Ellie stayed in her sunroom most of the day. It was becoming her sanctuary. Her field work station. With all the animal activity outside, this was the best spot. Cool and comfortable, no bugs and nice seating. The recently cleaned windows provided a "reach out and touch' feeling.
The sun was making its downward descent in the western sky. A Wednesday evening. The hum drum of the room air conditioner along with the ceiling fan spinning around and around made the room delightful. Her recently purchased Mac laptop made this a perfect viewing station as her technology allowed her to capture most everything. With a tripod positioned in the right southwestern corner, some six feet away from a full wall of windows, she had front row seating to the animal kingdom. And binocular. A droid.
In the distance, the scalloped mountains rose and dropped one ridge after the other. Her Tibetan flags added a little color to the right walled windows.
Animals have extraordinary senses. With a blue moon just two days away, she could understand the frenetic animal behavior. Perhaps they were seeking refuge for the things they did not understand.
The hummingbird seeped and lifted in an almost synchronized art form. Three seconds of sipping, two of fluttering. A whisk and a zip and it was gone. Another young rabbit moves into the landscape. It occupies the same bald patch of ground as the one before it. And, the cardinal, dove and crow.
Ellie knew something about the area at cliff's edge. There were vibrations under the ground. An electrical effect. Six weeks earlier, sitting on her peach-colored Adirondack chair, her feet were buried into the lush grass. The shock forced her to put on rubber soled shoes before she would attempt to sit down again. In time, she moved the four chairs closer to the hill. She wondered if the animals, too, experienced the vibrations. She knew they were drawn to it. But what?
Then there was shadows on the ground, she could see them from her peripheral vision. When she looked up, the image disappeared. Some were quite large, the size of an automobile, others were small.
Was she being watched? It sure felt like it.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
I Vant To Be Alone
Before you can partner well, you must first live well with your self.
- me -
Ellie was relaxing on the wicker chair, as she does most every night. The knoll upon where her house sits was especially inviting this hot summer evening. The newly hung hummingbird feeder was receiving full activity as she hoped it would. The birds had found a new spot. On the side of the yard in the recently constructed Juliette-style deck with steps. It was the most magical, mystical area.
It was a full day of activity - animal wise. First, there were two month old rabbits, and some larger ones interspersed. The larger one could be found hutched in a bald spot on the ground. Clearly, this animal was planning to birth here. Ellie covered the hole again and again not wanting a nursery in the center of what little grass she had on her mountainside home.
She kept thinking about the bobcat that came three evenings ago. Why all this sudden activity? What did they know?
Her dreams were becoming more and more vivid. A palpation of sorts. The animals felt it. Ellie felt it. More knowings. Evening the so-called lenticular clouds were more abundant now. Bobcats appear to remind us the importance of being with self. Filling your reservoir with love, kindness and well being. Always.
But she couldn't explain the strange sounds in her home. Sounds which were becoming louder. Ceiling boards creaking unusually in warm weather. It had been hot for months so the expansion would have been complete. There were similar sounds in the middle of the night.
She remembered feeling a presence in the woods this past Monday morning. And in the early afternoon, but to a lesser extent then. Cardinals were flying by her sunroom windows. Hovering. Was she the one incarcerated? Incarcerated in what? Some kind of metaphor. She was sure of it.
How could she explain her need to be alone? The random chit chatter at potlucks bored her. She was becoming more of a loner, more of a person wanting small, intimate gatherings. People who would understand. She knew she had to balance her need to be away from the chaos so as not to come off aloof. Or snobby. Or elitist. But how do you explain it to people just beginning to understand? You can't.
Her pineal gland was becoming more noticeably activated. Someone had sent her a video a while back about it. It was time. Vibrations were continuing. Greta Garbo was in her head.
"I vant to be alone."
- me -
Ellie was relaxing on the wicker chair, as she does most every night. The knoll upon where her house sits was especially inviting this hot summer evening. The newly hung hummingbird feeder was receiving full activity as she hoped it would. The birds had found a new spot. On the side of the yard in the recently constructed Juliette-style deck with steps. It was the most magical, mystical area.
