Northern California
"Birds flying high
you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by you know how I feel."
"Nina Simone- Feeling Good"
Wind white to dark gray,
dawn to dusk shaded clouds billow up
into thunderheads filling the sky. Great spans of arched geese
wings glide up the gray scale into the towering heights of the marbled
clouds in an unfolding menagerie of life forms. Galloping luminous
light gray spotted Taos ponies run in waves of
thick, neck deep grasses and wind blown leaves. Wild dogs, duck, buffalo,
wolves, cougars, snakes, sparrows, fox, salmon, hippo, alligators, beaver,
bear roll along in the river of a glorious sky. Spirits of Form and Movement
(14) gather about to engender intuitive flashes and enliven fluid
imaginations in enchanted onlookers on this unseasonably warm winter's
day. Waves of sun light streak through breaks in the clouds, as if a burst
of the sun's joy sprays the charged atmosphere with numberless fine energy
jets. Radiating out like so many yellow green birds fluttering
and flickering...to shimmer like star light streaking across the
surface of the turquoise
blue waters of Earth below.
Nestled like an
eagle in among the craggy rocks and ancient redwoods up on the North Coast lives Dr. Phillip Flowers. A neurologist, he writes college
textbooks for neurology courses that are used throughout the country. He is
a handsome man, single, 58, wears wire rim glasses that rest in a full head
of salt and pepper speckled, short, brown hair. His eyes are a wonderful
warm brown, pools of tranquility, still, yet quick to acknowledge the
presence of others. He likes to smile, letting others know that it is a
simple way to release the neurotransmitter serotonin into your blood stream,
feel good chemistry of the face type. Or as he liked to joke: "the face
value of smiling is the flush of feel good chemistry, serotonin, that it
releases." He is a slight of build man and generally reserved. A maverick in his
field, specializing in 'energy field genetics', he shares his rarified
knowledge with most anyone interested in the subject matter. On the
wall inside the foyer to his house just to the left of the front door hangs a print of Archangel
Michael slaying the dragon.
'Una Cinta Salvaje, Santa'
'Palabra'
(Spanish)
la ' palabra es una palabra grande y la palabra es amor.
ˇNuestra energia del amor es una fuerza de la unificacion del universo!
El nino de esta sabiduria es amor,
agua de Maaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaa,
fuego de Paaaaaaaaaaa Paaaaaaaaaaa,
nino de la sabiduria es amor.
Amor De la Sabiduria Del Nino De Starlight.'
The world is complex, wars more costly, global warming on the march, sixth mass
extinction underway. Celestial bodies pass Earth with gravities timorous
hold balanced in Divine times scales.
Dr. Phillip Flowers has just returned from San Francisco where he delivered a report on Salvia Divinorum
to a panel of scientists, botanists and researchers.
He covered the history of Salvia Divinorum which translates
from Spanish to 'Sage of the Diviners' in North American.
In Spanish the healers are referred to as curanderos; in Mazatec they are
known as cho-ta-ci-ne ("one who knows"). He explains
that Salvia is primarily used when the curanderos believe it is
necessary for them to travel into the supernatural worlds to discover the
true cause of a patient's illness. The Salvia (and the salvinorin it
contains) pharmacologically is very challenging to categorize however. It does not fit well in any now existing
class of pharmacology, informing them that it
is an entirely new class of entheogen. Explaining that it is in the mint
family, and has been used in religious and healing ceremonies for hundreds of years by
the Mazatec Indians, from the province of Oaxaca, Mexico. The plant, he
explained, is
considered a sacred medicine, with the
leaves used fresh and only
consumed orally. Either the leaves are chewed or the crushed leaf juices are
drank he told them. His research revealed that Americans are
still unfamiliar with the plants powers and potential he said. He told them
that his data showed that North
Americans in general
are uninformed as to the plants proper dosage and its effects. Consequently
most users he believed are unable to reach positive plateau experiences
with this sacred plant called Salvia Divinorum.
In Exxon blue
In radiation rose
Ecstasy
Joni Mitchell -
Passion Play
(when all the slaves are free)
He told the panel of scholars that
Salvia
produces a deep state of introspection and can induce a 'death like experience'.
Casual use is not recommended, 'this is
not a party drug' he told the audience. With this fully understood, a proper dosage
for individuals wishing to explore this powerful psychedelic plants world
in a
'controlled environment' would only be 5 to 7 grains, grains not grams, he
emphasized, for
a first time experience. Then it is very important to understand, he
explained, that
increases of only grains with each subsequent intake of this very powerful and much misunderstand plant
essence is in the bounds of safe usage. Lastly, the O.B.E.- out of body experience
one experiences is often experienced as one's own death, very unsettling to say
the least, so inform people about this characteristic before they ingest this
psychoactive plant he informs them. The stress response is then reduced when under its influence,
he said. In the West, thanks to the Hospice movement,
we are just now getting use to the idea of a conscious dying experience he
said. Time dilation occurs
with Salvia use, the peak experience of 'timeless' does not exceed 10 minutes
clock time however. That is very important for
the person to understand before hand, he told them. Especially, if subsequently,
with use of the plant they
experience what seems to them an N.D.E.
He looked out over the group of scientists for a moment. Then he
explained to them that it is
getting harder now to keep the consumers market alerted to the dangers and proper
usage of powerful prescribed and psychotropic drugs now available in America.
He reports to them that our nation's drug makers, for the large part, are not doing their due diligence of further research
on
their products after their release dates into the market place. Reports released
to the public have it at more than 2 out of 3 companies not
conducting 'post approval studies' that they initially agreed to do, he informs
them. These 'post approval studies' are
for tracking dosage, safety and any adverse reactions to the newly released drugs.
Also anyone can walk
into a 'head shop' if they are 18 years old, living in America, and purchase one of
the most powerful, psychoactive substances known to man, in ready to smoke form
he says. New plants, pills,
potions, a drug cartel that rivals only the oil industry in it's heavy
handedness, the current faddism with ecstasy, as crank speeds up
the East coast, pose problems for world governments today he states
emphatically. As a humorous aside he says that apparently 'Adam Kadmon' and it's
inhabitants are definitely onto 'feeding the head' phenomenon and have been at
it for 1000's of years on this great round of earth. "For all intensive purposes we do need medicines,
herbs, potions,. as we believe and discover sometimes, like aspirin, or the
schizandra berry from China that increases both
cognitive function and improves the memory as well as stimulate liver repair."
Dr. Phillip Flowers is naturally taxed to his wits end with advising 21st century
thinkers regards this mutating mass of elemental substances found in pretty
little pills, powders and misunderstood, newly discovered plants. All of which the
planet-public displays a ravenous and seemingly insatiable appetite for. Fortunately his work on Salvia Divinorum over
the last 3 years has stemmed the tide of potential misuse and heart attacks, getting the public informed
and up to speed regards Salvias benefits and
very real dangers.
"Dragonfly out in the sun you know
what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know
what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
That's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
Stars when you shine you know how I
feel
Scent of the pine you know how I
feel."
"Nina Simone- Feeling Good"
Back home in the charmed emerald forest of
the North Coast, Phillip hikes down to the beach below. Walking slowly into the cold sea waters
without wet suit, just his red swimming trunks, the neurologist has learned to bear the
Pacific's cold winter water. Using it as a mental and spiritual work out, he begins to swim north
against the tide for his daily workout. After his
swim, he hikes back up to his house, showers, then puts on a light green hemp sweat suit.
Phillip walks into the kitchen and
puts the tea kettle on for some tea. Walking into the living room he hears a knock at his front door. Opening it, he is greeted by his neighbor, Marta Waters. They
look into each others eyes, smiling they hug each
other then walk into the kitchen to prepare
some green
tea. With mugs in hand, they move into the living room. It has a commanding view of the Pacific
Ocean. Phillip puts on the Bach: Cello Concerto in c minor, for their listening
edification. Both get comfortable on the 7 foot, navy blue, Bedford - microsuede couch that sits in the middle of his living room.
"Such a deep soul quality in Bach's Cello Concertos"
Marta says looking out the window,
sipping her tea.
"The cello is so blue, you can hear the color.." Phillip agrees with
her,
smiling as he looks out at the ocean listening quietly to the music. After a few minutes relaxing quietly on the
big, comfortable couch he begins to discuss one of his favorite
subjects- 'soul sounds'.
"Did you know Marta that the music of creation, some believe, is
the note fa, the 3rd note of the old 6 tone scale.
It was believed to move all creation forward."
Phillip enjoyed visiting with Marta
so much, he thought she was like a glass of fine wine. So bright, alive,
with brown, slightly curly hair and big brown eyes that gave her the
appearance of a shy
deer. She is 34 years old and Phillips neighbor, living just down the street
from him.
They have known each other 5 years, meeting just after he moved to this
small, quaint, North Coast town.
"You see all of this has been forgotten,
and replaced. A 7 tone scale replaces the 6 tone scale, while the music of the Creator,
a universal cord, is lost to humanity." He looks out the living room window at the ocean. It's windy and the ocean is full of white caps.
It is a choppy, snotty, unforgiving coastline for as far as the eye can see.
"Tragic really,
face of the world was changed, or it seems" Marta replies.
"It's beyond tragic, the planet
is mired in strife while sitting on the brink of extinction.
We need things now, like more corn grown for food and feed. While we renew our
efforts to understand that common, abundant and cheap strawgrass, switchgrass and wood chips
can be used for specific cellulosic based ethanol production. These things can't be
that hard to figure out, or do. Catalytic converters on all our engines for
double the gas mileage, electric-ethanol hybrids rolled out in mass, at
affordable prices! Cheap fuel, inexpensive automobiles, a public transport
system that rivals Japan's. Electro magnetic rails and automotive innovations can reduce the
CO2 emissions by half around this fragile planet while giving us time to plan for a
wonderful future here on the planet. Yet China is building new coal- powered
power plants at a rate of one per week. So the 'do something clock' is
running out for us here on the planet and it has simply become a race with time
to clean up our
CO2
emissions. 32 billion tons of carbon dioxide
were produced globally last year alone with 25% of it coming from America."
They looked out over the rough, sea foam capped, ocean. She held his hand, then turned to
kiss him on the cheek. As she kissed him he reached up and began messaging her ear lobe. After
a few moments he spoke again.
"The good Doctor Lenny Brice, thank 'God' for his take on reality.
Living
in Hawaii now, lucky man. As he explains it, and I agree, we come from a
celestial paradise, are dropped into this material world, as if precipitated into
these 'body holograms' as he explains it, for short periods of time, as if
trapped here. Yet the human race is gifted with this one sound that frees us
from the lower vibratory rates that assail us. We are a saturated planet,
bombarded with vlf, elf, micro wave, radio wave, and
a solar maximum period that is protracted with the next solar max forecast
as the biggest in 400 years. This universal tone Dr. Brice believes is the audio acoustic frequency 528 fa.
He believes this is a universal harmonic healing tone and can uplift people, but like many truths it is hidden from the people.
"
They are massaging each others ear
lobes for a few minutes before Philip, speaks while looking out to sea. "Did
you know that before the founding of our country millions of buffalo roamed
the Great Plains feeding on fields of switch grass? No irrigation, no
plowing every year, it just grew wild and abundantly."
"Sounds simple, and energy
efficient" Marta replies softly massaging both his ears as he is massaging
her's."
"A few systemic changes made in our
energy economy-social fabric of collective humanity and we could be off to the races, sailing..."
"Into a thousand years of Peace.
Sounds so good to the ear hey?...aaah... body as musical instrument,.. that feels so good"
Marta says softly. Her eyes closed...they gently stick their fingers
into each others ears, outlining the interiors of their ears with each other's index finger,
touching it just barely, then pulling the others ear lobes ever so gently. They
loved giving each other ear, head, butt, and full body messages. They lay on the
couch holding each other in their arms.
