Sunday, 24 April 2016

The View From The Down Under

“Along with the ‘entombment’ motif comes stories of gods, goddesses, godmen and heroes who thus descend into the underworld…”  - ‘Christ In Egypt: The Horus-Jesus Connection,’ D.M. Murdock, p. 385

‘Thank you for giving me some of your valuable time, Commissioner, as you seem to like to be called.’

‘It’s as good a title as any, until things settle down a little more, and we take our Next Steps.  And glad to give you a little time, Sharyl.  I’ve been a big fan of yours, you might as well know.'

‘Really?  I’m flattered, and honored.’

‘You have been a credit to the investigative journalism profession.  Which can’t be said for many, unfortunately.  But all in the greater scheme of things.  So: how would you like our time together to unfold.  I see that you are all ready to get into it.’

‘Yes.  I would love to hear first of all about your formative years, how you handled your upbringing, what you felt, deep inside.’

‘The early years; yes.  A good place to start.  ’The wakeup call',,.

‘I am reminded first off of the time in high school when I came across a comment that really resonated with me.  This was the years of the Korean War, and our school held a competition between the grades as to which class could bring in the most paperbacks for our troops ‘Over There’ to read between bouts of going out to kill other human beings.  Our class - I was in my Senior year at the time, as I recall - did very well in the campaign.  We ended up having a huge pile of books to donate to the cause, and I got to going through them at one point before they were sent off; and I came across a novel entitled ’Scaramouche,’ I well remember, and recall vividly its opening line; quote: “He was born with a sense that the world was mad.” It actually included being born “with a gift of laughter” too, but that one’s been harder for me to relate to.  But the former statement: ’Yes!’ I exclaimed, with sudden recognition.  ‘That’s it!  That is precisely how I feel.’  

‘All this warring business.  Over and over and over again.  No sooner had we finished one big one - World War Two - and we started in on another; the Korean ‘Police Action’.  It was as if we needed our fix.  Our fixation on ‘war;’ as a substitute, for - what.  Boredom?  To while away our time with??  I was getting royally put off by it, to be a bit euphemistic in the expression of my feeling.’

‘This was…1951?  ’52??’

‘That period of time.  And it wasn’t due to the fact that that ’fix’ was close to catching me up in it as well.  Those of us planning on going on into college were exempt from the draft.  And I didn’t even think of that at the time.  I was just disgusted with the whole thing. I remember writing an essay at the time, for my English class, which I concluded with the disgusted and resigned observation that, “War has become part of the nature of Man.”  Now, I - ‘

‘Were you religious at the time?  Have a particular religion?’

‘’No, that wasn’t part of it.  Yes, I had been brought up in a religion.  The Christian religion; had been born into the Mormon Church, and my mother sent me off to Sunday school ’religiously’.  As part of the divorce agreement with my father, I suspect; she had dropped out of the Church herself.  Another story.  But I had dropped out of going to Sunday School by then.  I wasn’t really getting anything out of it.  It just didn’t appeal to me.  So it wasn’t a ’religious’ thing.  It was more simply an existential thing.  See, I understand, and understood at the time, that we humans are based on a ’higher primate’ template, and part of our makeup does have the business about territoriality, and competition for mates, and such like.  But there was so much more to us.’

‘You felt that even then.’

‘Yes.  I didn’t know the precise details then about our brain structure, how there is a primitive level to them but there is also an overriding part to them, that brings into our awareness a whole new world.  Of opportunity.  Of, well, awareness.’

‘Of higher things.’

‘Of higher things  And so there I was, in my high school years, feeling that the world around me was mad.  And so, what was I going to do about it.’

‘And so - what did you think to do.  That you could do.  It must have been - frustrating.’  

‘It was.  And that is a good way to put it, Sharyl: What could I do, about it.  What could I do.

‘And what I came up with was to go on into college with a pre-med major.  That was the best way that I could think of to make a difference.  To be a help to people.’ 

‘Was anybody in your family in medicine?’

‘No.  Well, my father had become a chiropractor in his life.  But with my parents having divorced when I was just a baby, and my growing up with my mother, that was never really a factor in my decision.  No, it was simply a decision as to the best way I could be of help to people.’

‘And then…’

‘And then I went off to university.  Stanford University.  ‘The Harvard of the West,’ it was known as.  More prestigious than my mother and I between us could afford, but I got a substantial scholarship.

‘And studied hard for two years and a bit, in my pre-med major classes.  And even got preliminary acceptance into Stanford Medical School, starting the following school year.  - ‘

‘Your Senior year?’

‘Yes.  They allowed those who were keen to get on with their lives, and had fulfilled their required prelim courses, to go in on a speeded-up basis.

‘And then a funny thing happened to me on my way to medical school…Do you want to take a short break before we get into the next chapter of ‘My Life As a Change Agent’?’

