I hope that the information in this blog will help you to understand yourself and the world around you much better. I am giving this information free of charge but at least, if you are inspired by anything written here, have the decency to give my name to anything you use. Many thanks
We are all used to dealing with 'knowable laws', those that we use in our daily lives and those used in science that can be written down in the language of mathematics. But what if there are unobservable laws that relate to the mechanics of a non-physical entity, a kind of super-biology that relates to something we a part of and not apart from? What if our biological mechanisms are relative to something much larger than ourselves? What if, with all of our human image stripped away, the mechanics of what makes us 'feel' individual is only a tiny part of one huge system of information processing?
Each individual cell in our body has its function, the laws it adheres to to preserve and enable 'the whole' of our body to work correctly. My own conclusion which has been deduced from nothing more than my own experiences of extra-sensory perception over the last sixty years is that the 'entity' that has been called God is simply the overall system of mechanics to which we adhere and of which we are a part, just like those individual cells in our own physical body. That overall system contains all of the information that ever was, is and shall be. We have access to a limited part of that information which is produced according to our evolutionary make-up and therefore ability. However, snippets of it can still bleed through when we least expect it stimulated by, for example, a particular action or event which creates an action potential which accordingly releases threads of information into what we presume is our conscious mind. Those snippets of extraordinary information have to have meaning and we search desperately for that meaning. Reality itself is 'meaning'. It gives meaning to the whole load of mechanics by which we function. So we end up with the conclusion that extra-sensory-perception is something special, something 'different', a gift, which is really is not. We assume that ESP is something unobservable, something above reality and yet it is very much a part of our daily lives. At the beginning of this post I asked the question 'what if there are unobservable laws that relate to the mechanics of a non-physical entity'. Those mechanics are actually observable through our own biology. The way that we ourselves function, is the observable tip to the mechanics of the unobservable. We are not individuals in that we all process information for the 'whole'. We are subject to the laws of the 'whole' which incorporates the information, purpose and function of everything in our universe. What fascinates me as a layperson is that the mechanics of our reality are so simple and yet we don't seem content with that simplicity but need to complicate the hell out of it!
Our individual purpose is information exchange. Each of us is a system of individual information processing and exchange in that we are uploading and downloading it into the overall system and out again constantly. However, we are also part of an infinite network of information exchange between ourselves. As individual atomic information processing systems our atoms are always hungry. The law by which they function is hunger for information, to process it and to exchange it. We have a need to eat and drink, not because we ourselves are hungry or thirsty but because our atoms are programmed with the need to process information. Information grows the system. It expands it and increases its capacity for further processing. So we eat and we drink. The information contained in the atoms of what we consume feeds the atoms of our body and their processing system. As we mature into adult cells, we are capable of processing and exchanging more detailed information which is the necessity of the whole and not simply us as individuals. I will explain our need to reproduce in later posts. Aristotle said that 'Knowing yourself is the beginning of wisdom' and this is absolutely true. The further we delve into the wonderment of ourselves and our reality, the more we expand it but it has to begin with us because our mechanics produce the whole system and the whole system produces us! One is constantly dependant upon and part of the other. So, if God is to be taken literally, then we are a part of God and God is a part of us. This ties up the misinterpreted language that God knows everything about us. These are the mechanics that make this so.
Our own brain has its internal library of stored, familiar information which has been built up through sensory input since our birth. It has no connection to the outside world other than by the language of the incoming sensory information with which we feed it. By basically matching up the incoming information with that the brain already holds, we are given what is a rough image of our reality, which is internal and not external. If we correlate those mechanics to something outside of our biology and integrate our mechanisms within that larger (for want of a better word) entity we find ourselves acting like neurons and becoming, literally, the mind of God. We are ourselves the sensory input that enables the release of information from (what I prefer to call) a Super-Brain which produces our reality.
Wednesday 28 November 2018
Sunday 25 November 2018
What is God?
I hope that the information in this blog will help you to understand yourself and the world around you much better. I am giving this information to you free of charge but at least, if you are inspired by anything written here, have the decency to give my name to anything you use. With many thanks.
In my last post I mentioned the system I call the Super-Brain having previously been named 'God'. I would like to explain more about this.
When I was a small child I had an immense amount of Biblical dreams and became obsessed with the man called Jesus in the Bible. I dreamed that I was always with him. When I told my Mother about the dreams she forbade me to speak of them. She said it made her afraid that God was going to take me, that I was going to die. I never spoke of them again but they continued to happen. I also had many strange experiences that religionists would call 'ecstasies' during my childhood. I recall going to the Scottish Highlands for the first time in my forties. Looking out over one of the many glens on my first day I wept at the sheer beauty of the place. My whole being was filled with awe and it was as though so much of this sensation had filled me that it spilled over and the tears streamed down my face. The experiences I had as a child were like this. I was filled with love until the feeling spilled over. This is the only way that I can describe them. I never spoke about them much, mainly out of embarrassment. But, over the years, I've come to understand what they were.
