Born With A Knowing

Born To Dream

It feels to me as though I were born made to dream with you lot.  Of how to escape this prison.  This prison planet.  And turn it - or a place like it - into a paradise.  Like that from which we had come.  For whatever all reasons. 

We should have known from early on - not, perhaps, from the outset; which would have defeated the purpose, of whatever all The Experience was for - that something was wrong, when we would go to the doctor, for whatever was ailing us, and, after a checkup, instead of telling us about what foods to eat and what not to eat, they would write a prescription for a drug or drugs; which items, foreign to our bodies, would cause a further litany of symptoms, for which these our ‘doctors’ - really, front men and women for the pharmaceutical industry - would write further prescriptions, and on and on, ad nauseam.  

Not the advice of ‘the Father of Medicine,’ Hippocrates.1  Well, those days are over.

Not speaking of the days of Hippocrates.  But of the days of the subversion of such good advice.

All, due to the introduction into this way-station of Eden of a concept.  A mental concept.  The concept of interest-bearing money.  And, when the Introducers of that concept had succeeded in their basic scam - got way with it, via a somnolent public - they built on it in the form of the concept of compound interest.

And what a nifty little money-spinner that has been for ‘them’. 

‘Them’: For these, our erstwhile Masters; rubbing their hands with perverted glee at the other concept - so close that they can almost taste of it; and lo to anybody who might attempt to get in their way.  Like President Donald Trump - of their New World Order.

Their totalitarian New World Order.

Their prison planet, writ large.     

As large as the entire planet that we inhabit.

For Good.  Or Evil.

Take your pick.

Because one of them is going down.

And it will not be the planet of Good.

For, that one is going 

Up.

Back, to where we came from.

And to know it as though for the first time.

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It took me a while to figure out what, precisely, was going on, in the world around me.  Which I was born into - this time around - in 1934 CE, in small-town Utah state of the U.S.A.  Into ‘Mormon country’: A group of incarnates with a particular take on the Bible, both Old and New Testaments thereof.  Which influence lasted with me - off and on - into my adulthood.  To a time that brought me up against some truth-seeker facts, that ended that period of my life, and set me adrift, to find my own shore to wash up on, in this turbulent sea of ideas that we call Life.  

I entertained, in my truth-seeker days - did I mention that aspect about myself?? - all ideas, as to What Life Was All About.  Even atheism.  But that seemed - quickly - so superficial to me.  What - that life was all about nothing more than in and of itself only?  That ‘evolution’ had no Intelligence behind it??  That our bodies - these intricate things of beauty; a symphony of vitamins and minerals and enzymes and hormones, and a Mystery in the Machine (with specialist cells designed - 'designed' - to digest the soft tissues when the Life Force weakened and left the host) - had ‘evolved’ just to die at some point, with no meaning to the experience???  Forgeddaboudit.  And I tried on different religions.  But it was never a fit.  

I came back, in my mind, to where I had begun, in the Christian religion, and tradition.  And decided - having had it with this world that made absolutely no sense to me, at least the way it was proceeding (into a dark future, as near as I could see)2 - to chuck it all in, and go for broke, by spending a couple of weekend retreats in Catholic monasteries, to try them on for size.  First, a Trappist monastic Order in northern California.  Where I found an interesting read, in their library for Retreaters like me, in the form of a book about the life and times of Bernard of Clairvaux, aka St. Bernard.  (Now, that appealed to me: the idea of a man, and then a small group of like-minded men, leaving ‘the world’ behind, and entering into a life of prayer and contemplation.  And then a small village grew up around them, of people drawn to bring a piece of that spirit into their daily lives.  And for a brief time, there was a Camelot of sorts, there in the southern part of France; a place where the life was dedicated to Spirit, and the ultimate Purpose of life.)3  

But it didn’t feel like a fit for me there.  Nor at a Cistercian monastery over on the coast in Big Sur country a few weekends after.  Good on them both, for what they were offering their ‘takers,’ and the public.  But I would have to look further, for my place, in this asylum.  