"Truth is Marta, that in just a few decades of our time,
this Internet- rock 'n' roll- 'mass consciousness world' can move forward, along
the river of time, called evolution, to create a spiritual economy. Adam
Smith wrote two books which I have read. 'The Theory of Moral Sentiments'
published in 1759 and 'Inquiry into the Cause and Nature of the Wealth of
Nations' published in 1776. From 'The Theory of Moral Sentiments' I learned
that sympathy is the primary moral sentiment. Sympathy allows us to make a
spiritual connection which the conditions and suffering of others. In the
Wealth of Nations Adam Smith said that we can grow our strongest economy by
allowing every one to pursue their own self interest. Allowed to express
their own ambitions and creative potential. So a spiritual economy can
develop when we combine both of Adam Smith's ideas, using sympathy to relate
to people, creating a spiritual connection. Then we would have an economy
that allows for the highest expression of creative and productive
potential."(11)
"I think you are right Phillip. I
think the technology
is here now to make our world a healthier place for all the worlds people. We
just need to organize our selves around sympathy and compassion for
ourselves and others, as we do our best to express our creative and
productive potential. It's about more than money or greed, its about
expressing our true human potential."
They look out over the ocean, holding each other in their arms. The
south wind is blowing down the coast line, picking up white ocean spray
along its way. Looked like the sea was shaking off a blanket of fresh snow fall.
"Yet Marta we see cultures, families, religions, fixed on feuds, irreconcilable differences of belief;
all mind
stuff in need of changing. The leading edge of our society is based on the
accumulation of things, and not on expressing our highest human potential. Believe me, we all are capable of change.
A spiritual connection with compassion and sympathy would allow for a
spiritual economy to develop, but we need a 'change of mind and heart'.
Marta replies; "You prognosticate about a change of mind and heart, I think, because your past was robbed in
broad daylight of such a bright future."
"Poetic Marta, very
poetic. The guiding lights of our generations 'bright future' mowed down
before our eyes. The circus had came to town, then they never left. Crass
crap, mass media flows saturates our air waves, while we watch way more
sports than can possibly be informing and useful, while war for conflict
mediation becomes terminal for a young humanity." They hug each other
while looking out
the bay window.
"Well you know me, I just try
to stay positive. It's all good somewhere,
so it might as well be here and now, know what I mean Phillip."
" 'It's all good somewhere, might as well be here and now' I like that. Again,
the poet." She smiles, still looking out on the ocean. "That's it really, live in peace now.
Eat well;
beans, rice and eggs, exercise, and don't lose a positive attitude about life
because of your present circumstances. There is a reason for the season. So
make your life better, take some risks to accomplish goals."
They sit on the soft couch quietly before Phillip speaks. "You know that I swim in the ocean
everyday for my electromagnetic field charge. I call it my 'saline solution
for field pollution'. I thank God every minute I'm swimming in that cold
water...mind over cold
water" he says laughing out loud.
"Give thanks for cold ocean waters, lets cool this old volcano, fault ridden Neptunes
deeps down!" Marta says smiling at Phillip who is curled up in Marta's arms now. He
loves her company, present like some ethereal watcher. Over the years their
subconscious minds
reached out
to each other. Like vines growing in the dark, weaving up from left to right and
then back again to
meet in the gardens of their
corpus callosums mid- brains. With their right brains and intuition guiding them ever so gradually
they are eventually drawn together, simmering slowly like spicy sauces in the
pans of their hidden hearts. They
gaze into each others eyes holding them for long moments, then Marta sits up to take a sip of her tea. She turns to Phillip
raising her tea mug to her mentor, friend and as the fates would
have it, her lover. "To sweet souls everywhere" she says.
Phil sits up, takes his tea mug in hand, then raising it to Marta
says; "to sweet souls everywhere."
After a few more minutes Marta excuses herself for the night and goes home.
That night as Philip lays in his bed he says his magic prayer for flying and travel in his dreams.
Philip, Philip, Philip, Apostle of our Lord
Jesus Christ, take me with my body.
To the little heaven, Philip. To the little
heaven, Philip. To the little heaven, Philip.
Amen. (5)
He quickly falls into a deep sleep. As in a flash Marta
appears to him,
is present just a moment over a moment, then in one recollection of an instance she kisses
him, then she is gone.
Une Bande
Sauvage Sacre
'Le Mot'
(French)
'mot est un grand mot et le mot est amour.
Notre énergie d'amour est une force d'unification de l'univers !
L'enfant de cette sagesse est amour,
l'eau de Maaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaa,
le feu de Paaaaaaaaaaa Paaaaaaaaaaa,
Enfant de la sagesse est amour.
La sagesse d'enfant de Starlight amour.'
Southern California- next
day
Far to the south lives Jackie Lantern 12-year-old son of Val and Lucy
Lantern and student at a small Catholic School in West Los Angeles,
All Saints Victorious. It is built on land that his grandfather donated to the Catholic school 75 years ago. The young boy with jet black hair and green eyes, our 'Black Irish' boy his mother liked to call him,
was a stellar soul. You see our young Catholic boy has the unusual propensity for experiencing visions on occasion while attending Mass in the old Saint Victorious church.
That's Jackie sitting up front there making a visit. Only a few people are in the church now, look how he prays as if he were speaking to the angels and they are speaking back to him. Lets listen to his prayer and watch what is unfolding in this wondrous
child's mind.
"Hail Mary full of grace the Lord is with thee" Jackie begins to pray. See how passionate the boy is, every word of his
'Hail Mary' is said with such heart felt feeling. Now he is singing "The
Word is one big word and the Word is Love'. This is one of Jackie's favorite
songs now. "Word' sung by 'A Wild, Holy Band'. He sings it
out real loud in his hearts soul.
'A Wild, Holy Band'
'Word'
'Word is one big Word and the Word is Love.
Our
Love- energy is a unifying force of the universe!
The
Child of this Wisdom is Love,
Maaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaa water,
Paaaaaaaaaaa Paaaaaaaaaaa fire,
Child of Wisdom is Love.
Starlight Child Wisdom Love.'
Look now as a picture begins to reveal
itself before
our Irish-American boy's eyes. It's the earth, the magnificent earth covered in snow from top to bottom. The blue, green colors are so deep, shimmering
around an earth looking like a world of frozen water rather than the familiar earth
with its
brown and green cover, the verdant earth is a vast white frozen waste land. Jackie sees a great volcano at the top of the world erupting and out of the great volcano rises a glorious figure. A Christ being with arms outstretched, a great giant of a figure. Jackie is transfixed by his vision, as he stares at the picture before him. "Is this really happening" he thinks to himself "or is this Paramount's idea of a joke."
He is completely enthralled by the vision
before him now. The few people in the church do not see what it is that our young Jackie sees.
Monsignor Arthur Shields has no idea what to do with the young visionary boy. On this cool mid February afternoon Jackie approaches the elderly Monsignor. "Father may I speak to
you?" "Jackie before you do, don't you have any friends you can talk to? Family
perhaps?" The young boy shakes his head while smiling at the old priest, gruff as he is. Jackie was happy that one person did have to listen to him, by commission of
the Holy Roman Catholic Church, they did visit the visionaries pictures and
so conversation was going to happen." "Yes then Jackie, what is it
this time, California falling in the ocean
yet? No fruit at the Santa Monica market today Jackie? What's up, can't wait to hear
about it..”
Monsignor Shields liked Jackie but the boy did make the 88 year old priest nervous. Just something about
the boys hazel eyes, or was it the sonorous voice for such a young person, he could not pin point it, but the boy was
just different from any child he had ever known before.
"This morning while saying my prayers in church I had a vision. It appeared behind the altar, up on the wall where the crucifix hangs.
This time it filled the entire wall.”
"And just what was it that you saw this time my little
Lantern?" "Well Father ...above the world a great volcano explodes with a great angel or Christ rising out of the volcano like a great bird about to fly up into the clouds above the earth.” The two figures walk across the playground to sit beneath the great avocado tree that his father had started from a seed then planted it just outside the school house 50 years
earlier. They did not say a word as they sat under the great limbs. The old Monsignor has decided to share the only two things he knows about visions or visionary Catholics. He learned them in Dublin when he was in the seminary. He figured the boy deserved that much because most people treated him with a degree of suspicion as his visions were common knowledge in the parish. Fact is that Jackie comes from a line of psychic, visionary folk and the Monsignor knows this about the boy.
Besides he was special, his character was that of a stellar soul, honest,
happy and forthright. So has decided to give him his best effort this time.
In hopes that it might possibly help the clearly self conscious but
surprisingly calm young boy.
"Jackie I want to tell you about a monk who lived in Paris in the thirteenth century. He too saw these visions that you are experiencing now. His name is Thomas Aquinas, the Angelic Doctor he's called, canonized a saint when he died. He too experienced these visions and he identified three types. He called them the intellectual vision, the imaginative vision and the corporeal vision. Now the corporeal vision is one where you might see Jesus in his resurrection, this vision can be provided with his angels assistance. The imaginative vision is where you imagination is creating the vision but of course God does have his hand in this type of vision as well, but as to it being divinely caused, or a result of ones imagination, is a question we have not yet answered. The third type of vision is the intellectual. For example if I say angel, you think of an angelic being perhaps surrounded by clouds or light but you are creating this image in your mind, in your minds eye. So you see Jackie, some people can, in their minds imagination, create a world that is just as real as the world outside them in the physical world. So when the German poet Goethe, who wrote Faust late in the 18th century, closed his eyes and thought of a rose, he could hold the rose in his minds eye, for as long as he wished."
The boy thinks about what the old priest has shared with him, it's like turning a light
on in a dimly lit room. Looking at the priest, he smiles then asked, "why shoot him with a cannon?" Both
laugh, and the priest says, "because oxen are difficult to behead". For some moments they like being in each others company.
"One other thing Jackie I think will help." He looks into Jackie's hazel eyes for several moments then tells him; "Tell God every day that you love Him with all your heart, all your soul and with every fiber of
the unifying universe". A great visionary of the church Teilhard de Chardin said that."
"I do, everyday. I like the sound of that 'with every fiber of the unifying
universe' idea. German?"
"No French, wrote it in his book 'The Phenomenon of Man' and published in 1955, translated into English in 1959. Caused quite a stir in the Church, I can tell you that much Jackie."
"Probably those fibers of the universe entangled their minds" Jackie says laughing, then continues "sounds like
'a good read' to me. Do you have a copy of it Father?"
"Sure do Jackie, come over to my office after school. I will have my secretary Judith hold it for you."
Sinclair Grailsbee is back in Southern California for a visit with his aging mother who he has not seen in 20 years though he has stayed in touch with her through the mails and phone over the years. She is old now and he is back to visit her. Just into town late this rainy night he sleeps comfortably in his Toyota Dolphin at a campground on the Coast highway. He dreams of walking on water at some pool located at a very secure location in the East of America. The Mexican staff is laughing, enjoying watching his every, lightly placed step across the water. Then some serious suits show up to watch in amazement, then as by osmosis they begin to walk across the pools water.... Suddenly he is awake.
A crashing rain pounds his camper top, like magnetite falling in a metal downpour
creating a great river like Amazon flowing in the park down to the ocean. He tries looking out the small campers steamed up windows but only sees sheets of rain falling,
with torrents of water rolling under his motor home. He wonders if the ground beneath his camper is going to float
him down the river of water and mud this early dark February night. He lays back down, falling in seconds into a deep and soothing low brain wave frequency that he has learned to identify as the EEG pattern or brain waves called Theta Waves. It is found at the 3 to 7 Hz. range, his feelings of reverie are nothing new
to Sinclair. The river of sleep carries him to the deep green, blue pool of water
where he floats now out in ripples to infinity. He is at peace once again, so very warm beneath his goose down sleeping bag.
