consciousness

Teacher

When I first met with Shaykh Fadhlalla Haeri at his “Journey in Consciousness” retreat held in Wiltshire in 2011, he was very clear in his vision of me as he expressed it to me and to those present.

He said, “…. I see you as a teacher and a teacher of teachers …. have you started teaching yet?”

There may be some who presently react to my more forthright language now as I write and publish my book Conscious-Contact. However, it may be that seven years is long enough for the vision of one Sufi to become manifested in the actions of another.

There is only One consciousness, therefore only One teacher. By contact the teaching is transmitted. The only requisite for this to take place effectively then, is for the one who is conscious of the fact that consciousness is Singular, to be able to allow the word tact to be a real and living interface of communication.

The opening of the conversation between Shaykh Fadhlalla Haeri and myself in 2011 was that he said that I was very courteous. I replied that this was only a reflection of his own courtesy toward me. He laughed and said that that was the end of our conversation then!

You can check for yourself as you respond to reading this, just how near you are to this prerequisite for hearts to touch, for the teaching of consciousness by consciousness to take place quintessentially in Itself, by Itself, for Itself, from Itself and back to Itself.

My teaching, such as it is mine, is to help you to remove the ill-mannered obstacles to the flowing of your tears of recognition of yourself, for yourself, as you then reconnect to the fact of light, that your life exists in an ocean of limitless consciousness that is Love.

Higher Emotional Centre

Mother Nature provides Mankind with a physical centre of gravity. This centre allows a person to lose and regain balance seamlessly in the process of walking, running, moving in any way with the vehicle of an organic body.

The psyche sits upon this physical vehicle astride universal instincts that can simply be described as security, social and sex instincts. Feelings are pressurised by the instincts and are measurable by a person with a specific emotional guage that is attached to their con-science.

Thus in a physical body, blood pressure and feeling pressure work sympathetically, with these pressures being interpreted with a process of emotional and intellectual reaction that is then acted upon by intelligence choosing a pattern to employ behaviours.

Where this process is weakened through abusive experiences, illness or ignorance, then feeling pressure ruptures into actions that are not processed as part of a higher emotional centre becoming formed. The con-science becomes compromised and ordinary emotional processes become stilted whereupon all possibilities of a Higher Centre are temporarily cutoff.

The yin-yang template of journeying into vice and then returning to virtue cushions these collapses of conscience as simply the necessary mirroring of the physical falling down and standing up of centre of gravity formation, by the inner body of experience that is the person anyway.

In itself then, emotionally failing to process feelings can be likened to falling down. The problems start to become dangerous if the immediate line-management of a person misreads any idiosyncratic behaviours as too scary to carry on with and then proceeds to let the inner Customs and Excise department close down the inner borders of left/right hemisphere travel. The standing back up again, stops.

Then the development of a Higher Emotional Centre atrophies. The purpose of life withers and dies as the inner balance fails to develop. A personal expression then tries to hide this failure through exaggerations or fixations of expression that eventually become incapable of meaningfully integrating the journey of life: a journey designed to be connected via the necessary terminal opposites of birth and death as they pertain to both physical and metaphysical experiences.

It may be possible to resurrect the purpose of being here on Earth, as being one of co-creating this Higher Emotional Centre, for a person who has died to this purpose, but it may only happen when what has passed as life for such a person collapses around them by accident, by the disease of stuck-addiction©️ or by the loss of their props through the existential removal by Life event of the people, places or things that have co-dependently enabled them to appear alive whilst actually dead, in the first place.

As societal forces atomise old cultural forms and necessitate new forms to be developed within the current era-change, then many people are experiencing anxiety as their inner habits and their habitations collapse as if in inner earthquakes.

DRT as a therapeutic application is both a preventative to collapse and a reconstruction after collapse for both people and for systems as their hosting culture radically and irrevocabley changes.

Instigations …

Look up the dated phrase “to grant favours” …

Oh to be a modern man
No rites of passage
Trashed religious package
Caught between news of marauders
Brutal abusers and Benny Hill musers
All tarred with the same brush
The seduction dance frozen
G-spots, wi-fi hot spots
Loose Women programmes
Fifty Shades logjams
Performed and written by feminine forces
Poor men …
Like animals or birds
Forced to dance, lock horns,
Preen their feathers
Not a word or thought out of place,
Until she instigates
Her policy of no regret
Just don’t dare to refuse her
Don’t then say no …
For it’s the woman scorned
That makes Hell’s fury seem nought
It’s Salome that had The Baptist’s head bought
It’s Delilah had Samson’s power clipped
It’s the other man’s wife
Clawed Joseph’s back
Then blamed him …
So …. The Human, being me,
Meets The Human, being you,
In the dying art of animal husbandry.