Which came about some years later on, when I came across a book titled ‘The Secret Life of Plants’.  The title piqued my curiosity; and, after a false start, I finally got into the book, reading a little at a time during my lunch breaks in my car in the parking lot of the place where I worked at that time.4  It is a very interesting book, about little-known aspects of Nature that we humans really should have been paying more attention to, all this time, on our little spoiled Eden.  But what really caught my attention was the last chapter, where the author writes about a ‘spiritual’ community in the north of Scotland where they are living with a primary intent to do so in harmony, not just with the (Love, Wisdom and Will of the) Creator, but with the Creation - with, in a word: Nature.  The place was called Findhorn.  

My ‘ears perked up’.  To the point where, only a short while later, I happened across a book (on the shelves of a favorite bookstore, in Hollywood, that I had gone to many years before regularly, for having lived in the area, called Pickwick’s Books) titled ‘The Magic of Findhorn’.  That name again.  I bought it - which had just been published; this was in 1975 - and found that it was all about the young Californian author’s visit and stay for a while at that community, wherein he dedicated a chapter each to the founding persons behind the spiritual enterprise.5  To me, it was another bread crumb.  And then the final one on the trail to the next chapter of my life was the opportunity, just a short few weeks later, to meet the founding couple, Peter and Eileen Caddy, during a New Age week-long conference in Santa Monica, where they stopped for a few days of it on their way to a speaking tour in Australia.  This gave me the opportunity to tune into the founders themselves, see how I felt about them as real-life individuals.  I went.  I met.  They conquered. 

To the point that I spent the better part of the next thirty years of my life living in that community.  Which I fancied, at the start, was much like the Camelot of St. Bernard’s time and life: a community of dedicated souls at the heart, around which a ’New Age,’ eco-village community grew up.  That that particular ‘vision’ did not hold up (for me at least) under the passage of time - what I took to be, at the outset, a splritual community with members turning subtly into a workshop center with employees - does not detract from the exercise.  But the time came for me to leave, and return to my home country, anyway, when an ineligible person became president of the United States.

Of my country.  Fondly thought of, throughout all my wanderings on the planet (I spent time living Down Under in Australia as well), with its emphasis on the human spirit, and its citizens’ independence from an overweening government - being their own sovereigns, responsible for their own growth and development.  The People having lost sight of their rule of law - the Constitution - in the overarching power of the Mainstream Media to determine their beliefs.  In Edward Bernay’s Public Relations style.6  And now, we Americans have been reduced to having to steer between the Democrat (Socialist) Party and the Republican (Old Guard Establishment/Corporate) Party.  Between the shoals of Scylla on the one hand and the whirlpool of Charybdis on the other.  In the in-effect new America First Party of Donald J. Trump.  Under severe attack from both sides.  Of the same Beast, in reality.  

The MSM is doing a bang-up job for their paymasters of trying to take down Trump and his presidency.7  And to try to enhance the ‘legacy’ of his predecessor in the office.  

The Usurper himself.  

Crowned, by both sides of the ostensible political aisle, for the very purpose, of “overthrowing the United States of America”.

Oh. Excuse me.  What he actually said was,  “We are five days away from fundamentally transforming the United States of America”.      

Same difference.  In intent.8

At the bottom of a petition sponsored by the Tea Party Campaign titled ‘Urgent Warning From The Tea Party To The Republican National Committee,’ listing 15 positions that the RNC must take to keep faith with its grassroots or lose the next election, I have appended my “personal thoughts” thusly:

“If we constitutionalists don’t pull together and Put America First, we cede the field of battle to the New World Order mob of totalitarians.  And that is the end of Liberty on Earth.”

And so what say You, Citizen??

And why???                     

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footnotes:  

1 Who said - lest it be forgotten, totally: ‘Let food be your medicine and medicine be your food.’

   He also advised practitioners of the ‘medical’ art: ‘First, Do No Harm.’