You see Sinclair Grailsbee is an experienced energy field community creator and
also a spiritual medical alchemist. He has worked with the electrical activity of his own brain and mind for years. Using Mind Gear for brain waves identification and entrainment, the Chi Machine for the neuropeptide release,
he subsequently learned to identify, to hear the organic compounds serotonin, oxytocin
and melatonin thru his own body, speaking of the phenomenological experience
to him. In conjunction with
these modalities he listens to holy sounds music and choral arrangements set
to tuning forks tuned to the 6 and 9 tone scales used by our ancient
ancestors and mixed with the healing tone of the 528 Hz. frequency. Quiet
honestly he had it all working, sharing these tools of transformation, like
food and flowers for all with the common good sense to try them. The flowers
of the transcendent realms, without the use of powerful, soul numbing drugs,
rather just their own electrical, chemical soups stirred to 'experiential
ecstatic spaces'.
Early that next morning he awoke to birds singing in the bushes. Looking out his window he could see two
hooded yellow warblers hopping limb to limb feeding while singing all the while. He watched their dance for 10 minutes until thy found the tall mesquite bush wanting and fled into the morning light. Getting out of his bed and starting to get dressed he could hear voices outside the camper. Sounds like a lot of people all talking at once. Looking out side he sees about 20 high school aged people getting out of four cars. They
quickly start to set up a camp site directly across from where Sinclair has his camper parked. He can hear them talking
amongst themselves.
"I nominate J.R. as camp master, all for say 'ay'" A chorus of 'aye's' goes up. This J.R.
is clearly popular with his peers.
"I accept! Lets set camp up under those huge Sycamore trees. We can build our fire over there in the opening. Will make a great camp sight."
Across town that morning Jackie Lantern was just waking up. He lived up in the hills over looking his school St Victorious. He is getting ready to go on a drive with his parents up the coast this afternoon. He loves taking trips with his parents. He just stares out the window and imagines himself else where, he never hears the arguments, the gossip, the jokes that his parents seem endlessly to be telling themselves. No Jackie Lantern is in his own world when he goes on these outings with his parents.
Sinclair Grailsbee gets out of his camper, walks over to his camp fire ring, gathers up some kindling and starts his morning fire. He fills a sauce pan with some water for a cup of tea and places it atop the grate that covers the burning fire. He sits down at the table and starts to read from an old 1910 Rudolf Steiner book of lectures 'The Reappearance of Christ in the Etheric'(1)."The human being is connected to the cosmic order. Concrete attention is drawn to the way in which the earth annually alters its conditions of consciousness and the like. To receive this would be of greater significance than all the wish-washy talk of "cosmic feelings" and of entering some sort of "surging waves,"..
Sinclair was momentarily taken back by these words and thought to himself; "The
Earth alters its conditions of consciousness" now that's interesting. He has learned to experience these "cosmic feelings"
even the "surging waves"...with his machines, the music, all part of a 21st
century health regimen."
Looking at his fire, listening for a moment for a boiling sound, he then returns to his book. "One great issue of life can be characterized in the following way: an attempt will have to be made to place the spiritual etheric in the service of outer practical life. I have brought to your attention that the fifth post- Atlantean period will have to solve the problem of how human moods, the motions of human moods, allow themselves to be translated into wave motions on machines, how man must be brought into connection with what must become more and more mechanical."
(1)
Sinclair put the book down and thought about what he had just read. "This is almost a hundred years old, this work. Today we have machines that can take us to the portal.
We have come a long way in a short period of time. Must be the water we are drinking. Angel ale or something like
it." Smiling to himself he looks over to see his young campers busy setting up camp. He notices that J.R. is listened to, and how the others all seem very focused on their assigned tasks. The impression he got from watching them is
that they were good, intelligent, youth, and busy like bees. Preparing himself a cup of green tea he reflects on the writer's words again; "the motions of human moods, allow themselves to be translated into wave motions on machines." Sinclair sipped his tea
and continued reading.
"The will is there to harness human energy to mechanical energy. These things should not be treated by fighting against them. That is a completely false view. These things will not fail to appear; they will come. What we are concerned with is whether, in the course of world history, they are entrusted to people who are familiar in a selfless way with the great aims of earthly evolution and who structure these things for the health of human beings or whether they are enacted by groups of human beings who exploit these things in an egotistical or in a group-egotistical sense. That is what matters. It is not a question of the what in this case; the what is sure to come. It is a question of the how, how one tackles these situations. The what lies simply in the meaning of earthly evolution. The welding together of the human nature with the mechanical nature will be a problem of great significance for the remainder of earthly evolution."
(1)
"...I have said in public lectures in Basil that within our nervous system we are dying. These forces, these forces of dying away, will become more and more powerful. The bond will be established between these forces dying within man, which are related to the electric, magnetic forces and the outer mechanical forces. Hitherto undiscovered, forces that will work on outer electric and magnetic forces. Man will to a certain extent become his intentions, he will be able to direct his thought into mechanical forms. Hitherto undiscovered forces within human nature will be discovered, forces that will work on outer electric and magnetic forces. The first problem is to bring together human beings with the mechanical, which will have to prevail increasingly in the future. The second problem consists in calling upon the help of the spiritual circumstances. This can only be done, however, when the time is ripe and when a sufficient number of people are prepared for it in the right way. The time must come, however when the spiritual forces are made mobile enough to master life in relation to both illness and death. Medicine will become spiritualized, intensely spiritualized... The third problem is to introduce human thoughts into the actual evolution of the human species, in birth and education...these things indicate to us that something most significant is in the process of evolving. However in the future it will become clear just what is involved in this application and which forces are still actively hindering the foundation of large-scale spiritualized medicine or spiritualized national economy. No more can be accomplished today than to talk about these things, until people have enough understanding of them in a selfless way..."
(1)
"These things have all developed in such a way that one can say that little has been retained of what was once hidden behind the ancient, atavistic strivings until the fourteenth and fifteenth centuries. There is much talk today about the ancient alchemy. The proceedings of the procreation of Homunculus are also recalled at times, and so on, but what is spoken of here is for the most part groundless. Because what is essential is that from the sixteenth century on, a fog has been spread over these things; they have receded into human consciousness."
(1)
The grey storm clouds break open, the suns rays warming them away with its growing morning light. He hears some conversation coming from the campers across the way. "I been swimming in
a star's pool before, way up in the hills of Santa Barbara. It was real cool
water, looked like a glacier it was so blue." Sinclair listened with interest as the young people laughed.
"His pool was so cool, the water was blue as a glacier,. don't sound fun to me" one of the campers replied. Another called
out; "Did you have to watch one of his hot medium movies to warm up?"
"No way, we got some warm medium going in the living room that afternoon with the
Oprah show, Tracy made us some buttered pop corn, we all had a great time."
Jackie Lantern is riding in the back seat of his parents indigo blue Jaguar. He looks out the rain streaked windows, looking at the rolling drops of water falling like fish rolling down a glass river
he thought, picking up momentum to then splash, crashing at the bottom of the window. He imagined it a propulsion system
as he sat there holding his copy of Teilhard de Chardin's 'Phenomenon of Man' in his lap as he rides along
in the royal highway of his imagination. His smiling face releasing billions of neuropeptides
now throughout his entire body, he is a very happy soul. His parents
are quiet, at peace, like cats by a warm fire. Jackie Lantern loves his parents very
much.
At the camp ground Sinclair Grailsbee is listening to the young campers camped
at the next site across from him. Out of the blue he calls over to them; "'Phenomenon'" was a good movie. What did you think of that story?" The campers continued setting up their camp
site but a young man called J.R. turned around to look at Sinclair Grailsbee.
Sinclair smiled back; "Over heard your conversation about pools and movies just thought I would put my 2 cents in."
J.R. replied; "That was a good movie, I liked it a lot."
"The imagination is a wonderful thing" Sinclair replied.
"Names Sinclair Grailsbee, nice to meet you all."
"No imagination about it, he liked it because his father is a mechanic
of political machinations. Nothing super natural really just complete
absorption' in the processes of the worlds seen and unseen Overlords"
"I see, the good, the bad, and the ugly arduous journey between the two"
Sinclair replied back to the Chinese student
Paul Yao who had made the comment.
"That's it! Could not have said it better myself,"
Paul answers back.
Suddenly the air was full of yellow, green, many colored birds flying into the giant, long limbed, sycamore
tree grove. Green parrots, Ruby Breasted and Yellow Crested Humming birds by the
hundreds, Yellow Crested Warblers in pairs by the scores, red robins by waves,
all of them spiraled like a color wheel floating into the grove of trees.
Like many fluttering petals the birds look like a great garland of beautiful flowers blowing
now in the wind of the great sycamore grove. Yellow Crested Bower birds and
Weaver birds arrive from down under to rest in this nest of moving
limbs of the great trees. Even the cool rainy day seemed to warm up under their cold and muddy feet
as the birds descend into the wet lands of the camping grounds.
Prairie Warblers and Wood Thrushes wings flapping filled the air and their songs stirred some unexplainable emotions deep within them all.
To the one they felt strangely moved by the sudden appearance of the birds.
As is visited by an ancient winged group of spirits.
"Wow look at that" one of the young students said to no one in particular, watching the flood of colors descending
around them.
"Must be a sign... or something like that, nature is trying to tell us something right now..." J.R. says.
He turns and looks at Sinclair Grailsbee with a heightened degree of deliberation.
Then he remembered that he has seen Sinclair down at the coffee shop, just a
few miles from the camp grounds.
Don't think he recognizes me, J. R. thinks to himself...sure looks like Lincoln, face, way
he dresses.
Sinclair turns to J.R. as the birds are
flying through the trees, landing on the limbs, singing songs all around
them. "It's the angelic bird beings
occupation of the human circuitry system...they are again returning to the Americas..you
ever heard of the Lions Mane mushroom?" "No I have not. Why don't you tell
us about these angelic bird beings returning and this mushroom. You don't seem to shy" looking at the tall stranger then
turning back to watch the birds.
"The angelic bird beings also known as the watchers are from
Venus essentially. They have occupied the brain tree of humanity since
sacred cycles began here on earth billions of years ago. They work to help humanity remember where
we all came from, and to help us to be the best that we can be as human
beings, while inspiring us to use our will power allowing the earth to
flower into the celestial paradise that it in potential is. As to the mushroom it has the ability to stimulate the growth of new synaptic
connections. It has in it's chemistry a nerve growth factor."
"The angels and this mushroom sound like they
are able to help us learn new things?" J.R. finally replies still watching
the birds.
"Yes the angelic bird beings have been here for billions of years. They
provide the homeostasis for the planet, as well as the network of love
frequencies that surround and protect the earth... The Lion's Mane Mushroom, Hericium abietis, is found in the
old growth conifer stands around Mt. Rainier in Washington state. It produces Eninacines, which stimulate nerve growth
synthesis. These compounds stimulate the regrowing of neurons. Caffeine for example
stimulates the neural wiring of our brains, but does not stimulate new
synaptic wiring growth. Love frequencies on the other hand do..."
"Love frequencies! Sounds like caffeine, even drink a cup of coffee before I work
out. Seems to give me energy. Love frequencies, think I know the answer to
that one" one of the students says with a big smile.
"That is true, Caffeine is a wonderful stimulating drug. Addictive as
love, but then, who's complaining" Sinclair says, smiling at the students.
"You think the angelic bird beings can get people to stop fighting or that mushroom could help old folk's with Alzheimers,? a lot
of war and senility around the world today." J.R. asked Sinclair as he watched the birds
flying about from tree to nest and out back into the air again.
"Yes, if we will it, it can happen. A renewed will for peace can
bring about significant world change, and the same can be said for the
mushroom as well. It has been found effective for the treatment of
senility, repairing neurological trauma from strokes, cognitive function,
and improving the muscle/motor response pathways and yes even Alzheimers
disease."
As they are watching the many colorful birds flying around one of the young campers who
was hanging back from the others spoke up. "You like poetry?" Sinclair
turned to look at the short, stout, young man; "Yes I like poetry very much.
You got some?.. What's your name?" "Pepe,.. poet...here's my poem."
'Feeling Good'
Feeling good, feeling fine, feeling good inside my mind.
I feel like I have some time to kill but,
In all reality I am looking for a thrill.
I am looking for something to blow up,
I am looking for that instant explosion.