As the years went on and I was in High School, I was obsessed with Jesus. I didn't read the Bible. I wasn't interested in learning about what he was supposed to have done in his life. I just 'knew' the man. I loved art at school and wasn't bad at it, selling some of my work for pocket money. The work I did for myself, however, was all about Jesus. I sketched images of Biblical scenes and I even painted a portrait of him for my art exam. I recall seeing a program about his life and being totally inconsolable at his death. I never spoke, obviously, to the kids around me at school. They thought I was weird enough as it was! I wasn't interested in making myself look older than I was to get into nightclubs like the other girls in my form or the latest fashions. All I wanted to do was 'be' alone in the landscape. I was absorbed by the trees and the rivers, the hills and the vales near where I lived. When I was ten years old I was bought my first pony who was wonderful and we became firm friends. Being with him enabled me to travel further afield into the landscape and we shared great times together.
I was, however, driven mad by the feelings within me which were deep yearnings for 'something' that I could not describe at the time. My next-door-neighbour when I was small, was a devout Roman Catholic and told my parents, after one of our deep discussions about my views on who God was, that I should enter a convent. In her opinion I had definitely 'had the calling'! I knew that this wasn't for me though. One rainy and dark morning I set off on Bambi, my pony, and rode all the miles from the farm where he was stabled to a large crucifix at a place called Cobden Edge in Marple, Cheshire, England, which I believe, is still there. It was a long ride and we were both soaked. I tied Bambi to a small tree and went up to the crucifix. From that point on the hilltop you can see for miles. The clouds were dark and the rain poured, but there, in my tiny childhood mind, I called out through tears to that 'something' in 'that place I yearned for'. I cried for help to show me why I was here. I knew then that I had a purpose but I had no idea what that purpose was.
I have had some incredible messages over the years in the spiritualist churches I secretly attended in my late teens and early twenties which confirmed that I had some information that I needed to impart and I was given two important messages that linked me to the man known as Jesus. For someone who had spent their whole life to that point seeking answers to questions they didn't even know how to ask, all those messages gave me some kind of hope.
After all these years of searching, I really feel now that I have the answers I would love to be able to give myself as that small child clinging to the bottom of that huge wooded cross on Cobden Edge fifty years ago.
My personal experiences of Christianity, having been brought up in a Christian household, are that whatever we do, whatever happens to us, God loves us. All the trials and tribulations we go through in our lives are all tests of our strength and faith and overcoming those obstacles quietly and observantly will create a wonderful place for us in the peace of the hereafter....heaven.
What a load of twaddle!
Please don't get me wrong, I haven't become a believer in absolutely nothing after we pass through death. I've had an experience that allowed me to know that our consciousness survives which happened during one of the darkest periods of my life. When I was small, my homelife wasn't particularly happy and when I went to bed at night I imagined that God was this huge chap, sitting on a throne wearing large velvet robes and sporting a long white beard. I used to imagine that me, being a tiny little human child, could crawl up into one of the creases in the arm of his robes where nobody, including him, could see me but I would be safe and away from persecution. I guess he must have been a cross between God and Santa Claus in my little mind at that time. However, that was the impression that religious education had taught me and it gave me some comfort at the time. I suppose in the minds of many Christian folk, that impression would still comfort them today. The belief in that kind of God offers excuses and forgiveness for everything we do and takes away our responsibility to be better individuals ourselves.
In my later years, I've looked at all sorts of God beliefs from many Gods to one of them and they all have the same strands running through them. From being very young, with all the strange experiences I had of 'something' outside of the 'norm', not only was I drawing and painting images relevant to them but I was writing constantly. Into my teens and right through to my late thirties I was writing in the same style which was very scriptural.
I used to visit local spiritualist churches and read some of my work in the open circles at the end of the services. One afternoon I was pressed to go to a church I hadn't been to before. In what I considered was a mistake I arrived at the church much earlier than the service started. An old man had also arrived too early and I asked if I might sit with him, out of good manners, and wait. He asked me directly if I was a spiritualist medium to which I replied that I wasn't and that I didn't really know what I was but that I wrote 'stuff'. He looked very pleased at this and asked if he might read some of my work there and then. I passed him my file and this he did. By this time the service was due to begin and other people had arrived. He asked if he might speak to me after the service to which I agreed. We spoke outside. A night I will never forget. He told me that he had been in a bed of sickness all that week and that he did not have long to live. He told me that he had been searching for the 'woman with the writings' for very many years and that I had no idea of the depth or origin of what I was writing. Since our meeting I have spoken to several people who knew him for many years before me and it was very much the standing joke to ask if he'd found the woman yet. To cut a very long story short, over the two years that followed before his death in 1998 he taught me the basics, rather like a kindergarten teaches the alphabet, of what I was writing to enable me to read it correctly. He also gave me some very crazy messages about who I was and what my purpose in this reality is. It actually correlated with others I had received and also one that I received from a chap completely out of the blue in another country some years after my friend had died. So from all of my lifetime's experiences and all of the messages and all of the translated information that I now have in my consciousness I know what God is and God is not that big old man dressed in velvet robes with a long white beard that I visualised when I was so small! I don't want you to think that because I don't accept the present understanding of a God or Gods or whatever that I am a total atheist. This I really am not. What I have come to know as Him-Who-Is has a long explanation. 'He' and 'She' don't exist in the way we understand them but I do not want to refer to what I understand as the root of our existence as 'It' because that feels cold and disrespectful. What I understand as the root of our existence is warm and pure love. However, without understanding, with ignorance and arrogance, humans have misconstrued their own language and because they cannot read, they do not know their true origins. They themselves have created hatred.
