In June of 1996 I attended a spirit-guide channeling session with a few friends. The woman giving the session, who was the younger sister of one of my students and a well-known psychic in my city, was receiving information concerning some upcoming seismic activity here in the Canadian West Coast region. *************
Copyright 1996 by P.T. Mistlberger, All Rights Reserved
Eventually she went into trance and a spirit guide began to speak through her who claimed to be an alien from the Sirius star system (a location frequently mentioned in esoteric lore as being one of the homes of our ancestors). The entity seemed to know a lot and even to have a sense of humor (he said he liked my name better than his own). The information he relayed was not very funny, however. He was predicting an 8.4 Richter scale earthquake (a monstrous size), epicenter San Juan Islands off the coast of British Columbia, for around 3:40pm, August 4th, 1996, to be followed by two major aftershocks on August 6th and 10th. Many thousands were to die in the Vancouver and Victoria, B.C., areas. There would be major problems with water, power, and looting after.
The information (or something similar) had been predicted before, and after all, we in the Pacific Northwest do live on some sort of fault zone, or near one at least. So none of this is quite as drastic in terms of believability as, say, the plot of the movie Independence Day, which has the Americans fighting tooth and nail for our planet again some real bad guy aliens with giants ships who provide great script material for the computer nerds at Hollywoods Industrial Light and Magic. And, although it is a fact that the vast majority of prophetic predictions are wrong (check the records), Im not here concerned with the right or wrong of prophecy. Obviously, anything can and may (and eventually will) happen, and in a geophysical fault zone its not a bad idea to avoid living in a tin shack. Precaution belongs to the realm of pragmatism and common sense. What Im concerned about, however, is the right usage of thought.
The spiritual path is inherently one of interiorization, going within, while remaining connected and grounded to this physical world. Again and again, however, we have been seduced into an exteriorized fixation with the outer world, to the point of losing our inner point of reference (which is, in simplest terms, our pure consciousness or calmness of mind). Historically, this has been borne out in the endless repetitive patterns involving attempts to impose our view of the world (what Robert Anton Wilson called reality boxes) onto others. This has happened in science and art, but pre-eminently this phenomenon is found in religion and politics.
As a result of all this history, weve been remarkably prone to manipulation. Repeat something enough times, and no matter how ludicrous, people will eventually start believing in it. This is a trait peculiar to our species that has fueled the motivation for all sorts of troublesome events, from the Christian Crusades and Inquisitions to the Third Reich and Cold War. Obviously, these are optimum examples of lemming-inanity, but they all have their genesis in this fascination with the outer world to the complete obliviousness of the inner.
Doubt me on this? Then consider the following
Small folks with big heads, big eyes, and no genitalia have been watching us for at least five hundred years, and possibly since the time of the Egyptians. Occasionally, they steal someone for a few hours known as an abduction and then return them with no memory of the event. They have a particular fondness for cow anuses and eyeballs.
In 1947 an unidentified craft crashed on a sheep ranch, about 75 miles from Roswell, New Mexico. The craft allegedly contained four alien bodies, one still alive. Since then, there have been other crashes, and the US government has a secret base in the Nevada desert where the alien technology is studied, and replicated. This has been going on for at least fifty years. A massive cover-up, which has included a disinformation campaign orchestrated by government agents, has prevented the public from knowing all this has been happening.
The world is controlled by about one hundred people and the wealthy families connected to them. They determine the world economy, political climate, wars, and possibly even the weather and the winner of the Super Bowl. They are part of an underground occult group known loosely as the Illuminati, and have been in existence for at least two hundred years and possibly several thousand. They may even go back to the time of Zecharia Sitchins Anunnaki, the aliens he claimed landed on Earth 400,000 years ago.
Around 1950 the US government made a pact with an alien nation known as the Zeta Reticuli, a pact that involved information-exchange and non-interference in each others affairs. Unfortunately, the Americans made the deal with the wrong aliens. Known in some circles as the Greys, these aliens are not especially interested in our welfare, and are here for their own reasons. They need our genetic material, and maybe even our planet. They have also not honored the original terms of the contract with the Americans. Realizing their blunder, the US has opted for total secrecy on the matter, fearing anarchy if the information was given in its totality to the public.
Another alien race, from the star system Procyon, warned the Americans about the Greys at the time they signed the contract, but the Americans were not interested in the Procyons because they required the dismantlement of all nuclear weapons as the price for giving the Americans scientific and spiritual teachings.
John Kennedy was not assassinated by Lee Harvey Oswald. It was a joint Grey-CIA operation done with the intention to stop him from implementing certain policies that ran counter to the military-industrial complex that is overseen by the Illuminati. His own bodyguard, William Greer, shot him. They is a film that apparently shows this, clearly.