But I look at the tv, it makes me throw up.
But, inside my head, I know which way to go.
Because I am feeling good, feeling fine, feeling good all of the time.
Upside down is my world around me.
Standing at the bottom, people who I know surround me.
Opps! they found me.
Stay out of my world, and go to hell!
This is my sanctuary, can't you tell.
This is where I fell, don't ruin my high.
It is my turn to fly.
Because I am feeling good, feeling like I should.(8)
They stand there watching the birds, listening to Pepe's poem. As he
finishes reciting his poem from memory, Sinclair turns to Pepe: "You
express your anger well young poet, probably tames your anger." The young poet,
averting the tall strangers gaze, replies: "Guess so.. Feel like I get to create a little piece of a dream every time I
write,.. and I don't like nightmares."
"So you frame your words,
finding that they can calm, even reign in your anger. Your deepest, dark emotions, you work with
them.... Please keep writing Pepe, it can change you and the world around
you" he says
looking at the short, muscular, little Mexican poet. Pepe now looked
directly at Sinclair as his strong jaw line slowly angled up into a wide smile. Sinclair
smiles at the young poet and the others then excuses
himself from the group and starts to walk to his camp site. J.R. calls out to him; "Maybe
if you see me at the coffee
shop, you might say hello... Saw you there last week." Sinclair stopped,
then turned to look at J. R.. "Now
that I have met you, no problem J.R.." They smile at each other, then
once again he says good evening to the others and walks back to his camp site.
Northern California
-same day
Up the California coastline 777 miles Philip Flowers is about to take a swim in the cold waters of the Pacific Ocean. Marta Waters has accompanied her friend
down to the beach. Marta loves the beauty of the wild coastline, as she looks
down the coast she imagines the rock formations to be great whales leaping from the white capped, wind blown, cold ocean water."
"I had a dream last night Phil, you were in it."
"Tell me about it."
"We were sitting at a table discussing associations." Phil looked at her; "Associations, what kind of associations? Like who one is in league with type associations?"
"Your astral journey Marta, did it reveal anything?"
"Well I have lived a full life the last few years, as you know
neighbor," smiling at Phillip," with few experiences passed over.
My dream brought me to the startling realization that it was myself that I needed to
understand, and understand better than any thing else in this great big world of
ours."
Philip looks into Marta's beautiful hazel eyes before looking back out
over the seascape.
"Doing the inside job, while still keeping your heart open to
the world. Sounds like a balancing act." He starts to walk to the water for
his swim. The roaring sea reduced
to hem lines of cloudy foam as he steps into the receding tides water. Calling out loud to Marta over his shoulder,
"Allow me to introduce you... to the rapidly changing world of water Earth."
As Phillip waded into the cold water closing his eyes, his mind
went into Alpha immediately, quickly taking his brain frequencies just below the 8 Hertz frequency allowing a shift into the
familiar sweet spot of his mind, the Schumann resonance located at the 7.83 Hertz frequency. Here he allowed his minds light to circle the planet in a Theatavoyant flash offered with this prayer.
"Thank you Creator, may the 'Lights of Life' circle your worlds
now and forever, filling all broken vessels with your Luminous Love and Light."
As Phil
said this prayer the waves around him in the bay as in response to his words
became calm for a few moments. Phil knew that the 10 to 20 year window left to
save the planets eco-systems was in fact enough time. The power of the human
mind coupled with enlightened technology, prayer and a vision for change could fix a world in need of a
unified direction. Phillip was not about to
give up his quest for living in a conscious world, both here on Earth and in the
great beyond, that world boundless. He turned to look at Marta sitting up on the beach, and
believed that he was falling in love with the soulful young lady.
The ocean roars as the salty mists fills
Marta's mind with a flush of freedom. A freedom that only her dreams had been able to provide her very soulful life with up to this crossing point in her life.
She realized now, she was in love with Phillip Flowers.
Southern California -same day
Down south Sinclair Grailsbee and the young campers watch the giant old sycamore grove slowly filling with
colorful birds. The wings and leaves shaking in the wind gave the trees an
appearance of having wings. Green parrots, ruby breasted and yellow crested humming birds begin gathering nesting materials from the ground. Yellow crested warblers in pairs
and by the scores, flew from limb to limb in the bushes, as the red robins
sing as they busily build their nests. The weaver and bougher birds arrive from down under, their expertise
appreciated by the others. The day warms up in the camping grounds as the young students stand
and watch the many birds in a great flurry of activity, building beautiful nests all around them in the overhanging
large sycamore tree limbs and bushes that grow in the camp ground.
Sea birds are building their nests in the sandy hillsides.
As Val Lantern drives his indigo Jaguar down the road, the radio
is announcing breaking news flashes. SCI NEWS was Jackies favorite radio
station, hands down. The news broadcaster, Frank Benjamin, a real
passionate town
crier; "This just in from Singapore- Etheric rain engineering is reported to access and use the chemical ether, which permeates and controls the atmosphere via the ether influencing the atmosphere producing rain.(2) This in from Seattle - melatonin
supplements used for sleep aids now discovered to shrink both ovaries and testis with prolonged usage. This in from MIT-Cambridge, Mass. A research team has discovered a link between eating a carbohydrates rich diet and serotonin production. A diet of carbohydrates does in fact raise the amount of serotonin found in the brain. This just in- research with brain imagining reveals that neural pathways are still active in individuals while in deep
subconscious, coma like states. The right
hemisphere of the brain remains alert as 'the mothers milk of language' evokes neural activity functioning in
response to the familiar voice, while the left hemisphere of the individuals brain remains inactive. Research out of NASA's Marshall Space Flight Center indicates the sun in the last 50 years has been more active then it has been, by some
estimates, in the last 8,000 years. Over the next 8 years the electromagnetic poles of the Earth and that of our Sun are reversing position at the same time. This has not happened in the recorded history of the human civilization. This in from London- the sixth mass extinction of life on the Earth is now
fully underway, solutions
still available!...this in - the
right brain is where access to a.k.a. the Akashic records of Tibetan tradition
is located,.. Physics news- zero point - past, future exist simultaneously
in no-time present...amazing...and this 'in the middle of winter is the
beginning of spring'... This in from Cambridge, U.K.- first signs of ozone
loss have been detected in the ozone layer at the Arctic Circle. Large scale
losses expected if cold weather continues. Overall temperatures in the ozone
layer are at lowest temperatures in 50 years. Have been consistently low for
the last two months now.(3) This just in- Cognitive neuroscientists believe
we are conscious of only 5 percent of our cognitive activity. Most all of
our actions, emotions, behavior and decisions consisting of 95 percent of
our brain activity is subconscious. This just in from Nature-honey bees
brought from Europe in 1620 are going back to Venus, looking for love.
Colony collapse is occurring, 60% loss, millions of honey bees
disappearing, empty hives. Projected assessment: if we lose our honey bees
- humanity will have 4 years window of survival! Chemicals, systemic
pesticide, isolated as cause. Frogs are disappearing from the earth. NAA -
Noahs Amphibian Arc now collecting specimens, stressed weather, disconnect
between spiritual world and physical world allows for 'sir
conspirator greed'...kills the goose...and this
is Frank Benjamin ... remember... to remember... good day to good
night."
In Exxon blue
In radiation rose
Ecstasy
Joni Mitchell -
Passion Play
(when all the slaves are free)
Val turns the radio off as he pulls the Jaguar into the next camping space
to the students. Jackie Lantern looks out the window at the many birds flying limb to limb, all busy building
their nests now.
Colors and bird songs fill the salty air; so many birds, it appeared they were falling from the sky.
"I know about those rainmakers. In fact I have one in my camper. Simple technology really, based on orgone energy,
cloud buster stuff, not new really. A cloud buster is a simple invention really that Wilhelm Reich made to direct orgone energy in to the atmosphere breaking up clouds.
Inflammatory in its time though, perhaps still is to fundamental thinking. Got Reich its discoverer thrown into jail unfortunately. He died watching people piling his books high into the air then setting fire to them outside his cell in the streets of New York City."
The students looked at Sinclair Grailsbee, the tall, grey haired man. Then J.R. asked him J.R. "you got any chembusters for those
chem. trails we been seeing' the last few years now?"
Sinclair looked at the 18 year old, thin energetic young leader of the group. "Yes I have one of those too..." He looked at the group of campers glancing at the Jaguar that had just pulled into the camping space next to
them then turned back to look at J.R. "It's a new invention, using the same principals though".
The mockingbirds grey, white plumage filled in the colorful scene, flying through the trees at great speeds while yelling at the tops of their
shrill voices and laughing to the distraction of the other birds. However not even the mockingbirds operation, their tails all in a dither, were able to distract this airy opera nation of free feathers. The nests were slowly growing like a net, a community of nests filled in the long limbed trees. Like pools of nesting places the great sycamore trees seemed to
welcome the birds. The sweet smelling salt air and the birds songs of
the airy gathering rose above even the disrupting noise of the mockingbirds.
Just then, as Sinclair Grailsbee began to walk back to his motor home, a mockingbird did a nose dive grazing the top of his head. Flying about 10 feet away the bird did a sharp turn that only mockingbirds can even maneuver. Once again it flew directly at Sinclair's head. He stopped walking and just stared at the bird now. Catching the birds eye in an instant, it changed its trajectory and started to do very slow, lazy loops, in the air. Jackie thought the bird looked like a big sycamore
leaf falling through the air to the ground. As if in slow motion it sailed in lazy loops in the gaze of Sinclair and the others. A calming effect seemed to bring the mockingbird to flying like a butterfly within reach of Sinclairs
grasp now as it gently
flapped its wings around Sinclairs head and shoulders. Everyone watched the bird in amazement, as it did its loops around the tall man for several minutes then tiring of its trance like dance, flew off with the other mockingbirds feeling intoxicated like he had just eaten some red holly berries.
Mrs. Swans-Marie Grailsbee
That night after showing the others the cloud buster and the chembuster devices Sinclair leaves the campgrounds to visit his mother down the coast in Long Beach. She is on her death bed, her breathing labored when he arrives at her assisted living home. He sits down beside her bed and begins saying prayers that he had learned sitting at her knees as a young boy, fed on the
'Our Fathers' and 'Hail
Mary's' of a Mother's spoken milk. Holding her old, character filled hands, he prays for her. While looking
into her eyes; "It's all alright, really Mom. I probably would have done the same thing,.." Smiling at her he
continued," it really is alright Mom. I do love you". She manages a smile, looking deep into his moist
hazel eyes with her now alert and beautiful, woods dark brown eyes, questioning,
quizzical, and so deeply sad. That night just after midnight Mrs.Swans-Marie Grailsbee died. A 100 year storm is unleashed blowing up the coast from Mexico this night, spawning three small, class 1 tornadoes and dropping three inches of rain in her neighborhood. The earth groans as if in the
pangs of childbirth as she meets her redemption revelation. Sadness washed away, Swans-Marie Grailsbee is once again carried
away from the earth as if in a great hast by the angels and spirits. In the warm, airy
mists of combustion she is now in the presence of familial lights, faces of relatives
appearing as do
passed on friends. The guiding spirits of her destiny and fate are joined in union with her now.
Driving back to Sycamore canyon that night, it had been raining by the foot for a week now in Southern California.
His Dolphin
motor home cut a wake in the water as he drove north. Pulling into the campground he saw J.R. and a few of his
high school camping buddies walking in the rain. He waved to them as he passed
them driving to his camp site. It was around 11:00 P.M. when Sinclair retired for the night. The winds had begun to pick up as he
drifted into sleep. Letting out an 'ahh', releasing the fullness of his day as he drifted into a sleep state yet was still awake in his conscious minds eye. Suddenly a beautiful, fair haired
'dakini in a bikini' so politely and
graciously asked if she might visit Sinclair in his dream this wild, stormy night. Declining her loving offer in a snap of hast, he then sees boulders in backyards and this good spirited
Gigot sitting by a pool. He breathes in, then out, sounding 'ahh' as he again goes to a restful,
peaceful,' within the mirror' sleep.