The masculine element of God is derived from the root mechanics of all reality. Feminine is derived from the first manifestation of those masculine mechanics. Therefore male is always inside female in the true marriage. Male and Female we are, both. We are, each of us, the ultimate hermaphrodite.
In a presentation I gave as part of several this past year, I described what is known as the Divine Masculine being the source of the Divine Feminine. Boy did I get into trouble from a feminist sitting in the audience. I was told that everyone knows that the Divine Feminine came first and that I might do better if I presented this the correct way around. No and yes! The Divine Feminine is the first recognised element of creation as matter. However, the root mechanics are masculine. Without male entering female there is no union and therefore no manifestation, no continuation, no resurrection, no reality. This union is the true marriage from which there cannot be divorce.
There is so very much to explain and I am hoping to endeavour not to make each blog entry too long. So I will close this one here but I will say to you that the man Jesus did not die the death that Christians believe. When you fully understand your language once more you will know that his resurrection was through his children.
In my last post I mentioned the system I call the Super-Brain having previously been named 'God'. I would like to explain more about this.
When I was a small child I had an immense amount of Biblical dreams and became obsessed with the man called Jesus in the Bible. I dreamed that I was always with him. When I told my Mother about the dreams she forbade me to speak of them. She said it made her afraid that God was going to take me, that I was going to die. I never spoke of them again but they continued to happen. I also had many strange experiences that religionists would call 'ecstasies' during my childhood. I recall going to the Scottish Highlands for the first time in my forties. Looking out over one of the many glens on my first day I wept at the sheer beauty of the place. My whole being was filled with awe and it was as though so much of this sensation had filled me that it spilled over and the tears streamed down my face. The experiences I had as a child were like this. I was filled with love until the feeling spilled over. This is the only way that I can describe them. I never spoke about them much, mainly out of embarrassment. But, over the years, I've come to understand what they were.
As the years went on and I was in High School, I was obsessed with Jesus. I didn't read the Bible. I wasn't interested in learning about what he was supposed to have done in his life. I just 'knew' the man. I loved art at school and wasn't bad at it, selling some of my work for pocket money. The work I did for myself, however, was all about Jesus. I sketched images of Biblical scenes and I even painted a portrait of him for my art exam. I recall seeing a program about his life and being totally inconsolable at his death. I never spoke, obviously, to the kids around me at school. They thought I was weird enough as it was! I wasn't interested in making myself look older than I was to get into nightclubs like the other girls in my form or the latest fashions. All I wanted to do was 'be' alone in the landscape. I was absorbed by the trees and the rivers, the hills and the vales near where I lived. When I was ten years old I was bought my first pony who was wonderful and we became firm friends. Being with him enabled me to travel further afield into the landscape and we shared great times together.
I was, however, driven mad by the feelings within me which were deep yearnings for 'something' that I could not describe at the time. My next-door-neighbour when I was small, was a devout Roman Catholic and told my parents, after one of our deep discussions about my views on who God was, that I should enter a convent. In her opinion I had definitely 'had the calling'! I knew that this wasn't for me though. One rainy and dark morning I set off on Bambi, my pony, and rode all the miles from the farm where he was stabled to a large crucifix at a place called Cobden Edge in Marple, Cheshire, England, which I believe, is still there. It was a long ride and we were both soaked. I tied Bambi to a small tree and went up to the crucifix. From that point on the hilltop you can see for miles. The clouds were dark and the rain poured, but there, in my tiny childhood mind, I called out through tears to that 'something' in 'that place I yearned for'. I cried for help to show me why I was here. I knew then that I had a purpose but I had no idea what that purpose was.
I have had some incredible messages over the years in the spiritualist churches I secretly attended in my late teens and early twenties which confirmed that I had some information that I needed to impart and I was given two important messages that linked me to the man known as Jesus. For someone who had spent their whole life to that point seeking answers to questions they didn't even know how to ask, all those messages gave me some kind of hope.
After all these years of searching, I really feel now that I have the answers I would love to be able to give myself as that small child clinging to the bottom of that huge wooded cross on Cobden Edge fifty years ago.
My personal experiences of Christianity, having been brought up in a Christian household, are that whatever we do, whatever happens to us, God loves us. All the trials and tribulations we go through in our lives are all tests of our strength and faith and overcoming those obstacles quietly and observantly will create a wonderful place for us in the peace of the hereafter....heaven.
What a load of twaddle!
