accepted and allowed separation from realizing itself as life. 

I keep moving into the habit of explanation via a picture, an idol, a belief, opinion of idea in my mind instead of slowing down and learning to see the structural movement on the ground, which, is probably why, when I read about the various meanderings of economic re-FORM in Chile, I had to move really really slowly, and reread again and again. It all seemed overwhelming. I could not see the forest through the trees. And can I speak of the details? No. It seems, like a hodge-podge of fixes that just move around the dis-ease within this country, never addressing the real sickness, which is a lack of structure that allows ease to exist. In all, looking at Chile, shows that the wealth created from the resources HAS to flow back into the place from which the wealth came to maintain that place/ground/environment. Allende, who was a doctor and happened to experience “ on the ground” life, realized this. Of course, those distant entities in America, as the company of ego, in ivory towers - today shiny metallic structures ( from which men are jumping to their deaths) , are so addicted to their energy flow maintaining their iconic self definitions, that they are in sensed when someone stand and says, hey, look at what is happening on the ground, what has been taken has not been given/returned in ways that support the physical substance of life, thus, the profits made must be measured and deducted from what is needed to balance out the devastation left behind.

This is the point of tantrum. just as any addict reacts, the very idea of losing that which supports the accepted and allowed self definition, as the state of being within. This is where the self accepted obsession, which uses the - ironic- ability to focus - must change and transform, slow down and come back to earth, but when first encountered, a shock of insight flashes by, as one has to admit what has been accepted yet not grasped enough to direct because the belief is in full swing. It really is a simple as “ righting’ a perceptual mis-take. That is all. it is also, bringing self back to life, to realizing what we are all looking for, before we “ got lost” in ideology, is  enjoying  ourselves as playing with - so to speak- the substance of creation, of which we are all composed of, and as such the same.

Thus, it is as easy as stopping, looking around and realizing we are the organizers of here, and that we, each of us, can organize this world in ways that all needs are met, that the plants and the animals, and the trees and the wind and the sun, and the soils can be formed in ways that do no harm, that support each of us and the things that are here that support here, and that this would be incredible fun. The veil of separation from this is so very thin, and this veil is composed of pictures in and as the mind, an energetic projection of what I in simplistic terms would call a film both of icon and  electric like substance that is exposed and feeds the manifestation of personality. Thus, all is visible, to each, and to self. And we all know this, it is there in the undercurrent of self, it is there under the ringing electrical voltage of energy that is the voice of separation within self, that which is called the mind, that which many eastern religions say must be quieted to find peace. So, what we are allowing individually is obvious. In this ease of silence, can we then stand and begin to rebuild that damage of this self inner-rest/interest as a state of being that is a mis-take in becoming equal and one to and as the substance of life of which the physical world is a composition of and as, a gift of life, that can only exist, here and that can only happen when we realize we are all equal as life. And, also, to realize the suppression of life in so many, that will take time to rebalance, to refurbish, as so much has been dis-allowed and/or sucked out/diminished. 

Practically speaking, a Living Income Guarantee is to spread the wealth to all, so the many can slow down and stabilize, stand up from kneeling, become silent from protesting, and look at the ground, the animals, the plants, the soils, the water and begin to understand how it all works, and how it is all interconnected and able to function in ways that support instead of harm. A Living Income Guarantee outs an end to inequality and enables the ability to realize self respect as life through actions of respect for the ecology that is the source of the economy.

Day 312 Extreme Shock and Trauma: Accidents, Disease, Mental DisOrder

This then brings in the Next Level of Shock, which are: Accidents, Disease, Mental Disorder and Events that Cause Trauma – bringing a Sudden Stop the Consciousness-Illusion. When this Happens, a Chance exist that the Being may become Aware – but because everyone around a Being is Still Trapped in their Consciousness-Illusion: they will do their Utmost to Convince the one in Shock, that the Shock wasn’t Real. And so, Most even with a Great Traumatic Shock – will eventually Return to the Consciousness-Illusion. 
http://creationsjourneytolife.blogspot.com/2013/03/day-320-awareness-and-conception-in.html