Providence and grace, the healing of our Mother's sweet milk, Sinclair Grailsbee
sleeps like a child under singing stars above.
Early next morning Jackie Lantern is walking by himself in the park. He is saying the alphabet aloud to himself.. He looks into the air in front of him as if he once again repeats the alphabet ever so slowly. Before him now
he can see movements and fleeting forms that move in and out of his
peripheral vision in the air around him. "a,b,c,..." he says the alphabet again
out loud. When he finished this time he could
feel his body enlivened, tingling electricity flushed his skin now radiating
around his body and surrounding him. As if speaking the alphabet allowed the spirit
to impressed the air around him, for moments he felt the informed design of
the spirit tingling in the air around him. Jackie speaks softly, "The Word is one big word
and the Word is Love."
The oceans roar still in the mornings hold filled the air as he walks in the etheric
waters fluid movements that wash around and through him. He watches the many
birds flying around him in the thick grove of sycamore trees; yellow, green
parrots from Mexico,
blue birds, black birds, all in motion like a vortex of fluid winged matter nesting
now, imbedding themselves in the trees that surrounded him. To Jackie it looked
like a big brain forest with the crossing birds moving from left to right and
back again.
The park had a beautiful murals painted by elementary
school children some 20 years earlier and dedicated to the memory of Leo
Carrillo an old actor of Hollywood, having died 30 years before Jackie was born.
Leo had been a conservationist coming from a long line of old Californians. He
would eventually became famous playing the sidekick to Cisco Kid in a 1950s TV
series by that name. His characters name was Poncho. Years later his mother and
father bought a Dalmatian, they named it Poncho in honor of Leo Carrillo. The
murals were painted inside the tunnels that led out to the beaches and depicted
the natural history of the region on the inside walls. They were still beautiful
but the tunnels has fallen into disrepair from years of flood debris choking two
of the four lane road in driftwood and piles of fond picnic relics. Leo and
Poncho now fading colorful memories relegated to a log jam out on the shoreline
of what now seemed to be an abandoned road.
As Jackie walked along the trails within the tunnel
system he noticed someone bend down beside the small dry creek bed. This dry
draw ran through the park
down to the ocean. He watched the tall man who was bent over, studying the land.
Perhaps he had dropped something Jackie
thought to himself. He felt drawn to cross this persons path on his way to the
ocean and find out what he was up to. As he approached the man, he noticed that it was the
same man that they had seen yesterday, when they had just arrived. The birds are busy now flying about looking for
food, tending to their newly built nests.
He watched the man for a moment before approaching him.
At an angle that he thought he could not be spied from he approached. As he came
closer he could observe that the man was now digging in the river with a small
hand tool. He placed the material in a pan, poured some water
from a milk jug into the pan, then tuning he greeted me. "Hello young Sir, nice morning for a walk. Sycamore scent carried along
on the oceans breeze, so refreshing." "It's real nice
this morning. You find anything" Jackie asked the tall stranger. Sinclair was wearing a red bandanna round his head, black
levis and a caribou
vest over a green hemp shirt.
Sinclair returned to his panning, moving the material
in his pan in a circular motion. "Seeing what this old sand bar
might give up." He continued panning as Jackie approached him. "What
are you looking for?" Panning slowly he turns to Jackie; "Sure, colors,
garnets, quartz, flacks of gold maybe.." Sinclair paned his material down to
fine black sands; garnets red color and small gold flashes appeared in the pan..
The morning air shone, the air fresh as the breath of a
baby, the sky filled with
great billowing clouds that rose into the air like cathedrals in the sky
Jackie thought to himself. The sunlight fell upon the pans surface to
reveal glimmering red garnets and small specks of what looked to Jackie to be gold. Jackie stared at beautiful
colors in
the pan.
"The Apache
believe the garnet helps you to stay invisible. Geranimo believed that
,carried a pouch of them with him just for that reason."
Jackie
looking at the beautiful ruby red garnets asked the tall man: "You ever read the Phenomenon of Man by Tielhard de Chardin?"
Sinclair was surprised by the question. Could this
young boy possibly be reading that tomb long forgotten. He
wondered aloud; "Why you reading that book. Hard plowing that plot." He could not possibly have been more
than 12 or 13 at the most. Parents must be scientists, mathematicians or teachers.
"Yes I read it in college.
"All things that rise, converge".
Why do you ask? My name is Sinclair Grailsbee by the way,
your name might be?' "My name is Jackie Lantern" he looked a lot like Abraham Lincoln,
Jackie thought to himself as he answered the tall stranger. "All things that rise, converge"
Sinclair says. Jackie
repeats the phrase aloud; "All things that rise, converge"... Birds are flying about building nests as the day before.
Green parrots, black and blue birds gathering nesting materials, sea gulls and
pelicans all seeking shelter in the sand dunes while combing the coast line
below the park for food. Jackie looks at Sinclair then says; "It's optimistic isn't it Mr. Sinclair?" "Yes Jackie, he was the
optimistic visionary. You are a polite kid. Just call me Sinclair." Turning back to the creek bed he continues
talking to Jackie.
"I think Chardin was telling us that 'the universe is conscious'
and wants nothing less than full success for Itself on its Quest for
Creation. My words, but you get the drift,.. right Jackie."
Panning the gravel in his gold pan, adding some water,
he says to Jackie;
"here look at this, never know
what you'll find out here in these dry creek beds. Garnets, iron pyrites, quartz,...silver,
specks of gold." From the red rust in the pan to the flashes of violet Jackie
looked now into the ultra violet colors spectrum in the pan.
Quietly the tall man said in a low, slow
voice; "About all we can be sure of today is five to seven minutes out,
nobody really has a clue as to what is going to happen even 10 minutes from
now. Chardin saw the potential future for humanity, we just got to get by the
next 10 minutes or so." Quietly Jackie thinks about what Sinclair has just
said, the ultra violet colors filling his eyes. "At ten minutes intuition
and e.s.p. probably reign supreme, good as any hard ware frequency tool used now for
prognosticating the future and even effecting it's probable outcomes."
"Makes sense to me"
Jackie replied. "You know Jackie you just have to read the winds, interpret
the impressions that surround you. If you do that, you just might get lucky." The two stood
there among the great spanned Sycamore trees as the ancient, self repeating
universe rang out in the oceans roar, yellow and green birds sang their songs. "Touch the bird songs,
see those new rising colors and you can feel the pulse of the world my friend.
Did you know that bird songs fill the air of our world each and every morning
with the sun rise?" Jackie was thinking about it when he heard his mother
Lucy calling. "That's my mother, I got to go. Nice talking to you." "Good
talking to you, touch the birds song Jackie and look out for those new
colors." "Sure, maybe I can learn to
fly too." "With the right frame of mind and
believing, anything is possible."
Jackie Lantern took off in a bolt running back to his
parents camp site. As he ran he said aloud to himself the alphabet. Then he said
it again, out loud.
"a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l,m,n,o,p,q,u,s,t,u,v,w,x,y,x."
For a winters day it sure was warm Jackie noticed, for a moment or two, he
thought he just might be helping the sun to warm up an otherwise cold winter
season.
The sunset that evening was nothing short of magical.
The colors shone in bright peach, yellow and turquoise, revealing after the sun
had slipped over the horizon the colors of the dark side of the rainbow,
revealing for all to see, our creations painting in the sky. One big uplifting
painting it was, in this most beautiful place called Southern California which
Sinclair liked and loved very much.
That night Sinclair had the most beautiful dream. He
had found his creative family and all were now gathered in an outdoor garden.
There were roses blooming on a large bush and Sinclair was smelling the rose
when out of the mist appeared a beautiful Angel of Joy. She kissed him on the
cheek and then presented him with a ring that had 7 stones set one atop the
other. They were beautiful and appeared to Sinclair to be a light green
emerald, a blood red ruby, the most translucent sea blue sapphire, red and green
garnets, and one watermelon and one green tourmaline. She then whispered into his ear 'go to New Orleans'.
Sinclair was then kissed on the cheek by this Angel of Joy before she faded
into the background once again.
The funeral for
Mrs.Swans-Marie Grailsbee
was held two days after her death. It was a simple service held at Forest
Lawn Cemetery in Los Angeles. She was buried next to her husband Gene
Grailsbee. Sinclair was one of a handful of people that attended her funeral
mass. Sinclair was now the last remaining member of his immediate family. As
his mother was laid to rest he said a prayer for her soul that she might
rest in peace.
That afternoon Sinclair went down to the local coffee
shop. After purchasing a small hot cup of chi tea heated in soy milk he made his way
to the outdoor deck. Sitting at a small table looking out over the sweeping wind
blown bay, white caps clapping in the air, he surveyed the scene about him.
Two young men sitting to his left are joking about some guy who one morning
discovers he has the arms of a pollywog, small protruding
vestiges of appendages. Consequently he is unable to reach out to others, even
smile about much, fending for
himself in these lands of introductions and hand shakes, are fine honed survival skills
that he seems to have lost. Funny
bit Sinclair thinks to himself then he moves into a meditative zone of
reflection. To Sinclair the light of the Sun was the light of Christ,
that simple. This seemed anthropomorphic
nonsense to most people but to Sinclair he was bringing the Christos sun light out with his
meditation to the Solar Logos. He believes this light feeds the plants and
the seeds of earth as well as keeps humans healthy with imaginative thought forms of
healing fields of light. Lifting his head to face the sun, he sends his love out to the
Christ being of our sun. The air slowly warms as the sun breaks through the clouds
filling the atmosphere with the warmth of the 'christoic
substance'. (5)Sinclair sits there all aglow and radiating in the light of the Solar Logos,
then for a moment he sees his mother
Mrs.Swans-Marie Grailsbee awash in light.
It brings a smile to his face. Not a horn is heard honking on the busy highway
and it is peaceful.
As the sun light streams upon him, he feels the light
force of the 'christoic substance'. Radiating inout the Solar Logos shines over the
entire bay now. The lads are still laughing as Yellow Bird shows up dressed to the 7s
by 7. Black boots, silk stripped black slacks, yellow shirt and black dress
jacket cut for his very narrow shoulders and waistline that looked tailored cut
for
his slender build. He does not go into the coffee shop, rather walks past
Sinclair
to stop at a table and looks at a discarded paper. Seems Yellow Bird and
Sinclair went back a long ways. The young Taos Pueblo native remembers his
name, the one who found Suki the Japanese girl lost in the mountains of Taos,
New Mexico. His father called Sinclair 'Deer
Man' after that. Yellow Bird looked at Sinclair for a moment, a hint of recollection
sparked his imagination, then he turned his gaze back to the paper.... an
interview with Norman Mailor catches his sharp, dark, and bird like eyes. He reads: "I believe that God is
not just a law-giver, but a creative artist. The greatest of all. And what
characterizes artists is that they want to redo their work. Maybe it didn't come
off perfectly, so they want to see it done again, and improved. Reincarnation is
a way for God to improve his earlier works." Yellow Bird liked what Mailor had
to say about God, life and art.
Sinclair is once again in that
electrical,
chemical soup, stirred into 'experiential ecstatic spaces' of
the
'christoic substance' in fields of light. Yellow Bird could feel it, everybody on
the deck could feel it. Out in the bright sunlight now 'A Wild, Holy Band' is heard singing
the refrain to their latest hit.
'A Wild, Holy Band'
'Word'
'The Word is one big Word and the Word is Love.
Our
Love- energy is a unifying force of the universe!
The
Child of this Wisdom is Love,
Maaaaaaaaaaa Maaaaaaaaaa water,
Paaaaaaaaaaa Paaaaaaaaaaa fire,
A
Child of Wisdom is Love.
Starlight Child Wisdom Love.'
It carried aloft into the air from the radios of passing vehicles filling the coast
highway.