It was a full day of activity - animal wise. First, there were two month old rabbits, and some larger ones interspersed. The larger one could be found hutched in a bald spot on the ground. Clearly, this animal was planning to birth here. Ellie covered the hole again and again not wanting a nursery in the center of what little grass she had on her mountainside home.
She kept thinking about the bobcat that came three evenings ago. Why all this sudden activity? What did they know?
Her dreams were becoming more and more vivid. A palpation of sorts. The animals felt it. Ellie felt it. More knowings. Evening the so-called lenticular clouds were more abundant now. Bobcats appear to remind us the importance of being with self. Filling your reservoir with love, kindness and well being. Always.
But she couldn't explain the strange sounds in her home. Sounds which were becoming louder. Ceiling boards creaking unusually in warm weather. It had been hot for months so the expansion would have been complete. There were similar sounds in the middle of the night.
She remembered feeling a presence in the woods this past Monday morning. And in the early afternoon, but to a lesser extent then. Cardinals were flying by her sunroom windows. Hovering. Was she the one incarcerated? Incarcerated in what? Some kind of metaphor. She was sure of it.
How could she explain her need to be alone? The random chit chatter at potlucks bored her. She was becoming more of a loner, more of a person wanting small, intimate gatherings. People who would understand. She knew she had to balance her need to be away from the chaos so as not to come off aloof. Or snobby. Or elitist. But how do you explain it to people just beginning to understand? You can't.
Her pineal gland was becoming more noticeably activated. Someone had sent her a video a while back about it. It was time. Vibrations were continuing. Greta Garbo was in her head.
"I vant to be alone."
Monday, July 27, 2015
Here Kitty, Kitty
Since my beloved dogs passed last fall, more and more animals traverse the land I steward. At first, it was just raccoons, opossum, rats, mice, a variety of songbirds. Last week I found bear scat above the woods near the driveway.
Today when I was in the woods just near that area, I sensed a presence. I could hear a faint sound. Since I was staking four raspberry bushes, I decided to finish this for a while and come back into the house. Almost as soon as I was out of sight, the animal sound began. I thought it may be a bobcat sound so I youtubed it. It was a bobcat cry.
In the later afternoon, I was outside sprinkling the lawn for five minutes. I had just gotten inside and looked outside my studio through the window screen.
I wanted a clearer photograph and went into the sunroom for one.
The first thing I noticed was that the animals passing through are getting larger. My largest cocker spaniel was nearly thirty pounds and this bobcat was about five to ten pounds larger.
Today when I was in the woods just near that area, I sensed a presence. I could hear a faint sound. Since I was staking four raspberry bushes, I decided to finish this for a while and come back into the house. Almost as soon as I was out of sight, the animal sound began. I thought it may be a bobcat sound so I youtubed it. It was a bobcat cry.
In the later afternoon, I was outside sprinkling the lawn for five minutes. I had just gotten inside and looked outside my studio through the window screen.
I wanted a clearer photograph and went into the sunroom for one.
The first thing I noticed was that the animals passing through are getting larger. My largest cocker spaniel was nearly thirty pounds and this bobcat was about five to ten pounds larger.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Biocentrism: Does Material Create Consciousness? Or...
Learning Mind| A book titled “Biocentrism: How Life and Consciousness Are the Keys to Understanding the Nature of the Universe“ has stirred up the Internet, because it contained a notion that life does not end when the body dies, and it can last forever. The author of this publication, scientist Dr. Robert Lanza who was voted the 3rd most important scientist alive by the NY Times, has no doubts that this is possible.
Beyond time and space
Lanza is an expert in regenerative medicine and scientific director of Advanced Cell Technology Company. Before he has been known for his extensive research which dealt with stem cells, he was also famous for several successful experiments on cloning endangered animal species.
But not so long ago, the scientist became involved with physics, quantum mechanics and astrophysics. This explosive mixture has given birth to the new theory of biocentrism, which the professor has been preaching ever since. Biocentrism teaches that life and consciousness are fundamental to the universe. It is consciousness that creates the material universe, not the other way around.