Please don't get me wrong, I haven't become a believer in absolutely nothing after we pass through death. I've had an experience that allowed me to know that our consciousness survives which happened during one of the darkest periods of my life. When I was small, my homelife wasn't particularly happy and when I went to bed at night I imagined that God was this huge chap, sitting on a throne wearing large velvet robes and sporting a long white beard. I used to imagine that me, being a tiny little human child, could crawl up into one of the creases in the arm of his robes where nobody, including him, could see me but I would be safe and away from persecution. I guess he must have been a cross between God and Santa Claus in my little mind at that time. However, that was the impression that religious education had taught me and it gave me some comfort at the time. I suppose in the minds of many Christian folk, that impression would still comfort them today. The belief in that kind of God offers excuses and forgiveness for everything we do and takes away our responsibility to be better individuals ourselves.
In my later years, I've looked at all sorts of God beliefs from many Gods to one of them and they all have the same strands running through them. From being very young, with all the strange experiences I had of 'something' outside of the 'norm', not only was I drawing and painting images relevant to them but I was writing constantly. Into my teens and right through to my late thirties I was writing in the same style which was very scriptural.
I used to visit local spiritualist churches and read some of my work in the open circles at the end of the services. One afternoon I was pressed to go to a church I hadn't been to before. In what I considered was a mistake I arrived at the church much earlier than the service started. An old man had also arrived too early and I asked if I might sit with him, out of good manners, and wait. He asked me directly if I was a spiritualist medium to which I replied that I wasn't and that I didn't really know what I was but that I wrote 'stuff'. He looked very pleased at this and asked if he might read some of my work there and then. I passed him my file and this he did. By this time the service was due to begin and other people had arrived. He asked if he might speak to me after the service to which I agreed. We spoke outside. A night I will never forget. He told me that he had been in a bed of sickness all that week and that he did not have long to live. He told me that he had been searching for the 'woman with the writings' for very many years and that I had no idea of the depth or origin of what I was writing. Since our meeting I have spoken to several people who knew him for many years before me and it was very much the standing joke to ask if he'd found the woman yet. To cut a very long story short, over the two years that followed before his death in 1998 he taught me the basics, rather like a kindergarten teaches the alphabet, of what I was writing to enable me to read it correctly. He also gave me some very crazy messages about who I was and what my purpose in this reality is. It actually correlated with others I had received and also one that I received from a chap completely out of the blue in another country some years after my friend had died. So from all of my lifetime's experiences and all of the messages and all of the translated information that I now have in my consciousness I know what God is and God is not that big old man dressed in velvet robes with a long white beard that I visualised when I was so small! I don't want you to think that because I don't accept the present understanding of a God or Gods or whatever that I am a total atheist. This I really am not. What I have come to know as Him-Who-Is has a long explanation. 'He' and 'She' don't exist in the way we understand them but I do not want to refer to what I understand as the root of our existence as 'It' because that feels cold and disrespectful. What I understand as the root of our existence is warm and pure love. However, without understanding, with ignorance and arrogance, humans have misconstrued their own language and because they cannot read, they do not know their true origins. They themselves have created hatred.
The masculine element of God is derived from the root mechanics of all reality. Feminine is derived from the first manifestation of those masculine mechanics. Therefore male is always inside female in the true marriage. Male and Female we are, both. We are, each of us, the ultimate hermaphrodite.
In a presentation I gave as part of several this past year, I described what is known as the Divine Masculine being the source of the Divine Feminine. Boy did I get into trouble from a feminist sitting in the audience. I was told that everyone knows that the Divine Feminine came first and that I might do better if I presented this the correct way around. No and yes! The Divine Feminine is the first recognised element of creation as matter. However, the root mechanics are masculine. Without male entering female there is no union and therefore no manifestation, no continuation, no resurrection, no reality. This union is the true marriage from which there cannot be divorce.
There is so very much to explain and I am hoping to endeavour not to make each blog entry too long. So I will close this one here but I will say to you that the man Jesus did not die the death that Christians believe. When you fully understand your language once more you will know that his resurrection was through his children.
Friday 23 November 2018
Autumnal thoughts.
I hope that the information in this blog will help you to understand yourself and the world around you much better. I am giving this information free of charge to you, but at least, if you are inspired by anything written here, have the decency to give my name to anything you use. As you read on in other posts, you will understand why this is important not simply to me but to yourself and the whole of reality.
Here I sit at my computer in my little study overlooking our woodland garden and the hillside beyond. Autumn is such a wonderful time of year, full of colour and seasonal smells. However, some of our lovely collection of trees and shrubs are becoming quite stark now. De-clothed by the season, nakedness has replaced their Summer green apparel apart from our Oaks who are still dressed in their glorious russet adornment.
I have always felt a deep and inseparable connection to the landscape of these sacred British Isles, my home and the home of many generations of my ancestors, and for me there is no more beautiful place on the planet. I feel part of them. I breathe with them and I am rooted to them. So what is this connection I feel so deeply within? Is it simply familiarity? Is it love of the hills and plains of my homeland? Is it comfort? From being a very small child, playing in the Oak grove near to my home I have felt this. I used to consider that the trees and the flowers spoke to me because the connection was so strong. I felt as though they were family in my childhood mind. Now I am almost sixty years old and with a lifetime of experience behind me, of asking extraordinary questions for such an ordinary woman, I now feel that I have achieved an understanding of that connection.