The Val and Lucy Lanterns are driving down the coast
when they are pulled
over for a tail light infraction by the C.H.P. As they drive into the parking
lot of the shopping center Val Lantern is fuming, swearing out load now. Jackie
looks out the window and sees Sinclair sitting out on the deck.
The CHP officer walked up to Val Lantern's elegant indigo
Jaguar. He was a young officer, looked like he was just out of the Army, Jackie
thought. "License, proof of insurance and auto registration please" he said in
an even, calm voice. Val lashed out; "you guys are so arrogant,
talking down to us. Must be envious or something... here" thrusting his license
and paper work, quick handedly to the young C.H.P. officer. Jackie slumped down in the
back seat, he was embarrassed by his fathers bad attitude and wished he was with
his new friend, back in the park, panning for garnets. He looked at Sinclair out
the car window; Sinclair noticed the jag, then saw Jackie looking out at him from the
back seat. He flashed him the peace sign,... Jackie, then, in a couple of
seconds, flashed the peace sign back. He did not hear his father yelling at the young cop, he was walking along the sunny side of the street with his friend Sinclair."
"Of course everything is current, what did you think?"
"Sir I'm writing you a safety citation, get the light fixed, the citation is
dropped. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a good day." Then he was gone, almost as
quickly as he had appeared. Val continued berating the officer as he drove out
of the parking lot heading back to their small New England styled home in West Hollywood.
Sinclair sat on the porch 'perfect as possible' (6) but he could not help
thinking about the Jackie Lantern family as they left the parking lot.
The warm air was filled with Sylphs darting in and out of Sinclairs peripheral
vision now. The Sylphs were singing in soft tones; 'Where real worth is hidden, there the
suns rays shine.' (5)
Sinclair sat in the suns warmth, felt boundless, yet could not
shake a premonition he felt deep in his gut that a shipwreck was looming. He
rarely experienced this type of paranormal phenomenon but when he did,
they were always bad. He saw Anna sitting there staring at him, Heather, Kim, looking at him sitting
there on the outdoor deck. She wore sun glasses, had beautiful platinum blond
hair and sat there staring at Sinclair. He could not shake the feeling that
something was occurring in the life of Val Lantern that was inevitable.
Monterrey Peninsula -same day
Dr. Phillip Flowers is giving a talk in Carmel by
the Sea up on the Monterrey Peninsula in Central California today. Speaking to a
group of behavioral scientists from around the world he is discussing
his theory about 'Dying, Right brain thinking, Dark energy and the Subconscious
Mind as it relates to the Human Soul'.
His research has led him into the worlds of physics, Tibetan mysticism,
western metaphysics, exploring the unknown to standard Western science. He
covers the work of Karl Pribram, not referenced by any major neuro physiology textbooks
until his 'New Principles of neural science' was published in 1988. He
covered Pribram's theory of the brain/mind relationship and his
holonomic brain theory in great
detail.
"Here is a description of the physical
experience of death, using the ancients conception of the human being as
comprised of the four elements. Before I start I want to state that the
Tibetans, Paracelsus, metaphysicians, all say the anatomy of the human, the
degrees of subtilization is seven bodies; I agree with that. For the sake of
our conversation here today I am only going to work from the premise of the
four elements.. Earth, water, fire and air. The fifth element I introduce into
the equation is the conscious/subconscious mind."
He is quiet for a moment gathering his
thoughts..."In death a dissolving occurs, melting into boundarylessness spaces" Continuing
"as a person dies the experience of hardness begins to melt. Heaviness sets in,
edges less defined, less sensitive to feelings, impressions fade, we can not
move our limbs, the bowels slow, the organs shut down as the earth element
fades into the water element. The water element flows into a feeling of
liquidity, as solidity of body recognition seeps away into an experience of
liquidity. Then this liquidity feeling is turned into the warm mist in the fire element.
Eyes and mouth become dry, blood pressure drops, circulation stops and the blood
pools up in the lower extremities. Now a feeling of lightness sets in with the
fire element dissolving into the air element. Warmth, cold, physical comfort are
no longer experienced, body temperatures drop and the body cools, pales in
color. All the digestive track stops with a feeling of 'subtle boundarylessness'
ensuing. Now as the air consciousness melts into consciousness, a sense of
edgelessness arises. Out breathes become longer, the in breathes shorter. A
sense of dissolving into space occurs, memory of the body fades, functions
cease. A sense of airiness grows into a sense of pure beingness."(7)
"The death experience expands out beyond our physical selves. We dissolve from this physical 3 dimensional world,
free from the 4th dimensional world of time, into the undifferentiated world of pure beingness. In this sea of pure
being...the subconscious mind looms before us, our fears, desires to
recreate the world, as we knew it before our death. So is this twilight world of
dying and death real? or is it our
subconscious minds and the imaginative right hemisphere of our brains creating
illusions? I believe they are as real as the individual who is experiencing
them, and only that real. (7) As you conceive, so you will perceive, the law of
attraction is a constant law of being. At the moment of death, the awareness of the individual can experience the
oneness of life, shining like a sun unifying the person with his original
being, if they imagine it so. I believe it is the subconscious mind where our
evolution and soul lessons occur. Very much as occurring in the gray scale
of consciousness in this dark matter we call life. "
Southern California -same day
Consciousness in death is like floating free of
your body you see. You feel like a bird,
all worry and pain are gone and you are free in the sea of beingness. The automobile
accident that Val Lantern had could not be avoided. He was so moved to distraction by his brief encounter
with the 'arrogant CHP guy' that he drove right though a yellow caution light.
That was always nerve wracking to little Jackie whenever his father ran yellow
lights. This time serendipity was not on Val's side. The cement truck was just
pulling out on to the highway when he came speeding around the bend. The sounds of metal
crushing metal, the shattered windshield as the air bag explodes out from the
steering column, all happening so quickly. Jackie could only remember the orange
color of the large cement truck, then seeing his father
bleeding severely from his head, air bag holding him in place as the cement
quickly filled in the front seat clear up to the roof of the Jaguar. Val was suffocated to death. Lucy
Lantern and Jackie were able to get out of the vehicle with some assistance from
two CHP officers. One of them had just minutes earlier issued Val the safety
citation. That CHP officer was the last person to look into Val's eyes before he was
declared dead. The CHP officer bowed his head and said a prayer for the man who just
minutes before had shown him little civility.
Consciousness in death, floating free as a bird,
all worry and pain, gone now, to be free in the sea of just being. Val saw the
whole thing. The accident, the officer trying to save him. As he said the
prayer, Val felt that he was in the middle of a hundred suns, shinning, floating
around the accident in a field of light. He saw Jackie and his wife who was
crying uncontrollably, covered in cement. Then he saw Jackie looking at his mother, she looked so
lost, confused, shocked. Jackie was not crying, he bowed his head and said a
'Hail Mary' and then he said another 'Hail Mary' for his father. Then he said the prayer
again, standing there, covered in cement, his book in hand. He
looked at his very distraught mother standing there. Then he saw that the sun
was so
bright now, it's light of warmth filling the air around the crash scene.
Monterrey Peninsula - same day
Dr. Phillip Flowers was now discussing the etheric body with the group. "It
is seen as a fine spray or jets of energy sparking from the body, known as the vital body extending only 2 inches out from the physical body.
It's matter is finer than the material of our nervous systems and is a
supersensible phenomenon more than a physical phenomenom. I wish to
reference here today the work of philosopher Rudolf Steiner (1864-1924) who
started the anthroposophical society in 1924." In his lecture given in
1912 'The World of the Senses and the World of the Spirit' he said "that
which is in man from the Spirits of Movement is filled out with muscle
substance, that which is in man from the Spirits of Wisdom is filled out
with nerve substance and perceived as Intuition. With the etheric body of
man we are already in the supersensible. The etheric body is to-day only in
the smallest degree material; it appears as very fine jets or sprays of the
etheric, giving rise to a matter finer than that of which nerves are made."
"Then we have an astral body
which rays out from our physical bodies up to several feet. In the case of
saints, sometimes this astral body can radiate out to fill a room or even a
church. These are energy field sheaf's of our physical body, each one with a
correspondingly higher vibratory rate. The astral body surrounds both the
physical and etheric bodies which in turn is surrounded by our soul body. We
will keep our discussion today to the etheric body the vital body only."
He looked at his audience for a few moments then continued. "This society holds a belief that the
'Immaculate Heart of Mary' is found in the etheric, vital body of humanity
today. Is the scent of the rose an experience of the etheric plane and a part of the hearts code
to the Mary Mysteries? They understand the etheric body to be the base upon
which our bodies chemistry functions. Another belief of the anthroposphists
is that we see things of a higher order with the back of our heads, and that
the great outer being of Archangel Michael reflects upon and into our
etheric bodies. This little known
society, anthroposophy, also believes that the very crucifixion of 'the Christ' was
recorded in the etheric blood of collective humanity and the 'spiritual atmosphere of the
earth'. Yes, the planet Earth has
an etheric body, a vital body within the electro-magnetic fields as well."
Pausing, he takes a drink of water from the glass that is sitting on the
lectern in front of him then continues. "Again, as academics
and scholars, we have to be entirely open to new ideas and information, as
outlandish as it might sound at the time. Rudolf Steiner and his body of work
spans 3 centuries. It has withstood the test of time, vicious rumors of
false associations, and attacks from the fundamentalists of his time. These
ideas, in an increasingly secular West, do not find much traction or general
acceptance today."
"I think we need to keep our minds open to information like this. Studies referenced in the literature of psychology now confirm that all
paranormal phenomenon originate out of the right hemisphere of the brain. Left brain logic,
math, the right
brain art, imagination, visions. It is now proven that a childlike and
unpretentious attitude about yourself and towards others is a key triggering paranormal
phenomenon within your own life. That allows the right brain to be open to
receiving these impression from both within ourselves as intuitions,
precognition; and from outside influences and impressions like earth changes
and social trends."
Southern California - same day
"Son, can you hear me?" it was a red headed woman, CHP officer. "Son, can you hear me?" Jackie opened his eyes slowly, looking at
the woman. Her gaze was so kind. Then smelled her perfume, smelled of roses
he thought. Her name is Jinney O'Dell. "Come over here where I can clean you up son." "How you feeling?"
Jackie held the woman's hand and walked with her, away from the accident, to where
his mother was being helped by the paramedics. As she wiped his face clean, she
noticed that he was so calm and there was not a trace of tears on his face. He had not answered her
question so she asked him again. "How you feeling?" Jackie looked at her for
several more moments then answered; "You smell like roses...I'm o.k." "What's your name son?" "Jackie Lantern." "Your parents?" "Yes." "I'm so
sorry Jackie."
At that moment Jackie realized something about
his father's life and his, subsequently. It was this. That only through
understanding our personal pain in life did any human ever get to the place of
compassion, both for themselves and for others. Val Lantern never understood
that. His father's whole life seemed to be spent arguing with others with the keenest logic and above all, he lived in an ego driven world of
his own design. His father never moved beyond the pain of conflicts without
resolutions, or hatchets never buried, as he lacked any
heart code for passage into the space of compassion. It was true his
father loved a good joke, loved his sports and friends, and loved his wife and
Jackie. But in the end, his sense of self importance never transmuted to the
import of 'Self', he never looked into or understood his very own heart. The inner
argument never happened for Val, the sense of the 'I of the Other' never
experienced really, much less acknowledged.
"How you feeling now" she asked
again. Smelling her rose perfume as he looked into her beautiful blue
eyes he replied; "I'll be o.k.". Then closing his eyes
he said another
'Hail Mary'. "It's rose water" she whispered, gently pulling his ear lobe. The
smell of the rose water, her touch, soothed and lifted him. She was as an angel who
walked into the fire of his families pain with scents of peace and calm; then a
picture, an Imagination appeared to him. Jackie is walking with his father in a garden in
full bloom and scents of roses, violets and daffodils fill the air in a sea of
color. Calming as violets, and with a wings breeze in their hearts they fan
small flames from the colorful flowers that surround them.
