Verities and Balderdash Part 2

The scenario described in Part 1 *IS* the consequence of unconsciousness: the inevitable cascading of events to consequences that then seem to have been "out of our control". That is the sad story we tell ourselves and it's pure balderdash. Poppycock!

I say "Blame me. Blame me and you empower me. OH! Yes! I *made* you feel so-and-so! I am SO powerful! WOW!"

Honestly, people are so busy trying to avoid "blame" that they willfully disempower themselves. If it's not your fault, it's not in your power and, if it not in your power, it's not your fault. "That wasn't *my* fault," they protest. "*I* didn't make my life the steaming pile of horse sh*te it felt like!" <SNORT!>

"Oh yes, you did. THAT was but a rodeo, kid--and just a wild ride, my friend. And until you see that, you are going to have to repeat the lesson. And that is why the wheel goes round and round and round--and why your boots remain covered with horse sh*t."

Forgive the world! Here too, "Forgive" is not what you likely take it to mean. This is true forgiveness: the real-ization (as in "experiencing a truth as real for you") that nothing happened TO me. It all happened FOR me. The next level is the discovery and the wielding of the Will: It all happens AS me:

I am the god of my own reckonings. So are we all, but the sleeping know not what they are doing with their "saying", "naming", "ascribing".

It is not, after all, what happens in our lives that shapes our perceptions of the world. It is what we TELL ourselves -- the significances WE ascribe to those events -- which does this.

"In the beginning was the Word."
(And that's when the fight started.)

I look back through time and smile. This world is but a cosmic jest: "The Sons of God captive and hostage of the world they made as a toy, a diversion--a mere play thing!"

I am awake. I am lucid in this dream world, and I know there is no death. I have been and returned, and death is but what the sleeping call a corps. Sellin T-shirts. Want one?

There you have the keys to the cosmos. If you can assimilate all of that and accomplish its real-ization you have accomplished "The Great Work": the merging of your temporal self with your Perfect God-Self. I hope this helps. The shoes may be tight but they'll protect your wee feet from the oyster beds of life. And the muck would suck them right off your feet were they not so snug. Like everything that but seems to "hurt": "It's all happening FOR you. Wake up! Get up and go find them pearls in the mud!" Amen...

I love you ALL.
Cailín Joyce Callaghan
Little girl, Lord of Strife
An Faolchu Gaelach
Queen of Cups
"Whom doth The Grail serve"
"Love is The Law; Love under Will. Let The Great Work Begin."