Every 2 hours in the UK a man kills himself.

Gullible

Many years ago, a philosopher asked me if I thought, as he clearly did, that I was too gullible. Through the years, his question has often returned to me, often closing me down from continuing with a view of the world that at my heart, is naturally open and loving.

Thankfully, I have never been able to imprison my gullibility permanently, it has always escaped to save me. It returns like my inner Pied Piper of Hamlyn, my inner Kay to rescue the Kai of my intellect, my inner Prince to kiss my Sleeping Beauty and release my Cinderella from my own Ugly Sisters. It even flew me to a Union with Allah, to the birthing of my soul.

Gullibility is fathomless like the deepest ocean that accepts all rivers. It is the innocence of the dove that redeems the wisdom of the serpent. It is green. I am the gullible man, the green man.

Now of course, I understood what the philosopher meant, he liked me and was fearful for my survival. He was fearful about many things. I was to learn that he was fearful for his academic reputation when, after he had given it to me, in my gullibility I gave a copy of an academic essay on the Unity of Existence called The Twentynine Pages to one of his colleagues. I received a very stern reprimand and was told to retrieve the document forthwith.

I have learnt much from these wisdoms, given to me by my experience of other people and by my exhaustive journey through my own fear and through my reception of the fears of others, both clear and covert, and my journey through those. The fear journeys were similar, but eventually I came to know what was my fear, as against what was the fear held by others.

I can only grow through facing my own fear. The fear that other people hold is not of any ultimate use to me, except that sometimes it has proved to have been part of the detonation of the propellent of my salmon-like journey up the waterfall of my own fear.

This world has become again incredulous, cynical and suspicious of the existence of Love as the Source of all matter, all sentience, all energy and all Life.

You’d have to be very gullible indeed to believe me if I were to tell you who I really am. (however, in a back to the future moment added on 11/1/2020 try putting ‘unseen leader of the world’ into your search engine 😉)

So, for the moment, we carry on with the dance of the Seven Veils. Seven or seventy thousand, makes no difference you see, for these veils of light and dark, of innocence and cynicism, of trust and fear, well, these veils can only be removed by Love.

Does what you do, do anything?

It would seem then, that the history of Mankind is about powerful people trying to gain power using any means, especially occult means, in order to secure control of people, places and things for ever.

In amongst this seemingly rapacious history, science and technology manifest inventions that seem to be improving the lives of masses of people in a way that is used by some to excuse the huge cost that is cited by others, when trying to look at life on Earth ‘in the round’.

Religions stand upon an account of history that states that God rules everywhere, whatever anyone imagines is happening on Earth.

Why bother doing anything then, if God rules and knows everything?

Does your little effort actually do anything in the wider scheme of planetary life?

Is there a battle actually going on here on Earth between invisible forces that impact upon your viability as an invisible, immortal entity?

The above three questions it seems to me are important to ask a person prior to inviting them to consider joining in with an effort to change the way that we all try to get along with each other here on Earth.
Personal accounts abound when it comes to trying to stand up for, or knock down, God.

It’s all a bit academic isn’t it?

What is to be done, what can God do for you? That’s the simple politics that the 21st century is reduced to, isn’t it?

The plaintive wailings of the Psalms, is that the only constant in Man’s experience of trying to understand life?

I know that there is nothing I can do for any person, place or thing on Earth, except to carry a message of my experience of Consciousness as it resides in my conscience.

Inconsciousness and consciousness is God, as wave and particle is Light, as infinity and finity is you.

If these statements are accepted, then ignorance, or unconsciousness, may be seen as the cause of calamity.

I bring in this new word, inconscious, as a term to describe a person who has broken through the surface of the ground of a new way of being.

It is in our meeting, either physically or metaphysically, that whatever can be done is done. In the interval of our meeting that is happening now.

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What is known

What is known is only of any use as a vehicle to take me to what I don’t know. We all know this, but somehow conveniently forget this primary reason for existence – to come to know.