Sinclair was sitting on the deck of the coffee
shop when he experienced knots in his stomach. That's how premonitions work. He
knew immediately and said a prayer for little Jackie and his family. It was the
same feeling one has when you pass by someone of great import to your own soul
life, yet you pass like ships in the night. In your gut, you know that in the
world of dark energy, where Imaginations reign supreme, is a world that the
meek do not inherit, and if not in synch with our subconscious mind then our
deepest abilities and talents will remain dormant.
Monterrey Peninsula - same day
"Now I would like to conjecture for a moment. I see the smiles out
there." The gathering of academics laugh, a few smirking, gagging, as he continues. Let us turn to the intriguing world of
dark energy and physics
for a moment. In 1998 dark energy was discovered, it comprises three quarters of
the universe science learns. This energy surrounds each of us and is the stuff
of most of the universe. Regardless of where you measure this dark energy, its
mass is always the same and equal to a small handful of hydrogen atoms. In our
solar system it amounts to no more than the mass of a small asteroid. Yet its
significance lays in the fact that dark energy reaches out to the ends of the
physical universe and covers great periods of astronomical time. Now our
own subconscious minds handle and process 90-95% of all input that finally
rises up to occasion our conscious minds reduced to about 5% of its original
origins."
He looks at his audience, then said; "Speculative conjecture.".."
Is the human consciousness at the 'lemniscates of change', 'eights up' into 'star children'
moving on
up the
evolutionary ladder of a soul consciousness? Is a Hierarchical (that's a capitol H) change occurring
with our species with regards other species in the universe. Is a shift from the 4th dimension of time
shifting to a 5th dimension of our minds? Said another way, is our species
at the crossing gates from human to super human, or angelic 10th
Hierarchical
transition? Are we in fact moving from
the physical- etheric part of our natures into the psycho-spiritual part of
our beingness? (14) Is our frame of reference from an 'observational knowledge'
base crossing over to a 'modus operandi'
of 'inside viewing' occurring now in the world of dark energy? The universe is
accelerating it's expansion, as space around us empties out, are we
triggering the suns of our own beingness. The alternative view leaves humans more isolated
and remote in the great wide expanses of the material universe, a world
devoid of meaning."
Quiet for a moment, he then concludes his talk. "So I ask as a scientist, do our subconscious minds reside in this dark
energy?
Can
we learn to navigate our conscious/subconscious minds into these
Hierarchical worlds of stepped up energy fields, with it's accelerating expansion and
newly discovered frequencies? Is
'energy field genetics' a reality for us now, discovering our transpersonal selves
and the reality of the existence of these spiritual Hierarchies in our universe?
Is the 'dark night of the soul' today our soul's excursion into these
invisible worlds of dark energy? Poetically speaking, I say the dark has now become
a fertile ground of
consciousness, and like birds migrating at night, humans are in fact evolving slowly
towards this dawning realization of this great universe we all inhabit. I believe
that we are actually crafting our own personal human evolutionary continuums
at this time in our species history. The phenomenological experience of our
fields of light as a 'human consciousness soul'
(14) evolving in an expanding universe of dark energy as self aware beings is occurring
now I believe."
Dr. Phillip Flowers closes his presentation with some slides from
the Hubble Space Telescope site. He put up on the overhead slides
from Hubble's historic space odyssey documenting the farthest reaches of the
known universe. Beautiful life forms floating through space in a movie format, look like 'jelly fish' creatures
from
deep space.
Luminous colors, diverse shapes and coloration patterns fill the big screen now.
Their colors range from red, violet to ultra-violet, from peach to yellow and
turquoise. They looked at the magnificent life forms pass slowly by on the
large screen,
seemingly endless in number. He then says softly smiling at his colligues: "Thank you for your attendance today, have a good
afternoon."
As Dr Phillip Flowers is driving out of Carmel by the Sea he
stops for one last look at the blue waters of Monterrey bay. He parks by
the promenade that runs for miles along the striking coast line. He walks to a
spot where he watches the elephant seals sunning themselves on the flat
rocks below. The big bull elephant seal is laying on his back, resting on a great
flat rock, and looks smugly content there. The
other elephant seals are scattered about on other rocks, all around the bull. To the one, they all lay
in positions catching the suns rays directly on their well positioned
backs, stomachs or sides. He looks at the bull elephant seals stomach, noticing
how illumined it is in the sun. Looked like a great white
alabaster lense, a translucent oval shield, with silver and light green striating patterns
running through it.
It was ethereal, gorgeous, giving the elephant seal the appearance of a 'visual
vehicle' as he gazed upon it. Then in the blink of an eye, a lensing effect
occurs, with Phillip transported with the elephant seal as his totem guide,
diving deep into Phillip's
subconscious mind. He sits there, transfixed by a feeling of moving into
his inner depths, riding this 'visual vehicle' of the great bull elephant
seals shinning
stomach. After 30 minutes of wonder and inner journeying, he bowed his head to the wise animals
and left them sunning on the rocks. He got in his car and started his drive
back up north and his home on the North Coast.
3days later
St Victorious Church - Sunday
It is raining in Southern
California this cold February day. Jackie figures all the spirits come out when
it rains. His father's funeral that afternoon would be received well, by both
the passed on relatives now with him and any church going spirits who wanted to
attend as well. At the church
Monsignor Arthur Shields is preparing for the funeral mass. He has brought some
brownies along to eat for some much needed energy and a little inspiration. He learned about
the wonderful little treats from a physician parishioner some five years earlier.
He found the brownies bolstering for especially difficult eulogies he has had to deliver
over the last few years. His secret vice, a little bad habit perhaps, which he
has confessed to many times over the years, and has been moderate with his use
of. He found
it did inspire his 88 year old and aging mind to find 'uplifting metaphors' from
time to time. Today he is so moved by Val's sudden death that he is in need of
some inspiration. He takes a bite of his 'ganja brownie' as he starts to put on
the vestments for the funeral mass.
The Service
"We are here today to honor the
memory of Valentine Lantern, loving husband of Lucy Lantern and loving father of
Jackie Lantern. He left us suddenly last week in an automobile accident... As a
child learns to walk, he then learns to speak, then and only then does he say
for the first time 'I'. His ego now informs his temple. Standing up on the earth
he looks up to greet the heavens. Now the cow, oxen and horse, animals only look
ahead, but man looks above into the divine heights of heaven. Now the
Christ-force can reside in and radiate from an upright vessel. These are cosmic
spiritual forces at work here and the work of a Creative Cosmos." Jackie thought
Monsignor Shields was so animated, even inspired, delivering the eulogy today.
The rain was falling steady now, spirits flitting about, as freed up in the rain
this cold afternoon while the old Irish monsignor delivered his insightful and
inspiring eulogy.
As Monsignor Shields was delivering the eulogy Jackie felt a
warmth on the back
of his neck. He recognized the sensation, someone was sending him focused
attention. He turned to see Sinclair Grailsbee sitting in the back of
the church and looking right at him. He was standing back there, head and shoulders above everyone
else. Sinclair smiled at Jackie who smiled back at him,
though he was not sure Sinclair could see his acknowledgement. Sure
looked like Lincoln, Jackie thought to himself. Jackie turned around, bringing his
attention back to the eulogy.
"Life is a gray scale and we
need to lighten up" Jackie thought his old
friend was in the finest of form this day. Something special about this eulogy; It was so deep, he thought. Monsignor Shields in his thick Irish
brogue continued; "A being of the stars, Wisdom a Child a Christ-Being spoke,...the 'Word" was born.
A Child.!" Jackie
was spell bound by the eulogy, it was as if the old Monsignor's words were
drawing Jackie right into the warmth of this very 'Child'. His entire body
was warmed by the words of his old friend,
the most honorable of Irish-Americans he thought, the Monsignor Arthur Shields.
Jackie reflects on the fact that Teilhard
de Chardon mentions this 'Christ-Being' too, but this is the first time he has
heard Monsignor Shields use the apparently arcane Christian phrasing. It does
not fall on deaf ears, rather setting on the fertile soils of Jackie's rich imagination
to take root. Jackie reflects on a 'Christ-Being' for some time as Monsignor
continues giving the eulogy...his gaze now falls on the crucifix that hangs on
the white wall, set well behind the alter. These white walls give the church a
very serene atmosphere, putting Jackie and others in peaceful and relaxed states
of reflection and prayer. As Jackie looks at the crucifix, the background
slowly begins to radiate a subdued hue of soft white light. Then very slowly
silver white hues radiate out several feet from behind the ancient looking
Orthodox crucifix. It looked like a spherical orb of light to Jackie, that
pulses like a cloud shrouded sun. Then suddenly Jackie feels this 'Christ-Being'
as a Light that streams through the entire universe and is free for the
experience. A
light fills the church as Monsignor Shields continues his eulogy for Val
Lantern. It is raining hard now, the roof echoes the rain drop's sentiments, let
me land upon the ground.
Then Jackie is pulled back to the old Monsignor's eulogy. "I now share 'The
'Word' with you in closing this eulogy for Valentine Lantern today.
"In the Primal Beginning was the Word"
"And the Word was with God
"And a God was the Word.
The same was in the Primal Beginning with God.
It was there where all things came into being,
And nothing came into being but through the Word.
In the Word was the Life and the Life was the Light of men.
In the Word was the Life, and the Life was the Light of men."
Then the old Monsignor said the most wonderful thing. It was at that moment
that Jackie knew he loves the old Monsignor Shields as much as he loves any
human, living or dead. To Jackie the old priest was as if inspired by the very
Archangel Michael. Eyes tearing up with emotion, the old Monsignor says slowly
to the gathered: "In the Word was the Life, and the Life was the Light of...all
humanity, yes,.. all of humanity."
That was the end of his eulogy for Val Lantern. As Jackie and Lucy
are leaving St. Victorious Church they meet Sinclair Grailsbee. Jackie
turns to his mother; "Mom I want to introduce you to the man I mentioned the
other day, remember, camping? Well here he is. Mr. Sinclair Grailsbee, I would like to introduce you to my
mother, Miss Lucy Lantern." Lucy turned to meet Sinclair and said; "Thank you for
coming today Mr. Grailsbee, we so appreciate it." "Sinclair is fine Lucy, if I
may be so presumptuous." "Sure..Sinclair, Lucy is fine as well." They smiled at
each other, then Jackie noticed something very special. They were looking into
each others eyes, holding each others gaze for quite awhile. As others passed
by, they barely noticed, as if in a world of their own. Jackie continued to thank
people for coming as they filed past them on their way out of church. As he was
doing this he felt strangely happy with-in himself on this rainy, cold and grey
afternoon.
As the church empties Jackie notices a woman
kneeling down in the little alcove before the statue of Joseph and Mary. She has
lit a candle and is now saying a prayer. When finished she stands up and walks
to the back of the church where she stops to give her condolences to the
Lantern Family. Jackie recognizes her immediately as Jinny O'Dell the CHP
officer that assisted them at the accident scene 3 days before. As she
approached them Jackie notices that outside it is now snowing very lightly. He
had never seen it snow in Southern California before and learned later on the
weather channel that it had not snowed in their area for over 18 years. As the
snow fell gently to the parking lot outside, Jinney O'Dell stood there. She
first reached out to shake Jackie's hand. Then she took Jackie's right hand in
between her two hands. They were so warm that Jackie forgot about the sudden
drop in temperature that had just descended upon them. "Thank you so much for
coming today" Lucy said to Jinney. She looked so different out of her uniform,
pretty even, Lucy thought to herself. As she spoke to Lucy, she was still
holding Jackie's hand in hers. "I live very close by so thought I would attend
today.." "We appreciate it very much" Lucy replied quickly. For some reason, out
of the blue, perhaps the sudden cold weather change, Lucy invites the two
strangers back to the Lantern house for something to eat and drink.
"Oh
freedom is mine
And I know how I feel."