I recently had a go at dowsing, which was great fun and something I've wanted to do for years. Experience has taught me that everything we are drawn to have a go at is for a specific reason and that our lives are filled with 'way-markers' which direct us onto the right route. I have had many and they never cease to amaze me. Many of us go through life without even noticing them. Some will even say it's coincidental. However, those who are self-aware like myself take real notice. We are aware of the questions we have asked ourselves and we notice the way-markers that direct us to the answers. In fact, we have asked for both and therefore, both we receive. Our group's dowsing instructor told us firstly and primarily that the answers come from the precision of the question and this for me rang so many bells because it is something I have learned for myself over the last fifty or more years. The answer definitely does come from the precision of the question. We were given a map to dowse for the oldest building in a particular area. With one of my trusty copper rods at the ready, I concentrated on the question as I drew a ruler down the longitude. I hit a spot and the rod swung into its 'yes' position. I placed the ruler along the latitude and draw it steadily along until my rod swung again into its 'yes' position. I marked the area. At the end of the test, we were all asked to give our locations. Mine, seemingly unfortunate at the time, was totally different from other peoples and I felt deflated. I felt I hadn't succeeded until our instructor gestured wildly when he asked me about my result. The question he had written on the board was to locate the oldest building in the defined area. There was a Saxon Hall several miles from us which was the designated target. However, my own rod had reacted to a Neolithic stone circle in the same defined area but much further away. Our teacher informed us that he'd fallen foul of his own instruction because he should have asked the question "Locate the oldest house" in the defined area and not used the word 'building'. This shows the necessary precision of the question. And it isn't simply in the field of dowsing that it is important.
So how does this work?
Many psychics would say that locating something physically or by dowsing a map is basically reading 'energy', telluric or otherwise. Some might even say it was directed by some spirit or other. Those who have read my book will know that I do not accept the existence of spirits because this is simply an age-old description of something far more interesting and complex. Dowsing is used regularly by oil and water companies and it has to be absolutely correct and precise. If you consider the amount of money involved in drilling for oil, gas, water and so on, the companies concerned would not wish to create bore holes without being absolutely sure of the location. Many engineers simply use this method without really considering the whys and wherefores of how it works. They are simply interested in using it as a tool to do the job at hand.
The questions we ask act as stimuli. Consider how your computer works when you are searching for something online. You type in one or two words and the computer comes up with various links for you to look at based on the information it has relating to the words you have put in. Our brains work in a similar way in that they have an internal library of stored information gleaned over all the years we've been alive. Sensory information comes in and our brain matches it to the information it already has in its internal model. It creates our perceived reality from the information it has available. From a very early age, we learn to 'see'. We cannot 'see' without the input of our other senses. Our brain has to learn what things are and it has to learn to perform the mathematics that enable us to experience the world around us. Those mathematics are unconscious functions to us. Whilst I am typing this blog, my brain is working out the keys on the keyboard, their location and the place of each letter in each word. The pressure I need to make the keys function has to be taken into consideration. The distance I have to reach to press the keys also has to be worked out and as I reach for my cup of coffee, my brain has to work out its distance from me, its weight and negotiate my hand's movement around the plants and other items on my windowsill. All these movements are taken care of by our brain because it has learned this information from our childhood and we do not have to 'tell' our brain to produce these functions physically. They just happen! So here I am typing away and the unconscious side of my being is taking care of all the intricacies of my work while my 'conscious' thoughts are being typed on this page. The words I am typing are bringing meaning to the unconscious actions of my physical body. What you are therefore reading is a massive amount of unconscious mathematics that are producing my conscious thoughts. But more deeply, what is really happening, however, is that the 'unconscious' movements that are taking place are the aftermath of information that has already passed through me. Difficult to explain but here we go....
The reality we perceive is actually in the past. We've already done it! The reality we perceive is the product of information that is stored within a data storage system of which we have no awareness...well some of us do I guess otherwise I wouldn't be able to write about it.....and of which we are a part. We are processing systems in the overall system. We are neurons in what I personally call the Super-Brain passing information back and forth between each other and to and from the Super-Brain constantly. Our own brains mimic in detail and in miniature the functions of the Super-Brain. Our own brains don't actually store the information that we consider they do. Our own brains only process information that comes in from the huge system of infinite information exchange of which we're a part. It's been previously called God. We know that if we damage our little finger or big toe that our reality won't be changed. We might not be able to hold things as strongly as before or we might walk with a limp for a while but our reality will stay pretty much the same. However, if we damage our brain, our reality will become a whole lot different. This is because it will not be able to process or download the information it could previously from the Super-Brain because the mechanisms that allow this will be damaged.
By the time our brain has processed all of its incoming sensory information that information has already been processed many times. Our own sensory information is processed and translated in the language of the brain which is electro-chemical signals. Our brain basically puts all that information together matched up with information it appears to have already stored in its internal library of information and gives us a rough image of the reality its able to create from it all and which we perceive as our personal reality. However, it isn't quite as simple as that!