The surface of the Moon is actually composed of a fine dust that chemically resembles cheese (Brie, for you cheese connoisseurs) and a British cow was witnessed flying over the lunar Fra Mauro highlands by the crew of Apollo 13. The cow appeared mad and was communicating telepathically about some prophesied event that involved Brits being limited to McChickens and Filet-o-Fishes.
Which of the above paragraphs did you find yourself believing just because it was written in a serious tone?
If you answer yes to any, you fail the Guru Gullibility test. If, however, you answer no to all, you also fail. In fact, if you answer the question at all, you fail.
Set yourself the intention that for one week, you are going to look for evidence that your neighbours, family, and friends are conspiring to have you committed to a mental institution. Within one week, you may indeed have your evidence!
In fact, set yourself the intention to believe anything, and if you really intend it, you shall believe it in such a way that you may just begin to see it. As Gurdjieff once said, Only one thing is higher than God, and that is a wish.
For the record, Im an out there kind of guy and I actually suspect that some of the preceding tales may be rooted in partial truths. But simply believing in something because it feels right or because it appeals to our yearning to move beyond the box of conventional thinking and conventional means of perceiving the universe is often problematic. In fact, on the spiritual path most beliefs ultimately are useless and many may even be actually harmful, in the sense of blocking our forward movement.
One of the oddities of the spiritual path involves the tendency of those on it to adopt new, and even more numerous, beliefs. This is spite of the fact that enlightenment is about the dissolution of beliefs, the total let-go of all rigid reality-maps that purport to explain how things really are.
There can be no boxed and labeled cosmology of life. All road-maps that do not evolve and grow must of necessity lead nowhere. Of all the traditions of spirituality that has grasped this point deeply perhaps none have expressed it more succinctly than Zen (a pathless path if ever there was one), which originated in China and flowered in Japan. Zen koans are paradoxes that have no linear rational answer (such as, show me your face before your parents were born, or What is the sound of one hand clapping?).
In a sense, all spiritual questions of significance are koans. This is because enlightenment is not an intellectual answer. In fact, it is more properly a condition where the question is dropped, or deconstructed at its source. The question itself gets consumed in the fire of conscious inquiry, which is a state of alertness that lead directly to revelation. Revelation, in spite of connotations attached to that word, is a very natural and even ordinary condition that arises when we are open and ready to go beyond the need for intellectual answers. We embody revelation when we turn our mind back to the source of the question itself which always ends in the ultimate question, who (or what) am I? Deeply entering this ultimate koan results in us becoming, literally, what we have been seeking.
The more immature form of seeking involves a lusting after answers and thus a susceptibility to dependent relationships with spiritual gurus, teachers, psychics, prophets, therapists, what have you. Once one develops the appetite for neatly packaged or colorfully dazzling answers, one can get addicted to sourcing these answers from endless oracles of wisdom. With this, naturally, follows endless new sets of belief systems, all of which translate into simply changing the dream of ego-based reality (say, from black and white TV to Technicolor) rather than waking up from the dream entirely (turning the TV off).
What does it mean to wake up? This question is certainly as profound as it is simple. Awakening involves a relationship with the Real, the timeless: that which has always been here. It sounds absurdly simple (and subtle), and it is.
What would be the signs of such an awakening? For one, there is an unbroken awareness of that which is deathless permanent. And what is this something that is permanent? It has been called many things, but put most simply, we can call it pure consciousness. Not consciousness of anything just crystal clear awareness, within which all of our immediate surroundings and psychological conditions abide.
An interesting thing can be observed easily, and that is that all neurosis and dysfunction has its origin in thought, not consciousness. Awareness is the backdrop or ground to our noisy mind that is not defined by the terms and parameters of the mind namely, space and time.
There is a quiet, very ordinary center of basic sanity, clarity, and goodness that exists in us all. It is really no big deal. The tendency to mythologize it into something special derives from our immature tendencies, parts of us that dont truly want to take responsibility for our own realization of Truth and happiness, and insist on being rescued by a saviour. Then, we simply transfer that compulsion to be rescued onto our relationships, turning our loved one into the saviour or our boss, parents, friends, therapist, government, spiritual teacher, even God anything rather than face the naked truth of just how unlimited, powerful and divine we really are.
The source of this unlimited, powerful divinity is simple. It is our God-given birthright to truly, once and for all, wake up.
Epilogue On the appointed day of what was to be the terrible earthquake predicted by the alien from Sirius, several people I knew who had faith in the psychic/medium stocked up on provisions, bolted up their homes, and drove out of town. I awoke on the morning of August 4th, to a clear blue sky and warm sunshine. At the appointed time of 3:40pm, I drove across the landmark Lions Gate bridge, with its spectacular views of the Straight of Georgia leading out to the Pacific Ocean. The sun was gleaming off the towers of the bridge, and the steady drum of traffic produced the usual low-level vibration discernable on the bridge. The traffic was heavy, and came to a standstill on the bridge right around 3:40pm. I closed my eyes for a minute and meditated. Nothing happened. The traffic began flowing again. I drove off the bridge.
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