'Rather more than just that, I would observe.'

'Just fulfilling my contract, in getting Americans to honor their constitutional contract, before it gets released, into the larger scheme of things, properly.  The Light way.  Not the Dark way.  The true Synthesis of the historical process, unfolding its way to Completion.'

‘A good note to take a break on. Let’s do get a cup of tea, or something.’

‘I have a bunch of different kinds of herb teas.  They’re really very good.  And, of course, good for you…’

‘So.  You were about to get into…the ‘funny thing that happened to you on your way to medical school’.’ 

‘Yes.  To back up a touch, to ‘get into’ it.

‘Once I had received word of my acceptance into Stanford Med School for the following school year - and had accomplished that milestone in my life - I relaxed a little in my pre-med course concentration, and took a short-story writing course.  I had been interested in writing since early on in my high school years, and fancied getting into a little self-expression, after all of my heavy-duty science classes.  It was during that time that my personal story picked up a beat.  

‘It began with my working on a story line as a particular exercise of some sort or other, that began to take on a life of its own, and was turning into a novella.  I went to my course instructor - a fine young woman who had a reputation as a short story author - and explained to her what was going on with me, and asked her to glance over what I was working on, and tell me if I should let it go and get back to the exercise itself.  She kindly took a look at it, and, somewhat to my surprise, encouraged me to stay on with my personal ’exercise’.

‘It was a story about a young doctor who has an encounter with a situation that changes his life.  Little did I know what I was getting myself into, at that time.  After all, it was just a story…’

‘From your inner being.’

‘From my inner being.  Anyway, long story short - that’s a pun - ‘

‘Got it.’

‘ - I was working away one night at this ‘story,’ when I began feeling restless; couldn’t concentrate - ‘

‘On the fictional story.’

‘Indeed.  And decided to go out for a walk.

‘It was winter time in northern California, and so it was seasonally cold, although not too much so, and I had my jacket on; and in just wandering to start with, to clear the cobwebs, decided to go sit in the school’s outdoor amphitheater for a bit.  This was a big natural amphitheater - could hold maybe ten thousand people - and although it would have no lights on, I knew it well enough to make my way into it, through the trees that surrounded it.  Once inside the screen of trees, I had to pause a bit for my eyes to adjust - it was pitch black in there.  And it was very much like I had entered into another reality: All the lights and motion and sounds from the campus were screened off, and it was just me, and this enormous sky, brimfull of stars.  No moon, no clouds.  Just us two.  Which feeling occasioned the first thing that happened to me, after having found a level in the dark to sit on.

‘The first was the thought, ‘How small and insignificant we are in the great scheme of things.’  I felt as though I were in the bottom of a very deep well, looking up and out at another reality.  And then the next thing that happened was - as if in reply to my unvoiced thought - the feeling of something very large coming into me - into my heart area - from that larger reality - whooosh! - and it knocked me onto my back, and coursed through me like an electric charge, and burst me into tears.  Over and over.  I don’t recall that I had ever heard of the ’kundalini rising’ experience before that time.  And I don’t know if that is, indeed, what I had.  All I know is that something happened to me, that I couldn’t fathom at the time.  Which went on for, I don’t know,  - ‘

‘I was about to ask.’

‘  - It could have been ten minutes, fifteen, five.  I’m not really sure, to this day. 

‘Anyway, it - I - finally calmed down.  And I sat up.  And my left brain, pre-med, scientific, rational mind kicked in, and I asked myself, calmly and soberly, ’Now, what was that all about.’  

‘And I found myself getting an answer.  It didn’t come to me in a voice.  It was just a feeling.  - ‘

‘A knowing.’

‘A knowing; yes.  A gentle - the feeling of a gentle, but very sure, Presence, that said - in my words:

‘“The universe has Purpose; and that Purpose is Good.”

‘And that was it.’


‘And I got up, and walked back out to the everyday world of my university, and in heading back to my dorm, I remember thinking, very rationally, ‘Now, where is the largest public library in the western world.’  Because I knew that my life had changed.  That I had to go start seeking Truth with a capital t.’

‘And where did you go.’

‘I figured it must be the Main Public Library in New York City.  So I quit school, had a confrontation with my mother - who thought I had gone ‘round the bend, from too much studying - and - ‘

‘But you knew better.’

‘I was absolutely sure that I knew better.  Knew, that I didn’t know, really, what life was all about; and that it was time for me to find out.  That my time had come.’  

‘And so…’

‘And so I got a job, in a hospital in L.A., as an operating room orderly, to earn some money, and then headed for New York City, from my home in Southern California.  All the way across the continent.  In a few leaps, from delivering cars to a couple of different cities, and finishing off making it into Manhattan on the bus, from Pittsburg, I think it was.  It would have been perhaps too ironic to have ‘jumped’ there from Philadelphia.’