"Would you both like to come join us back at our
house for something warm to drink, a little something to eat?" Sinclair smiled,
nodding his agreement, Jinney O'Dell replied; "Sure, that sounds good." Jackie
looked into her beautiful blue eyes, her red hair shone in the subdued light of
this suddenly very cold afternoon. As the snow flacks fall to the parking lot,
Jackie's right hand, held between Jinney's hands, becomes very warm. Leaving the
church to get in their cars, Jackie turns suddenly, walking over to the old
avocado tree in the school yard that his father had planted in the school yard
some 50 years before. It was a place that Jackie and his father
sat many times before, where he ate lunches with his school
friends, and just as important, where he visited his own rich imaginations. He
bowed his head for a moment; then said "I'm here at the old avocado tree Dad,
just want you to know that. I'm here, now, and...well I love you,.. and I will
miss you Dad, don't think I won't. I'm here at the old avocado tree right now,
the one you planted. Can you can see me now?" A tear came to Jackie's eye. It was the first he had shed
since his father's accident and death. "You can see me now, I'm right here
at the old avocado tree." Jackie bowed his head, then walked back with his
mother's car.
They drove to the Lantern home, a small New
England styled house in West Hollywood. As they arrive at the house the front
yard is covered in fresh fallen snow. The flurry passed leaving the neighborhood
covered in the bright light of fresh white snow. Lucy and Jackie got out of
Lucy's sensible, older, white Land Rover and walked up to the front door of
their house. Sinclair was just behind them and parked on the street in front of
the house. Jinney O'Dell pulled up then, and parked behind Sinclair's small
motor home. She drove a red Toyota hybrid, electric, bio- fuel engine, built in
the U.S.of A. Jackie liked her car, thought it was real hot. "Very nice car you
drive Miss O'Dell." Jackie says to their newly arrived guest who is just
stepping onto their front porch. "You can call me Jinney, young man." Jackie
looks into her smiling face, her bright eyes touching his. "You want to guess
what gas mileage I get with that little 'toy' out there Jackie?" "Don't know
really. 50 miles to the gallon would be real good." "I get 60
miles to the gallon! And when I'm electric...", looking into Jackie's hazel
eyes; "I sail that boat for pennies." Jackie looks at her, then turns to look at
the snow on the lawn, in rivulets of the melting snow now, it looks like boats
slipping along streams to the streets below.
"Well, welcome to our humble abode, come in please"
Lucy says as she unlocks the front door. The house is nicely appointed. A
large rose wood table sits in the middle of the living room. Big soft couches
line two walls of the living room. The walls are painted in a soft pastels, tans
and soft yellows, the floors are exposed hardwood, looked like 'birds eye maple'
to Sinclair as he walked about. The swirls in the rose wood table were
beguilingly beautiful, and the chandelier that hung from the living room ceiling
refracted light and colors around the room, even on this overcast day.
"Jackie, would you please build us a fire."
"Sure thing Mom."
Gathering up some small kindling that sits beside the fire wood box,
collected by Jackie outside in his yard after wind storms, he sets about to
build the fire. Setting a single tissue of toilet paper beneath some pine
needles and twigs, he lights it with a stick match which he then throws into the
small fire. Immediately it ignites the twigs and pine needles. Now he
puts a single, small limb of pine on the new fire. Soon it catches, then he adds
a second small limb and soon it catches. It four or five minutes Jackie has built
a warm, pine scented, fire. Sinclair notices how capable Jackie is building the
fire. From his experience living in the mountains for years Sinclair knew
that building fires is an art, and Jackie definitely had the art down to a fine science.
Everything in place, readily available for a quick fire and warmth. Sinclair turned to
look at Lucy Lantern and realized that these were very wonderful people that he
is now coming to know. He turns to see Jinney O'Dell watching Jackie closely.
She too is impressed with the young boys prowess for fire building.
"You are a very handy young man Jackie" Jinney says to the
Jackie. "Might have
to teach me how to do that. You in the Boy Scouts, Jackie?" "No, I just like
building fires, nice to read by while laying on the couch." "Don't think I have
ever seen anyone build a fire so quickly." "He learned that from his father"
Lucy says..."He sure did" Jinney replied. "I have some apple cider that I can
warm up, anyone interested?" "Sure" they all say. Lucy walks into the kitchen to
prepare the hot apple cider.
Sinclair says to Jackie; "Reading any good books Jackie?" Jackie looks at
Sinclair, then smiles; "Sure am, why you taking notes?" It was cold outside but the house was warming
up nicely. Sinclair smiles and says to Jackie; "Looks like Quinn the Eskimo got
here today. Want to try out my chi machine this afternoon Jackie, for some
'feel good chemistry'?"
As he was talking, Jinney walked into the kitchen to see if she could be of any help to
Lucy. Sinclair and Jackie stood in front of the fire place warming themselves by
the growing flames.
"Feel good chemistry, sounds good... body as musical instrument." "Pardon
me?" Sinclair said. "Just a thought that ran through my mind...You know
Sinclair, I was reading Pierre this morning and found this, can I share it
with you?" "Of course Jackie." "Well in this writing Chardin encourages us
to say this prayer; "Tell God every
day that you love Him with all your heart, all your soul and with every
fiber of the unifying universe"...Jackie looked at Sinclair then said;
"I like the 'every fiber of the unifying universe' part". "That is powerful
Jackie, seems he almost wrote 'your every fiber of the
unifying universe'...that would make the Church nervous, very cosmic thinking." "Pierre, dude
was 'The Cosmic Cowboy of France'" but no one knew" Jackie says, laughing out loud. They
both understand that the French visionary Jesuit's
writings were little understood by the Catholic Church during his life time. Quiet once again, they stand in the waves of heat
pouring out from the fire place, warming the house. Jackie hears 'Word' by the band
'Wild and Holy' running through his head again.
A few minutes later Lucy and Jinny return to the living room
with four cups of streaming, hot apple cider. Lucy sets the tray of drinks
down on the rosewood table then hands Sinclair a cup. They sit down on the
couch in the living room and quietly sip their ciders. The fire has warmed
the house to a comfortable temperature and Sinclair finds himself feeling
very relaxed in this small and very comfortable home. As they finish their
ciders Sinclair announced that he has a chi-machine in his Dolphin camper
and is willing to demonstrate it to the others if interested. "Sure, why
not" Lucy replies.
Sinclair walks out to his Dolphin camper and retrieves the
chi machine. Bringing it into the house, he then sets it down in the middle
of the living room floor. While plugging the machine in to a wall socket, he
says to the others; "Welcome to the oxygen exerciser, burn fat while
relaxing." The machine is slightly larger than a bowling ball bag.
Laying on the floor, flat on his back, he puts his ankles up in the yoke of
the small machine, then turns the timer to two minutes. His entire body
begins to move like a fish swimming back and forth. His body undulates
looking like the letter S, or the swish of a horses tail. When the chi
machine stops, Sinclair immediately feels the rush, as a profusion of
biochemical substances, neurotransmitters, surge through his blood stream.
After a few moments he says; "feel good chemistry at it's best." They sit
there looking at Sinclair, his breathing slowed, looked like he was asleep.
Sinclair is in the 'christoic substance' zone, that serotonin heaven of
neurotransmitter bliss in the neural net of the eternal now.
Lucy laughs out loud; "I think I can feel it too,... wow, and I
haven't even tried it yet. O.K. I'm ready."
"Good Lucy, most people can feel the 'surge in the
neural net field' of others after
experiencing it for themselves on the machine. You are feeling my neural net field
phenomenon before you have even experienced it for yourself. That's... wonderful and different." He liked this woman more all
the time, and like the expanding universe his interest just keeps growing.
Lucy lay on the floor, Sinclair explained to her how to
set her ankles in the yoke of the machine. "Now turn your ankles in just a 'skoosh',
your feet will move like a fish tail when I start the machine." "'Skoosh'..haven't
heard that word in a while, you from the mid-West, Sinclair?" she asked.
Sinclair turned the machine on and replied.
"No Lucy, I hail from the great state of California." The
weather was clearing up outside, but it remained very cloudy and cold. Inside the
Lantern house that afternoon it had become very warm. He looks around the living room. It's forest
green carpet and light tan walls give the room an outdoor feel. Only one
painting hung in the room, a large painting of a seascape. A unique lamp sat
on a small table in the far corner of the room. It was a small bronze tree
lamp about 15-17 inches tall. Soft blue lights illumined the clear quartz
crystal flowers that hang on the tree. It was a color that Sinclair
recognized; of melted star-sapphires, a light-ening glow, as if from within.
It cast a very soothing light over the entire room.
As the chi machine stops Sinclair tells Lucy to sit
perfectly still and feel the chemistry. Before long she says very softly;
"Feels good."
"Phantasticant,
Hey! It is Good!"
Sinclair calls out, you get it Lucy! When you get up, drink a glass of
water, it will allow you to pass some toxins."
Lucy lay there flush in feel
good. Slowly she gets up and walks into the kitchen to draw a glass of
water. When she had finished drinking the water she returned to the living
room and turned on the radio. It was RAM, the local alternative music
station. Over the course of the next hour Sinclair hears music that he had
never heard. Groups like Satya Yuga, the Lost Children of Babylon,
singer and poet Erykah Badu. He is clearly moved by the breadth of mind and soul
the musicians display. All of them, speaking
to the minds of people with strong, meaningful words. 'Power of the verb'(5)
, lyrics 8 up negative to a higher ground, no blades
cutting, beating of holes, or flaunting lyrics of opulence. Just the math
of a spiritual practice, their music and words.
"They won't be naming' no
buildings after me, to go down dilapidated. This world done changed since
I've been conscious" sings Erykah. That brought a smile to Sinclair's face.
"Feel like I'm flying, my whole
body feels electrically charged right now,... it's a great feeling!" Jinney
lay there for several minutes after the machine stopped. "When you get up,
drink a glass of water" Sinclair said. Jinney got up very slowly, then
walked into the kitchen.
Jackie was the last one to try
the chi machine. As he got on the floor to put his feet in the yoke; "Could
put me to sleep, I figure."
"It often puts people to sleep
Jackie, because they release Melatonin. That's our sleep inducer chemistry,
we manufacture it every night, helps us fall asleep. As you chi you will
start manufacturing Melatonin, so yes, you could fall asleep." He turns the machine on, Jackie lays there, eyes closed, as he drifts into
the inner spaces of
his wondrous mind and the infinite sea of realities.
"From the kitchen Lucy asked
"Sinclair would you like to stay for dinner?" Sinclair was happy to accept
the invitation. "Yes that would be great. Thank you Lucy." Lucy tells them
know that Jinney will be joining them as well. Jackie smiles laying there on
the thick green carpet, moving from side to side, the tips of his feet
flipping side to side like the tail of a fish.
Lucy steamed some vegetables in
about a 1/2 inch of water, in a cast iron skillet. She cut up some cabbage,
broccoli, carrots, beats, stinging nettle, onions, putting them in the now
hot skillet. She mixed the ingredients together, then added some chestnut
soap mix, letting the vegetables simmer in their own juices for about 30
minutes.
"Dinner"..is the next thing
Jackie heard. He opened his eyes slowly. Staring at the ceiling. "How you
feeling?" it was Sinclair. "I'm fine, just dozed off I guess. Wow, sure
smells good!" "Dinner served" Lucy says.
They sit down at the dinning
room table, a single red rose in a small while vase is set in the middle of
the table."Would you say the grace Jackie?" "Sure Mom. 'Bless
us and these gifts, which we receive, through thy bountylessness Christos,
light Being, Amen.'"
"Thank you Jackie" Lucy says
smiling.
"You are in for a treat.
My Mom makes awesome veggie dishes. I picked the stinging nettle in the back
yard. They do sting too." The others laughed. "Supposed to be good for you
though. Figured it's free, so I picked some to try."
Across the country snow was falling
hard, from the Dakotas across the
Great Lakes to the Washington area.
Blizzard and winter storm warnings
are issued for eastern South
Dakota, Iowa, Wisconsin, Minnesota,
western Maryland, Pennsylvania, West
Virginia, the Capitol in the
District of Columbia and northern
Virginia. The