The Seer

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This is how the technique works: faced with a problem, one doesn’t feebly sit back and wait for things to happen. Neither does one toss a coin, or consult an astrologer, and hope that the outcome will prove the right one. Not at all. The very definite action to be taken falls into four stages:

1. See yourself to be the Ground or Bottom Line for the pros and cons of the problem to arise from — as many of them and in as much detail as may be. Encourage them to arrange themselves in all sorts of ways. Live with that display, brood on it, sleep on it, but don’t go hankering after a decision. As entertaining the problem in all its aspects, as the Screen for them to come and go on, as their Mirror, you remain neutral. Among the exhibits, however, you may well find, prominently featured, a dateline for the problem’s solution. Brood on that, too.

2. One morning on waking, or during the day when you are preoccupied with some chore, the completed pattern of things to come arrives, spontaneously and unannounced, from the Bottom Line. So inevitable it seems, so conclusively does it resolve your problem, that you are left in no doubt that here is the right decision, arrived at in the right way at the right time. It has been immaculately conceived in you and for you but not by you. Certainly not by you the human being. Accordingly, it arrives carrying the authority of its parentage, which is the real You, the Source, the World’s Beginning and the World’s End.

3. Now it is the turn of that decision itself, of that seemingly so right design, to go on display above your Bottom Line: and to reveal its limitations and weak spots. All manner of doubts and difficulties, and dilemmas about how to give effect to the decision, are now likely to appear. Again, you don’t solve them by choosing between possible alternatives. You stay with them till they, in turn, are ripe and ready to resolve themselves.

4. Finally, the plan is implemented. With interest, perhaps with awe, you watch it take shape. At no time do you feel that you are moulding or forging that shape. It forms in you as cloud-shapes form in the sky, or intricate patterns in a kaleidoscope.

Such, then, is the technique of No-choice, resulting in no stress of the superfluous and toxic sort. It works. It works creatively, coming up with unforced and unpredictable and truly inspired solutions that you couldn’t possibly take personal credit for. And it works like that because, to tell the truth, it is not a technique at all, not a useful dodge for relieving you of the pains of indecision, and certainly not a recipe for a quiet life at all costs.

No: it works because it’s the way you are built, the way you function in any case, whether you realize it or not. All this choosing one thing in preference to another is illusory, a great cover-up. Separate individuals, as such, are powerless to make the slightest difference in a universe where every one of them is tightly controlled by the rest. Pretending otherwise, pretending that, as our sole selves, we exercise free will, is as absurd and dishonest as it is vainglorious — and stressful.

Only the Source of all, under the sway of none, has free will; and only deeds which are seen to proceed from it, which are referred back to it, which are felt to be its own deeds - only these carry its marvellous smell, the smell of an originality and rightness which belongs solely to that Origin.

To live the choiceless life that we have been describing is not fatalism. It is not giving up the struggle and accepting that one is a machine within a Machine. It is to identify with the Machine’s Inventor, to take one’s stand in Freedom itself. It is to be one’s Source, to choose what flows from it, and to perceive it as very good.

From Head Off Stress by Douglas Harding

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And I then became exquisitely aware of the Stillness — around, within, underneath everything. It was a Stillness so profound that all that is seemed to be originating from and contained in it.

I felt it most intensely at a locus in the center of my chest, and it radiated outward, filling my entire being and moving beyond. But it also undergirded and surrounded me and everything else.

The Stillness was not a Negative or an Absence, but neither do the opposite terms seem at all apt. It simply Was (Is). It seemed the basis, the grounding, the totality of all that is. To describe it as a person is to limit and trivialise it. And to call it “it” is not at all accurate either, for what I experienced was no-thing.

What I do know is that I experienced an absolute wholeness, integrity, serenity, and union with everything, a union that cannot be expressed in language.

My intuitive reaction was “This is It!”, “This is What Is!” without in any way being able or feeling it necessary to articulate conceptually what I was experiencing, what “It” was.

From Stillness by Bruce K Nagle. To read the complete article, >Click Here.

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Soul’s joy, now I am gone,
And you alone,
— Which cannot be,
Since I must leave myself with thee,
And carry thee with me —
Yet when unto our eyes
Absence denies
Each other’s sight,
And makes to us a constant night,
When others change to light ;
O give no way to grief,
But let belief
Of mutual love
This wonder to the vulgar prove,
Our bodies, not we move.

Let not thy wit beweep
Words but sense deep;
For when we miss
By distance our hope’s joining bliss,
Even then our souls shall kiss ;
Fools have no means to meet,
But by their feet ;
Why should our clay
Over our spirits so much sway,
To tie us to that way?
O give no way to grief,

by John Donne

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This morning, after rain
had cleared the air, sparrows
ranged over the cornfield.
I stood at the window
in the kitchen where now
I peel these potatoes.
They come white from the knife,
roll into the water.
I am clear and look down
as if from a window.

by Colin Oliver

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Seers are those who see what is actually given, rather than what they are told to see. They are simple enough to look. And so they see that they are face to no-face with others, they are capacity for others - this is a deep kind of love. They see that they are still whilst the world moves - this is profoundly relaxing. They see that their face in the mirror gets older, but their no-face doesn’t - their True Self will never die. This is the end of the fear of death. They see that they are - things come and go, but Being IS. This is joy - the joy that has no shadow. And they see that all things come from the One within them. Realizing the power and love of their True Self, they recognize the wisdom of saying Yes! to what it gives them, moment by moment.