‘Why so.’

‘Because part of my awakening process was to the deeper side of the American experiment in self-governance.  Yes, I went into the ‘religious’ aspect - read about all of the religions, and spiritual philosophies, and UFOs, and ESP, and so forth and so on - but also got into the business of what was going on in the world politically, and had been going on, for a long, long time.’

‘The upshot of all this being…’

‘The upshot of all this being that, after a year of researching in the stacks of the Main Public Library in New York City, and serving my two years of draft duty in the Army - as a conscientious objector - in Korea, I have dedicated my life to Spirit.  And to Truth.  Which led to the occasion of my becoming in charge in America for the time being.  Fulfilling my Mission.’

'Your mission.  As in...commission-er.'

'Well spotted.'

‘I always was a clever lass.'

'And so you are.  And valuable, in your chosen profession.'

'As to that: You mentioned the ‘political’ angle.  Do you want to go into that a little more deeply?’                                                 

‘Not at this time.  It has become obvious who some very Dark-side people have been.  I was onto them a long time ago.  Well; from this period of my life that I have gone into here.  

‘I will say, that I was aware even earlier on of my disgust for communist regimes in the world.  Enslaving their peoples in ’freeing’ them from the clutches of the capitalists and their system.  Talk about pots and kettles.  

‘I remember being particularly incensed about the Berlin Wall.  ‘Try to escape from our worker’s paradise and we will shoot you.  You WILL be a good communist. Or we will eliminate you.  Make up your mind.’  And so, many did.  And dutifully got shot for their unwillingness to be slaves to the state.  To an ‘idea’.  Where everybody is equal; and some just happen to be more equal than others.

‘Hypocrisy.  I hate it.

‘But.  It’s all par for the course.  As I have said: Life is a school  The purpose - ‘

‘’is to graduate.’  Yes, I am aware of that saying of yours.  And now, here we are.’

‘Indeed.  Graduate school.’

‘Amusing line.  In a way…Is it never-ending?’

‘I would think so.  As we evolve - unfold - in consciousness, so is the Whole enriched.  And souls - pieces of the continent, parts of the main - are constantly coming online, it would appear.  So - voila: a perpetual motion machine.  On, and on, and on…We might as well get used to it.  Even when we come back to Unity.’

‘Mmm…Any parting words, thoughts???’

‘…Now that we are on our way to eliminating money itself - which I finally realized, in my search for answers, was, in its interest-bearing form, the bottom-line reason for all the warring that we have been involved in; pitting us against each other - with 'money' considered as an end, rather than simply as a means - rather than with each other.  So that ‘communism’ has, after all, part of the answer to our moving on, in championing the sense in us of commun-ity - with, as I say, our being on our way to eliminating money, with our Age of Abundance, to say our access to the technology of Manifestation, a word of caution, in not losing sight of essentials.  And that is:  What’s it to you if someone has more of something - as it used to be, money; but it could be anything; looks, smarts - than you?  They will have their lessons to learn with it.  Just as you will without it.

‘As I have said…’

‘…Thank you for your perspectives, Commission-er.’

‘No worries, mate.  Hey.  A blast from my past, there.  From my days living Down Under.  

‘Down Under, in the Down Under.

‘At the bottom of the well.

'Where things are now very, very well......'

'...I don't...'

'I was just reminiscing there, for a bit.  You see, what I left out of my story was the part where I went off to live in a spiritual community in the north of Scotland for a large part of my life - before coming back onto the main scene of life - where one of the founders, a woman who channeled, was wont to say often, "All is very, very well."  And I didn't understand it fully at the time.   All was obviously not  "very very well".

'But it all depends on where you are looking at things from, doesn't it.  Take, for example, the man who got to calling himself Barack Hussein Obama.'

'I don't understand.'

'You will,  when you understand fully that I call myself the co-mission-er.

'And that's why I have held off pressing charges against him.'


'Not because of concerns about civil unrest.  But because

'he was just doing his job.

'From the larger perspective on things.

'Which we are all now beginning to inherit.  Having made our way...'

'Out of the well.'

'You got it...Just one last point.'

'Which is...'

'That - to take Obama for example: he needs to recognize it.  To free himself from his role.  To move himself out of

'the well of his own making.'

'...As do we all.'

'As do we all.  All, players on the stage of life.  Playing a game of self-realization.  Now a prince, now a pauper.  Now of one sex, now of another. Now of one race or religion or nationality, or role in a family unit, now of another.  Big important people at this turn of the dice especially having to recognize that.'

'But so have we bit players.'

'And so have we.  Or to say, from the even larger perspective:

'And so have


'...The 'I's' have it.'

'Indeed, Sharyl; investigative journalist par excellence.  Indeed.'

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