Lanza points to the structure of the universe itself, and that the laws, forces, and constants of the universe appear to be fine-tuned for life, implying intelligence existed prior to matter. He also claims that space and time are not objects or things, but rather tools of our animal understanding. Lanza says that we carry space and time around with us “like turtles with shells.” meaning that when the shell comes off (space and time), we still exist.
The theory implies that death of consciousness simply does not exist. It only exists as a thought because people identify themselves with their body. They believe that the body is going to perish, sooner or later, thinking their consciousness will disappear too. If the body generates consciousness, then consciousness dies when the body dies. But if the body receives consciousness in the same way that a cable box receives satellite signals, then of course consciousness does not end at the death of the physical vehicle. In fact, consciousness exists outside of constraints of time and space. It is able to be anywhere: in the human body and outside of it. In other words, it is non-local in the same sense that quantum objects are non-local.
Lanza also believes that multiple universes can exist simultaneously. In one universe, the body can be dead. And in another it continues to exist, absorbing consciousness which migrated into this universe. This means that a dead person while traveling through the same tunnel ends up not in hell or in heaven, but in a similar world he or she once inhabited, but this time alive. And so on, infinitely. It’s almost like a cosmic Russian doll afterlife effect.
Multiple worlds

This hope-instilling, but extremely controversial theory by Lanza has many unwitting supporters, not just mere mortals who want to live forever, but also some well-known scientists. These are the physicists and astrophysicists who tend to agree with existence of parallel worlds and who suggest the possibility of multiple universes. Multiverse (multi-universe) is a so-called scientific concept, which they defend. They believe that no physical laws exist which would prohibit the existence of parallel worlds.
The first one was a science fiction writer H.G. Wells who proclaimed in 1895 in his story “The Door in the Wall”. And after 62 years, this idea was developed by Dr. Hugh Everett in his graduate thesis at the Princeton University. It basically posits that at any given moment the universe divides into countless similar instances. And the next moment, these “newborn” universes split in a similar fashion. In some of these worlds you may be present: reading this article in one universe, or watching TV in another.
The triggering factor for these multiplyingworlds is our actions, explained Everett. If we make some choices, instantly one universe splits into two with different versions of outcomes.
In the 1980s, Andrei Linde, scientist from the Lebedev’s Institute of physics, developed the theory of multiple universes. He is now a professor at Stanford University. Linde explained: Space consists of many inflating spheres, which give rise to similar spheres, and those, in turn, produce spheres in even greater numbers, and so on to infinity. In the universe, they are spaced apart. They are not aware of each other’s existence. But they represent parts of the same physical universe.
The fact that our universe is not alone is supported by data received from the Planck space telescope. Using the data, scientists have created the most accurate map of the microwave background, the so-called cosmic relic background radiation, which has remained since the inception of our universe. They also found that the universe has a lot of dark recesses represented by some holes and extensive gaps.
Theoretical physicist Laura Mersini-Houghton from the North Carolina University with her colleagues argue: the anomalies of the microwave background exist due to the fact that our universe is influenced by other universes existing nearby. And holes and gaps are a direct result of attacks on us by neighboring universes.
The Scientific Explanation For The Soul

So, there is abundance of places or other universes where our soul could migrate after death, according to the theory of neo-biocentrism. But does the soul exist? Is there any scientific theory of consciousness that could accommodate such a claim? According to Dr. Stuart Hameroff, a near-death experience happens when the quantum information that inhabits the nervous system leaves the body and dissipates into the universe. Contrary to materialistic accounts of consciousness, Dr. Hameroff offers an alternative explanation of consciousness that can perhaps appeal to both the rational scientific mind and personal intuitions.
Consciousness resides, according to Stuart and British physicist Sir Roger Penrose, in the microtubules of the brain cells, which are the primary sites of quantum processing. Upon death, this information is released from your body, meaning that your consciousness goes with it. They have argued that our experience of consciousness is the result of quantum gravity effects in these microtubules, a theory which they dubbed orchestrated objective reduction (Orch-OR).