Our whole body is a processing system connected to all the other systems, like the one that is you and your individual family members and your friends and all of theirs and every other living thing that make up the whole system which forms our little bit of reality. By the time our brain has processed all of the incoming sensory information from our perceived reality, the outcome which is what we experience of that reality is ever so slightly in the past. However, even that past is in the past! As a processing system which is a kind of quantum biological system in that what we are able to deal with biologically is only the tip of the iceberg - the experiential product of a super-biology - information has also to be gleaned from the internal library of the Super-Brain which is true 'consciousness'. This information floods our atomic system and triggers a myriad of reactions. It is the overall Super-Mechanism that produces all of our 'unconscious' mechanisms and is responsible for processing our thoughts and actions created by stimuli. Those stimuli are a cross-over interaction between each system (us). I am therefore responsible for creating your existence and you are responsible for creating mine. Have, therefore, kind thoughts because they create 'intent' which can materialise anywhere. The more of us that have them the better our reality will become. Hence the perception of karma...which isn't anything more than what you put into the system you basically get out one way or another. Societies around the world are bonkers at the moment. It's like the whole world's gone mad! Uprisings and upheavals are everywhere and its us that have created them. Not one of us is innocent. It only takes one unpleasant action to create a chain reaction that reverberates around the Super-Brain and it only then takes a minute stimulus somewhere or in someone else and the action will manifest. The more manifestation the more reaction the more manifestation until we are all experiencing it. I cannot begin to explain to you the intricacies of how the Super-Brain works and how quickly it learns. There's a wonderful TED talk online by Anil Seth where he plays a short piece of distorted speech. It isn't possible to tell what it says until he tells you, and right from that very moment when he plays the piece again its completely audible. He has given the sound meaning. I'll talk a lot about sound and meaning during these blog entries because its so important. In fact its crucial to everything. So when you have a thought, any thought, it will previously have belonged to or been created by somebody else. Therefore this work and all of the work you ask for payment for does not belong to you. It is 'ours'. At the top of my post I have explained how this work comes free of charge, because I only communicate it to you from the Super-Brain, which in turn has been gleaned from knowledge of the mechanics of 'us'. It does not belong to me and it does not belong to you. I do not make charge for passing on this information because I do not believe in the commercialisation of wisdom that will help humanity heal itself. We are the wisdom itself and we carry the mechanisms that manifest it at every level. Therefore, to make charge for it is wrong. All it does is spread the virus of commercialism within OUR reality. It creates bondage, the haves and have-nots. You personally are responsible for the creation of reality and all its delights and its pains. Consider your thoughts and actions carefully.
There will be more.....
Here I sit at my computer in my little study overlooking our woodland garden and the hillside beyond. Autumn is such a wonderful time of year, full of colour and seasonal smells. However, some of our lovely collection of trees and shrubs are becoming quite stark now. De-clothed by the season, nakedness has replaced their Summer green apparel apart from our Oaks who are still dressed in their glorious russet adornment.
I have always felt a deep and inseparable connection to the landscape of these sacred British Isles, my home and the home of many generations of my ancestors, and for me there is no more beautiful place on the planet. I feel part of them. I breathe with them and I am rooted to them. So what is this connection I feel so deeply within? Is it simply familiarity? Is it love of the hills and plains of my homeland? Is it comfort? From being a very small child, playing in the Oak grove near to my home I have felt this. I used to consider that the trees and the flowers spoke to me because the connection was so strong. I felt as though they were family in my childhood mind. Now I am almost sixty years old and with a lifetime of experience behind me, of asking extraordinary questions for such an ordinary woman, I now feel that I have achieved an understanding of that connection.
I recently had a go at dowsing, which was great fun and something I've wanted to do for years. Experience has taught me that everything we are drawn to have a go at is for a specific reason and that our lives are filled with 'way-markers' which direct us onto the right route. I have had many and they never cease to amaze me. Many of us go through life without even noticing them. Some will even say it's coincidental. However, those who are self-aware like myself take real notice. We are aware of the questions we have asked ourselves and we notice the way-markers that direct us to the answers. In fact, we have asked for both and therefore, both we receive. Our group's dowsing instructor told us firstly and primarily that the answers come from the precision of the question and this for me rang so many bells because it is something I have learned for myself over the last fifty or more years. The answer definitely does come from the precision of the question. We were given a map to dowse for the oldest building in a particular area. With one of my trusty copper rods at the ready, I concentrated on the question as I drew a ruler down the longitude. I hit a spot and the rod swung into its 'yes' position. I placed the ruler along the latitude and draw it steadily along until my rod swung again into its 'yes' position. I marked the area. At the end of the test, we were all asked to give our locations. Mine, seemingly unfortunate at the time, was totally different from other peoples and I felt deflated. I felt I hadn't succeeded until our instructor gestured wildly when he asked me about my result. The question he had written on the board was to locate the oldest building in the defined area. There was a Saxon Hall several miles from us which was the designated target. However, my own rod had reacted to a Neolithic stone circle in the same defined area but much further away. Our teacher informed us that he'd fallen foul of his own instruction because he should have asked the question "Locate the oldest house" in the defined area and not used the word 'building'. This shows the necessary precision of the question. And it isn't simply in the field of dowsing that it is important.
So how does this work?