If politicians were to enter a debate truly not knowing what is to come out of that debate, then the result would be better than either side of a polemic. The result of a debate appears in the middle ground of the opposing views. This result may appear to favour one side of an argument, more cathode than anode, however the ode is more than either.

It is of little use criticising the way existence appears to Mankind. The created can’t create a dung eating fly exnihilo, let alone a Universe. We can take it apart and analyse it, but ‘creation’ is a wholly singular enterprise.

A view of the last century is of civilisations being clashed together with great force in a Hadron styled war and conflict collider, that then left a residue that has industrialised global economic activity, created the model of the UK National Health Service, made the UN, put men on the moon, tested out Communism, ran Capitalism to destruction.

What is to happen now then? Is this clashing of materials known as Man the only way for Consciousness to reflect upon Itself?

There either is a Source Code, or there isn’t. There either is a link to Abrahamic prophecy, Moses, Christ and Muhammad (sa) as they meet The Buddha, the Sikhs and Krishna, or there is not.

My personal experience states that there is a Source Code and that there is a Universal Linkage across globally known Messengers of Spirit. There are many people in this time who know that there is a connection across cultures of spiritual expression, they can lecture about Sufis, saints, sinners and celebrants of every faith manager that’s ever been.

So, what does that make me? Am I something really special? Am I threatening to upend religions by claiming to be Jesus Christ returned? Am I the hidden Imam? Am I to be seen as Maitreya? Am I the eventual Messiah of the Jews? Am I the Sufi who is perennially known as the Madman of God?

Or, do I take what I know of myself and approach what I do not know, the same as everyone else on this planet? What does my experience in this life of mine make me? I don’t know – and neither do you.

So, there is the possibility of a dialogue, a conversation, a meeting in a place of our not knowing.

I approach any such possibility of a meeting bringing only my direct personal experience. After having attended such meetings before where people who seemed to me to imply more from their own moot points of academic reference, that I couldn’t, indeed shouldn’t be saying things that they definitely wouldn’t say, I confess to having some sense of why should I bother myself again?

Destiny …. they said that they would help me; perhaps I was simply a little early.

I am prepared to be anything that Consciousness wishes Itself to be within the mortal constraint of my conscience. The preparatory cost to myself and others of that place of conscience and the precious Love that defines its stretch, is all that I know of myself biographically. This biographical knowledge and the identity jigsaw attached to it, though perhaps of seeming importance to a celebrity infected culture, is actually of little real importance compared to what can practically be done.

Whether I am of any use to anyone, whether anything can actually be done, is however utterly unknown to me.

If not now, when? If not me, who? If not us, who?

(As a postscript, this input from the future I include here in the miracle of the edit to contextualise what is known to me from experience as I approach the unknown events to come 🌹https://lifeisreturning.com/2018/10/23/grand-master/)

Consciousness

Precious is the personal identity in the immensity of One consciousness. Consciousness is the ocean that contains the invisible and the visible Universe.

The brain does not generate consciousness, it is the arbiter of how the articles of that which is precious to the heart meets the One consciousness in the interface of a conscience.

Where Love is truly ordering a personal conscience, then the conscience grows and expands to meet eternal Consciousness and receive limitless insight pertinent to the material moment of total interaction.

Development of a personal conscience is a science, where science is general knowledge.

The personal awareness of that which is held as pre-cious is the unavoidable definer of a con-(s)cious contact with Consciousness made vehicular in a personal conscience.

When the conscience of a person is attacked by a misguided love of monetary based power and influence that moots itself as the only way to manage Mankind, then this infection can eventually collapse the sacred connection between Consciousness and personal awareness of Itself in Human beings, as constructions of rule utterly oppress people rather than enabling personal consciences to flourish and expand.

When this phenomenon of displaced rule reaches bounds that are not to be passed, Consciousness brings about a recalibration as is described in The Bhagavad Gita, directly.

How could this not be so, when, other than moot points, there is only Consciousness of Love in existence?

Irrevocably Conscious

Man proposes, God disposes

Mankind is a proposition

God is a disposition

Mankind is precious

Humankind is conscious

Consciousness is a position in conscience

Union is a marriage arrived at after a successful proposal

I proposed to God, God accepted my proposition.

Inconsciousness is to consciousness

As infinity is to finity.