Consciousness is a property like space and time
Consciousness, or at least proto-consciousness is theorized by them to be a fundamental property of the universe, present even at the first moment of the universe during the Big Bang. “In one such scheme proto-conscious experience is a basic property of physical reality accessible to a quantum process associated with brain activity.”
Our souls are in fact constructed from the very fabric of the universe – and may have existed since the beginning of time. Our brains are just receivers and amplifiers for the proto-consciousness that is intrinsic to the fabric of space-time. So is there really a part of your consciousness that is non-material and will live on after the death of your physical body?
Dr Hameroff told the Science Channel’s Through the Wormhole documentary: “Let’s say the heart stops beating, the blood stops flowing, the microtubules lose their quantum state. The quantum information within the microtubules is not destroyed, it can’t be destroyed, it just distributes and dissipates to the universe at large”. Robert Lanza would add here that not only does it exist in the universe, it exists perhaps in another universe.
If the patient is resuscitated, revived, this quantum information can go back into the microtubules and the patient says “I had a near death experience”‘
He adds: “If they’re not revived, and the patient dies, it’s possible that this quantum information can exist outside the body, perhaps indefinitely, as a soul.”
This account of quantum consciousness explains things like near-death experiences, astral projection, out of body experiences, and even reincarnation without needing to appeal to religious ideology. The energy of your consciousness potentially gets recycled back into a different body at some point, and in the mean time it exists outside of the physical body on some other level of reality, and possibly in another universe
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Robert Lanza on Biocentrism:
Wednesday, July 8, 2015
Just A Computer Glitch You Say?
The trees are swaying, rain comes and goes. Cloud formation has been unusual for some time. People are panicking. According to my therapist friend, this commenced September 11, 2001. Things have not been the same. But they never are. Things are speeding up. There is something happening:
The New York City subway system suffered an atrocious commute today, with some trains being inexplicably stranded in stations for long periods of time.
United Airlines was forced to ground all of its flights after its computer system mysteriously stopped working.
The New York Stock Exchange suspended trading today after its computerized trading system mysteriously stopped working.
Immediately after, the Wall Street Journal’s website mysteriously stopped working.
More than 2,500 people in Washington, DC mysteriously lost power.
This is anything but random. What do you think?
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Drawn
I've been drawn for a while to look at natal charts. My sun and moon are in Scorpio with a Leo rising sign. North node is in Taurus while the south node is in Scorpio. I am a Scorpio - through and through.
What is interesting about this is that I married a Taurus. Clearly, this stabilized a lot of chaos from former lives and for that, I am much appreciative. The sand ran out on the hour glass and it was time for completion in 1999. A new millenium awaited.
While I have come here to smooth out the chaos and enjoy my comfort zone in Scorpio (the full range of emotions we feel), the time has come to make closure for a few things. Mostly, closing out the need to understand all of this and just be in this present space. Isn't that what we all ultimately must do? Walk the walk. I understand the theories only too well. Moreover, I am confident in them.
In some ways, it feels as though I am finishing the cycle and going back to that south node, the person I am. It was a place of comfort, competency and confidence for a long time. Every chart I read done by various astrologers says the same thing. Time to come home.
It feels a bit self-consumptive but the reality is ~ if we don't investigate things in our path, we can't clear the way to walk it.
I like that I am drawn to examine these things. Now the drawing I will do is in watercolors.
What is interesting about this is that I married a Taurus. Clearly, this stabilized a lot of chaos from former lives and for that, I am much appreciative. The sand ran out on the hour glass and it was time for completion in 1999. A new millenium awaited.
While I have come here to smooth out the chaos and enjoy my comfort zone in Scorpio (the full range of emotions we feel), the time has come to make closure for a few things. Mostly, closing out the need to understand all of this and just be in this present space. Isn't that what we all ultimately must do? Walk the walk. I understand the theories only too well. Moreover, I am confident in them.
In some ways, it feels as though I am finishing the cycle and going back to that south node, the person I am. It was a place of comfort, competency and confidence for a long time. Every chart I read done by various astrologers says the same thing. Time to come home.