Many psychics would say that locating something physically or by dowsing a map is basically reading 'energy', telluric or otherwise. Some might even say it was directed by some spirit or other. Those who have read my book will know that I do not accept the existence of spirits because this is simply an age-old description of something far more interesting and complex. Dowsing is used regularly by oil and water companies and it has to be absolutely correct and precise. If you consider the amount of money involved in drilling for oil, gas, water and so on, the companies concerned would not wish to create bore holes without being absolutely sure of the location. Many engineers simply use this method without really considering the whys and wherefores of how it works. They are simply interested in using it as a tool to do the job at hand.
The questions we ask act as stimuli. Consider how your computer works when you are searching for something online. You type in one or two words and the computer comes up with various links for you to look at based on the information it has relating to the words you have put in. Our brains work in a similar way in that they have an internal library of stored information gleaned over all the years we've been alive. Sensory information comes in and our brain matches it to the information it already has in its internal model. It creates our perceived reality from the information it has available. From a very early age, we learn to 'see'. We cannot 'see' without the input of our other senses. Our brain has to learn what things are and it has to learn to perform the mathematics that enable us to experience the world around us. Those mathematics are unconscious functions to us. Whilst I am typing this blog, my brain is working out the keys on the keyboard, their location and the place of each letter in each word. The pressure I need to make the keys function has to be taken into consideration. The distance I have to reach to press the keys also has to be worked out and as I reach for my cup of coffee, my brain has to work out its distance from me, its weight and negotiate my hand's movement around the plants and other items on my windowsill. All these movements are taken care of by our brain because it has learned this information from our childhood and we do not have to 'tell' our brain to produce these functions physically. They just happen! So here I am typing away and the unconscious side of my being is taking care of all the intricacies of my work while my 'conscious' thoughts are being typed on this page. The words I am typing are bringing meaning to the unconscious actions of my physical body. What you are therefore reading is a massive amount of unconscious mathematics that are producing my conscious thoughts. But more deeply, what is really happening, however, is that the 'unconscious' movements that are taking place are the aftermath of information that has already passed through me. Difficult to explain but here we go....
The reality we perceive is actually in the past. We've already done it! The reality we perceive is the product of information that is stored within a data storage system of which we have no awareness...well some of us do I guess otherwise I wouldn't be able to write about it.....and of which we are a part. We are processing systems in the overall system. We are neurons in what I personally call the Super-Brain passing information back and forth between each other and to and from the Super-Brain constantly. Our own brains mimic in detail and in miniature the functions of the Super-Brain. Our own brains don't actually store the information that we consider they do. Our own brains only process information that comes in from the huge system of infinite information exchange of which we're a part. It's been previously called God. We know that if we damage our little finger or big toe that our reality won't be changed. We might not be able to hold things as strongly as before or we might walk with a limp for a while but our reality will stay pretty much the same. However, if we damage our brain, our reality will become a whole lot different. This is because it will not be able to process or download the information it could previously from the Super-Brain because the mechanisms that allow this will be damaged.
By the time our brain has processed all of its incoming sensory information that information has already been processed many times. Our own sensory information is processed and translated in the language of the brain which is electro-chemical signals. Our brain basically puts all that information together matched up with information it appears to have already stored in its internal library of information and gives us a rough image of the reality its able to create from it all and which we perceive as our personal reality. However, it isn't quite as simple as that!
Our whole body is a processing system connected to all the other systems, like the one that is you and your individual family members and your friends and all of theirs and every other living thing that make up the whole system which forms our little bit of reality. By the time our brain has processed all of the incoming sensory information from our perceived reality, the outcome which is what we experience of that reality is ever so slightly in the past. However, even that past is in the past! As a processing system which is a kind of quantum biological system in that what we are able to deal with biologically is only the tip of the iceberg - the experiential product of a super-biology - information has also to be gleaned from the internal library of the Super-Brain which is true 'consciousness'. This information floods our atomic system and triggers a myriad of reactions. It is the overall Super-Mechanism that produces all of our 'unconscious' mechanisms and is responsible for processing our thoughts and actions created by stimuli. Those stimuli are a cross-over interaction between each system (us). I am therefore responsible for creating your existence and you are responsible for creating mine. Have, therefore, kind thoughts because they create 'intent' which can materialise anywhere. The more of us that have them the better our reality will become. Hence the perception of karma...which isn't anything more than what you put into the system you basically get out one way or another. Societies around the world are bonkers at the moment. It's like the whole world's gone mad! Uprisings and upheavals are everywhere and its us that have created them. Not one of us is innocent. It only takes one unpleasant action to create a chain reaction that reverberates around the Super-Brain and it only then takes a minute stimulus somewhere or in someone else and the action will manifest. The more manifestation the more reaction the more manifestation until we are all experiencing it. I cannot begin to explain to you the intricacies of how the Super-Brain works and how quickly it learns. There's a wonderful TED talk online by Anil Seth where he plays a short piece of distorted speech. It isn't possible to tell what it says until he tells you, and right from that very moment when he plays the piece again its completely audible. He has given the sound meaning. I'll talk a lot about sound and meaning during these blog entries because its so important. In fact its crucial to everything. So when you have a thought, any thought, it will previously have belonged to or been created by somebody else. Therefore this work and all of the work you ask for payment for does not belong to you. It is 'ours'. At the top of my post I have explained how this work comes free of charge, because I only communicate it to you from the Super-Brain, which in turn has been gleaned from knowledge of the mechanics of 'us'. It does not belong to me and it does not belong to you. I do not make charge for passing on this information because I do not believe in the commercialisation of wisdom that will help humanity heal itself. We are the wisdom itself and we carry the mechanisms that manifest it at every level. Therefore, to make charge for it is wrong. All it does is spread the virus of commercialism within OUR reality. It creates bondage, the haves and have-nots. You personally are responsible for the creation of reality and all its delights and its pains. Consider your thoughts and actions carefully.