By Richard Lang

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We fail to understand God’s purpose because we (are conditioned to) see with physical eyes only and not with our spiritual eyes.

We see what we want for ourselves (a better dream experience), not what God wants for us (to awaken as the dreamer to the dream).

So now (in awakening) we give our attention not only to what is seen, but to what is unseen. For what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal

St Paul, sharing the gnosis (the knowing) with the followiers of Jesus’ teaching at Corinth, Greece. (2 Cor. 4:18).

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Years ago, I discovered a new way to look at the world — a new way to think, a new position from which I could view the universe — and that position let me see beauty and wonders that were not apparent to the old way, to the old position, to the Old Think.

Well now, this new way to think, this way to view the world seems wonderful and marvelous to me. At the time it happened I was absolutely certain it was virgin and pristine and that it never before had been seen by anyone. I’ve since learned that this experience is awaiting everyone and will for each come as it did with me, with the absolute conviction that it’s unique and new ….

God is light. Light is a beautiful synonym for what God is. You may have heard of Lucifer — Lucifer, the devil … the word Lucifer means the bearer of light, the one who carries light. And, according to the Bible myth, that Lucifer was thrown out of heaven, damned to an eternal darkness.

Lucifer is the idea that we are the ‘bearers’ of light. Lucifer is the idea that we are the ‘custodians’ of this awareness right here, right now. Never was there a bearer of life, never a bearer of light.

We are life, we are light and we let go the Lucifer, the deceitful nature of us that would say, “This is my life to do with as I please; this is my destiny to live as I choose.” We let all that foolishness go — just to be light, to be life that is the Godhead shining.

From a transcribed talk (Woodsong Series #7) given by William Samuel at his home — Woodsong, in Alabama, USA, in April, 1980

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We rarely make book recommendations in fiction, but you might find this odd new book from Sentient Publications of interest: God Is An Atheist: a novella for those who have run out of time.

The author, N. Nosirrah is a writer and philosopher who asks his readers to question their existence, God’s existence, and in particular, Nosirrah’s existence. He has said that those who understand his writings have no need to meet him, those who do not have no reason to meet him, and those who need to meet him have no need to read his writings.

A profoundly funny romp through religion, spirituality, and the contemporary clash of cultures of belief, with special attention to the human obsession with knowing what can’t be known. Nosirrah provokes just about everyone as he describes a world where God is on the run from Islamic extremists, the Pope announces he shares a bed with Richard Dawkins, and Buddha’s son disappoints by getting enlightened instead of becoming a doctor.

To say this novella is strange might give the reader a way to relate to it, but in fact, nothing will shift the burden away from the reader. In its pages, the world is bent around the reader’s mind until either the mind itself begins to bend, or indeed, breaks. A book without plot, characters, structure, or obvious purpose, this is an endless descent into the netherworlds of a dystopian mind. If a thousand monkeys typing endlessly would eventually produce all great works of literature, then God Is an Atheist (ISBN 978-1-59181-072-8) is their first draft.

Click on the link to see an amusing YouTube book trailer for God Is an Atheist. (Not available from Clearsight)

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This cannot be understood. It can only be recognised. Until recognition, there can be a trying to understand or grasping at the words, which are pointing to what is beyond words. Recognition cannot be forced and no particular circumstances are necessary. But there can be a tiring of trying to understand that which can never be understood. Sometimes it can take years before trying to understand is exhausted. Sometimes this only needs to be heard once or sometimes there is recognition ‘out of the blue’ with no apparent connection to anything in the story.

In recognition there is never any connection to anything that has come before this. In recognition, there is no story of past or future. There is no time. Any apparent story is recognised as simply a story. Nothing causes recognition because any apparent cause is simply a story. Recognition is the end of the belief in the story. Recognition is a leap beyond concepts. Beyond belief. Beyond what has always been assumed. It is a leap into the unknown. It is a leap into what has always been known but simply overlooked. I can recognise what is being pointed to in these words, because I am that. This is what I am, beyond any story of ‘me’. This is how I know that which is pointing, and that that is pointing to what l am.

From I am Life Itself by Unmani Liza Hyde????????

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When I walked into the coffee shop,
I saw God sitting at a small table
Sipping espresso and reading a newspaper.
She was about seventy years old.

I couldn’t believe it.
No one else seemed to realize that God was in the room,
Closer than four tables away,
Closer than life itself.

I took a deep breath,
And watched God take another sip of coffee.
I wanted to stand up and shout in a loud voice,
“Listen, people; this is a very special coffee shop!
This is where God chooses to drink coffee
And read the newspaper.
This place is sacred.”
But I remained silent.
No need to scare everybody.

Then, I looked at the sunlight coming through the front window,
And the way it lit up dust motes in the air—
Millions and millions of individual particles
Dancing.

From behind the counter came the tinkling sounds
Of silverware being dumped into a sink.
Small groups of people talked quietly at their tables,
And a cash register rang up a sale.

I suspected that this was the only morning in the history of all time
That it was going to happen just like this.
I thought to myself,
“It’s a lucky thing I came here this morning.”

After a while, I got up my courage and walked over to God’s table.
I said, “Hi, what’s your name?”
God said, “Jane Smith.”
I said, “Really?”
She said, “No, not really.”
We both smiled,
And then I walked out of the coffee shop and into the street.

Some people go to church to find God,
And you can find her there if you know how to look.
But you can also find her at the coffee shop.

by Bob Harwood