It feels a bit self-consumptive but the reality is ~ if we don't investigate things in our path, we can't clear the way to walk it.
I like that I am drawn to examine these things. Now the drawing I will do is in watercolors.
Thursday, July 2, 2015
Needing Nothing
Rapid River Magazine – July, 2015
NEEDING NOTHING by Bill Walz
“What, at this moment, is lacking?” – Linji (9th Century – Chinese)
One of our dogs and I had been playing in a grassy field, she chasing and returning a ball until she was worn out with the joy of it, and then she lay down in the grass. I sat down next to her, and together we were just there, and it was perfect. After a little while, I too lay down beside her in the grass, just looking up at clouds passing in the sky, aware of my breathing, my body, the clouds, the blue sky, the breeze, the tree-tops dancing in the periphery of my vision, the fellow Being-in-a-dog beside me. No thought corrupted the perfection of these moments.
After a while, I sat up, continuing with this deep present moment awareness. It reminded me of how it once was - when I was a young boy sitting in a grassy field with my dog. The awareness that was me now and the awareness that was that boy then were exactly the same - no matter how much else about me had changed. Time had stopped. The moment was entirely filled with the space of presence, all its contents, including this body that is thought of as “me” was one seamless experience. This is Zen.
“The practice of Zen is forgetting the self in the act of uniting with something.” - Roshi Koun Yamada (20th Cent.)
When people talk of non-duality, this is it; not me and my dog, rather, me-and-dog-and-grassy field-and–sky–and-clouds-and-trees, all one in the space of the moment. Importantly, even the literal space, the air about me, was palpable with subtle energy, connecting all the denser energy patterns of me and dog and trees. This was bliss - shimmering on an early summer morning.
The Rinzai school of Zen grew from the teachings of the Chinese Zen master Linji, known as Rinzai in Japanese. It is known as the “Buddha Mind School” and it teaches the realization of a person’s original pure mind before it has been shaped into an egoic identity. This concept is famously called upon in many koanic declarations, such as Huineng’s (7th cent.) “show your original face.” It teaches the purity of a moment and the realization that it is, and we are, of course, complete, perfect, needing nothing.
“Original face” is consciousness before ego-identity and psycho-social programming. It is the awareness that came into this world with our birth, has experienced every conscious moment of our life and will experience our last conscious moment. It is who we are that never changes while we physically and psychologically age and change. Awareness sat in that field with my dog and with my body, once, as a child and now an adult, united with Life – needing nothing. The moment was perfect and complete.
And - of course, I do have needs – just as my dog has needs. But – in a moment, any moment, there is only the moment, and it is complete and needs nothing. Only in time do we have needs. My dog and I need to eat – sometime. We need shelter – sometime. We need many things, me more than she because as a human I have complex social and psychological needs she doesn’t have, but many of my social and psychological needs are not needs at all; they are only the delusion of needs. I would psychologically suffer not having them met, and then I would be fine, as we all adjust to our perceived losses - with time. The secret of Zen is to see through the illusion of time and know it is not needed to become all right. We already and always are all right except for stories in our minds telling us we are not.
We can be OK in time, or right now. The choice is up to us. All that is needed is to drop the story of me and my needs; to be completely present, and then it is true, nothing is needed. The world could be coming to an end, I could be bankrupt or with dire illness - but this moment – only sky and clouds, grass and dog.
Zen teaches us all there really is, are moments. All there really is, is one moment; this moment. This realization is called “refuge,” and we can find refuge from the stress and unsatisfactoriness of our everyday life in buddha-mind, that is, this moment in heightened awareness realizing self in consciousness – not in body, mind or personal story. Consciousness is this moment in the Universe where self is found in a grassy field with a dog. Nothing more is needed. That other moments – driving a car, working at the office, shopping at the store, lying sick in bed are not also perfect is the delusion of the story of me in time that Zen teaches us to penetrate, expand and experience in the purity of presence. In returning to just this moment in the Universe, needing nothing - even the air around us is rich with the energy of Life and non-duality. Perfect.