Extreme Shock and Trauma
Bernard Poolman has talked about extreme shock and trauma being a trigger/catalyst for seeing more than consciousness. Well, in my case this is basically what happened.
I found my husband hanging by his neck in the attic of our Zurich apartment building in the Spring of 2000.
We were a normal middle class family, two healthy boys who did well in school,our marriage was not one of argument,we did not drink much, we enjoyed skiing - would ski all day when we skied. We loved to walk and be out in nature. We had friends and dinner parties, swam in the Zurich See. My husband had been going to France on the weekends to fly Ultra-light planes, as he had been a hand glider and loved to fly.
As I understood it, he was the head of the design unit for the renovation of the Zurich Airport, purportedly the biggest project ever in Switzerland at that time. His company had paid for him to take a very expensive managerial course. He also was working with Siemann’s and would fly to England to interact with an engineer, who was English. This engineer would also come to Zurich and stay with us in our apartment. It was a nice apartment, because there were always bird sounds, we were so close to the Zurich See.
I moved back to the states. It must have been about 5 or six weeks after the suicide that my sister “dragged” me out to socialize with the summer crowd at a local restaurant. There I sat at the table with about six or seven other people, all of whom I knew for many years. I was basically numb, like being in a state of nothing. In fact I felt nothing, it was as though everything was nothing. Nothing mattered, nothing, nothing, nothing, all was nothing.
Suddenly, every single person at that table had a bubble around them. Their eyes were not here, they were on the screen in front of their eyes. The big tree that was a part of the patio of this restaurant was blowing in the wind, like a giant stream it seemed, like it was in a stream - come to think of it. Anyway, not one single person at that table was really listening to anyone else. NO one was listening to anyone else. All anyone was doing was trying to ( and I am going to describe it as I saw it at that time) force/pull/divert/get attention onto, themselves. It was like they wanted to prove something, and all that mattered was taking anything, using any word, direct everything to and towards themselves to prove, to win, to substantiate themselves. it was like they were hungry for this and nothing else mattered. And there were like, these stream things moving from their eyes out and then back again - which I think one of the quantum mind interviews on Eqafe describe perfectly as how it was.
Mean while, I am sitting there thinking, what the fuck is that! What is going on, oh my god, what is that, no one is listening to anyone else!!!!! Silence. Okay.
I think at that point i snapped back into nothingness, silence, numbness. I forgot about this but other things started to happen, I started to have some problems with people sometimes. And I started to do odd things like just stop and look at another person, and I would just see them being obsessed with their own story.
I also did not want to talk too much. But this is a state of shock.
About a year later, I was doing my student teaching. I had just taught a lesson on some math process to a fourth grade class. Now, I had anxiety that I was not good enough to teach these children. I actually had thoughts of, how can I do this, I could not save/stop what happened to my husband.
So, I had just finished teaching this lesson, had practiced some of the process with the students and was handing this over for them to do on their own. So, I was standing back and watching the group work quietly on their own. One of the boys looked up from his desk and stared in front of him - like he was “staring a hole in the wall” as the saying goes. ( I mean why so we do this? And why does this have a “name”?) Suddenly, above his head was a metallic looking ball, and it was spinning around. This boy was erratic in his behavior, he could read at a higher level than anyone in the class, and he could figure out math problems that as far as I was concerned, he had not been taught. I knew his parents, they owned a fast food restaurant. Okay, what was that? is what I thought, I actually looked at this thing, and could see it had impressed lines around it, like the stitches on a baseball , it was this deep grey color with a hint of bronze coloring and it spun, like those typewriter balls on electric type writers. Back and forth, changing direction. Can you imagine suddenly seeing something like this? What would you do, it is not like I was sick, I was functioning, eating, doing, living, taking care of children, going to school, just normal like anyone else, and this very strange stuff was happening.
Now something like this had happened in my twenties, and I had seen a bubble like thing around something. I had searched for someone else describing such a thing, but found nothing. The next time I was in New York City I went to that big esoteric book store Samual Weiser? I think it was called, and started to look for someone or something describing a bubble around “things”. This time I found something, it was in a Colin Wilson book, the supposed “great sceptic” where a man who had moved into a house had encountered a “man”, as I remember this, that was a “bear” and he began to speak with this entity. Anyway, he. the man that had this encounter, described a bubble being around this entity. That was the only description I found in twenty odd years until I found desteni.
What I saw as a bubble like facade as the “screen” people were “reading” happened in the summer of 2000. I did not find desteni until 2009. I found them when I had gotten to a point where I did not know where to look anymore, nothing made sense, and something was wrong, in a moment of “ four sheets to the wind” I reached out and asked a question, and desteni answered.
The first video was of Veno in Sunette’s body talking about the mind consciousness system. I think this was the second time in my life that I went into shock, someone was talking about bubbles being round people, about a system in the mind, an inter-dimensional system that limited, that was like a retainment of self abdication as life, manifest as fear, as separation from self as life, which would fit with what I saw, as everyone at that table trying desperately, aggressively, obsessively, trying to get all attention onto them as ideas, and opinions and beliefs to prove that they were “right” that their way was THE WAY, and all of it was a self hiding from facing self as life, here.
What I felt as I saw this, as I moved from seeing this to myself in that moment in 2000, was that I was way, way, way down at the end of some really really long tunnel, so far away, so small, so diminished, so timy, and that whole tunnel before me was my separation from life, that somehow this HUGE thing was a storm so great, that reaching here, as in reaching those around me was a divide. But what I remember from this, was how buried I was within this.
So, yes there are bubbles around all of us, even those no longer in the physical existence as a person in a body, in a physical form. If I can see this so can you. If I look back, I realize that the times these things have happened I was very quiet - so to speak- and evidently this is a trait in another branch of my family history, so I am not “special” within this, as this is something that has been realized here, as part of the story of here. I had a great Aunt, who told me one time that I was like the Riotte family, who were half Mayan, so is this an echo of how the MAyans did what they did, in becoming very quiet, they listened and within this learned to see what is here making a lot of noise right in front of them as their fear and desire to be more than, contained in a bubble?

Everything is here, what we are is in all the stories and words we speak, we have simply separated everything into a quantum structure that evaluates into more and less without application into and as realizing that everything has a value, and that not one value is more than another and in this process we are in separation from life, from being one and equal with and as the sound of life as the substance of life.

Become equal and one to and as LIFE DIP Lite