   Wow.  Such a long way from the founding of modern medicine - taking it out of the realm of such as sorcery, and putting it on the firm foundation of science - we have come… 

2 My state of mind by then also having been involved in my seeing through the illusion of ‘money’ - i.e., of interest-bearing money; and its co-partner in crime, fractional-reserve banking. To the point of having headed out, a decade prior, on a walking trip to Washington, D.C. (from my home then in a suburb of L.A.), “to see the President and draw to his attention that the way to rid ourselves of all our aches and evils is to do away with money,” as I phrased it in a letter that I dropped off in newspaper offices along the way; further, inviting people thusly: “If, after considering the matter thoroughly you agree, I suggest you write a letter saying so to Mr. Kennedy.” 

   This was in later summer/early winter of 1961.  He was just started in his ‘office’.  Nothing came of mine.  It was just something that I had to do.  To live with myself. 

   Life having a Purpose beyond just in and for itself, and all.

   But to continue.

3 This idea, of a Camelot of sorts, will come up later on in this report.  And I do not refer to how the Kennedy administration was tagged by the liberal Media.

   Read on.

4 This was back in southern California, after some years of living in the East Bay area, a few miles south of Oakland.  All of that is another story, having to do with my terrestrial, currently incarnate family.  

   A short comment on my ‘false start’ reference: I had come across the book a few years earlie than the time period I am referring to now, and bought a copy out of curiosity, and to have when I had time to get to it, in my ‘catholic’ reading habits.  Which drew on, until one day, not having cracked it, I gave it to a gal at work who was into growing a garden, hoping that she would get something out of it.  I don’t know if she ever did.  But I sure did, with another copy, purchased with a little more determination to read it this time.  Which, fortunately, I did.

   Which I will get to now, in this chronicle of one Pilgrim’s Progress.  

5 Peter and Eileen Caddy, a British couple, and their Canadian spiritual partner, Dorothy Maclean, being the main players in this drama; with David Spangler, a young American who became a co-founder of the fledgling community, right in behind, and an elderly, soft-spoken Scotsman by the name of Robert Ogilvie Crombie (known affectionately as Roc) having a secondary but co-starring role as well.    

6 He who pioneered the concept of public propaganda. To help sell products.  With doctors - or at least, actors in white coats - announcing the likes of ‘More Doctors smoke Chesterfield cigarettes than any other brand.’  And ‘Fluoridation is good for you.’  All of which has morphed into the modern usage of such as the female doctor’s rather authoritative advice on TV: ‘Take the damn vaccine.’

   Ah.  ‘The vaccine’ that delivers a load of aluminum into our brains that causes such maladies as epilepsy, and Parkinson’s, and Alzheimer’s - that ‘vaccine’???

  You’ve got to be kidding.

   No.  I ‘get’ that you are not.

   More’s the pity.

   For a lot - a very lot - of people.

   And ultimately

   for you.

7 The Frontiers of Freedom Foundation is doing the public a service when they quote, in their latest mailing, Bill O’Reilly as saying that the big media outlets have “ordered their employees to destroy Donald Trump”.

   But, of course, most of those employees have drunk the Kool-Aid anyway, and don’t have to be ordered to do so.  It is a positive pleasure to do so.  For them.  In their distorted view of 

   what life is all about.

8 His treason extending to the insertion into the U.S. of a Fifth Column of 'Red Dawn' advance forces, including MS-13 gang members, who, as you might remember, were released upon any incarceration of them on the orders of Obama's DHS.
   And to the audacity of telling Illegal aliens, in an interview on a La Raza-slanted radio program, in the lead-up to the 2016 elections, to get out and vote for the Democrats -  because they are residents, after all - and his administration would not charge them for it.
   For the, er, offense...
   The man has a lot to answer for.
   Slick, pleasant demeanor and all.