Just now
Where do you begin when everything you know is BS? Pure. Simple.
Nothing is as you thought. As you were told. Socialized. You were the pawn in this experiment, this game gone out of control. You.
In a way few will understand, you have been provided access to another world. Instantly, your old way of looking at things becomes more negative than you ever imagined. People seem spiny, small, insignificant. This is because you see things in a totally different light. You see what you 'had.' You become acutely aware of all thee assumptions you made how about people think, what they think. Suddenly the thoughts that once filled your mind disappear. There is no longer room for that. Too much is at stake. Now. You know you must remove all assumption because they do not fit the awareness you have now. It is a confusing time. An exciting time. It requires lots of quiet to allow things to settle in.
In a way, it feels chaotic because you have a foot in two ways of being. You can't leave the old way completely until you fully assimilate the new frequency, the new vibrations. It feels like PTSD and few understand what you are experiencing.
You think about the media, Fb posts, obvious stuff that you got years ago. You know you must allow others an opportunity for their own processs. More and more people are leaving Fb because of the confusion.
You observe how the populace fights and frets over replacing Columbus Day with Indigenous People's Day. One crisis after another appears on the headline. The masses are glued to the television, continually interrupted by commercials. The commercials are designed to make people feel awful about themselves. Especially women. There is just no way you can matter. Until.
Until you get out of the mainstream. Why would you want to be where the average peeps are? Because that is where you will stay. It is well nigh hard to escape. It has been designed to play on your subconscious.
It has been more than delightful on the mountain today and yesterday. The energy company came to do what was supposed to be a two hour energy audit. The fellow stayed over three hours. The summary of escaping energy will surely minimize my purse. Am I suppose to worry? Hardly.
The fog rolls in. Earth cleanses itself with rain and more rain. The sound of ATVs going up and down the road fill my quiet space last night. They are not allowed in this community. Nothing is ever done about it. It mirrors what has been allowed on the earth plane by the unevolved.
I like my inner sanctum and I spend a lot of time there. It is easier here. No expectations, no disappointments. Just now.
Nothing is as you thought. As you were told. Socialized. You were the pawn in this experiment, this game gone out of control. You.
In a way few will understand, you have been provided access to another world. Instantly, your old way of looking at things becomes more negative than you ever imagined. People seem spiny, small, insignificant. This is because you see things in a totally different light. You see what you 'had.' You become acutely aware of all thee assumptions you made how about people think, what they think. Suddenly the thoughts that once filled your mind disappear. There is no longer room for that. Too much is at stake. Now. You know you must remove all assumption because they do not fit the awareness you have now. It is a confusing time. An exciting time. It requires lots of quiet to allow things to settle in.
In a way, it feels chaotic because you have a foot in two ways of being. You can't leave the old way completely until you fully assimilate the new frequency, the new vibrations. It feels like PTSD and few understand what you are experiencing.
You think about the media, Fb posts, obvious stuff that you got years ago. You know you must allow others an opportunity for their own processs. More and more people are leaving Fb because of the confusion.
You observe how the populace fights and frets over replacing Columbus Day with Indigenous People's Day. One crisis after another appears on the headline. The masses are glued to the television, continually interrupted by commercials. The commercials are designed to make people feel awful about themselves. Especially women. There is just no way you can matter. Until.
Until you get out of the mainstream. Why would you want to be where the average peeps are? Because that is where you will stay. It is well nigh hard to escape. It has been designed to play on your subconscious.
It has been more than delightful on the mountain today and yesterday. The energy company came to do what was supposed to be a two hour energy audit. The fellow stayed over three hours. The summary of escaping energy will surely minimize my purse. Am I suppose to worry? Hardly.
The fog rolls in. Earth cleanses itself with rain and more rain. The sound of ATVs going up and down the road fill my quiet space last night. They are not allowed in this community. Nothing is ever done about it. It mirrors what has been allowed on the earth plane by the unevolved.
I like my inner sanctum and I spend a lot of time there. It is easier here. No expectations, no disappointments. Just now.
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