There will be more.....
Friday 16 November 2018
REACTIVATION
It's a long time since I posted anything on here and that's about to change. During our lives we can be reborn in many ways and many times over and I feel quite happy that I have experienced another kind of rebirth, another to add to the many I have had during my life, this last five years which has resulted in me running a course at a lovely Spiritual Centre just outside Huddersfield to explain my knowledge of the mechanics of consciousness which produce reality. Those of you who know me and my work will also know how against the commercialisation of Natural Earth Wisdom I am and I despair at the number of people 'selling' their information to people who can afford it leaving those who cannot and who would love to have guidance without a hope. I am giving what comes into my own consciousness 'naturally' to you 'naturally' and free of charge in the hope it may enlighten you and help you to understand yourself better. However, to those who read this work and who sell and make a living from what comes to you 'naturally' or from what you have yourself learned over the years, please feel at peace to read but do not absorb it as your own and make charge to it without giving reference to the writer please.
LET'S GET STARTED.
You'll get the idea as you read that this blog is about my own personal analysis of consciousness and reality. I have sixty years of experiencing and analysing my own extra-sensory-perceptions of life, the universe and everything. I do not, however, fit into any box. I have ripped the boxes apart, having endeavoured to fit into many of them, I have stamped all over them and kicked them to one side. Please don't, therefore, think of me as a psychic, a mystic or a medium apart from being the image manifested on the canvas of reality which we all are. A beautiful piece of art presents the emotions of the artist in an image that we can look at from all angles. We perceive it as we ourselves perceive the world. Our own emotions bleed into the work of another and we judge it from our own perspective. We are the canvas upon which the artwork of the mechanisms of the universe are made manifest. In this, we are the 'medium' that has come into being and which produces a composite image with which we are now familiar. Neither am I a scientist so please do not judge me as such. Any scientifically minded reader will most probably struggle with my simple language. An atom is, to me, a system of mechanics which I describe in simple-folk language and not the unpronounceable names which I can never remember or use that science is so familiar with. It isn't the language of the people. Those who accept an understanding of the presence of spirits will also struggle with what you read here. My father and grandfather were both reputable spirit-mediums in their own right so I was brought up in a household with plenty of knowledge so far as that world is concerned. I, being the rebellious little woman that I am, was not happy with simply accepting that world and worked through all those tales and experiences to get to the heart of what was really going on. I have not researched to any degree in that I don't look for things to incorporate into the subjects that are brought into this reality through me. I certainly cannot comprehend anything scientifically based because I don't speak the language. What I do like to find is things that I have predicted scientifically many years before and spoken and written about at length coming into current scientific research. That makes me very happy. So I don't accept spirits as there is no room for them in my 'knowings' although I do understand the mechanics of which the origin of the belief in spirits and gods has arisen and I do accept that there is an eternal consciousness because I have experienced that and I will describe why and how this happens in some of the posts of this blog.
So, if you're ready to hear my own conclusions about life, the universe and everything, WELCOME TO THOUGHTS FROM OUTSIDE THE BOX!
LET'S GET STARTED.
You'll get the idea as you read that this blog is about my own personal analysis of consciousness and reality. I have sixty years of experiencing and analysing my own extra-sensory-perceptions of life, the universe and everything. I do not, however, fit into any box. I have ripped the boxes apart, having endeavoured to fit into many of them, I have stamped all over them and kicked them to one side. Please don't, therefore, think of me as a psychic, a mystic or a medium apart from being the image manifested on the canvas of reality which we all are. A beautiful piece of art presents the emotions of the artist in an image that we can look at from all angles. We perceive it as we ourselves perceive the world. Our own emotions bleed into the work of another and we judge it from our own perspective. We are the canvas upon which the artwork of the mechanisms of the universe are made manifest. In this, we are the 'medium' that has come into being and which produces a composite image with which we are now familiar. Neither am I a scientist so please do not judge me as such. Any scientifically minded reader will most probably struggle with my simple language. An atom is, to me, a system of mechanics which I describe in simple-folk language and not the unpronounceable names which I can never remember or use that science is so familiar with. It isn't the language of the people. Those who accept an understanding of the presence of spirits will also struggle with what you read here. My father and grandfather were both reputable spirit-mediums in their own right so I was brought up in a household with plenty of knowledge so far as that world is concerned. I, being the rebellious little woman that I am, was not happy with simply accepting that world and worked through all those tales and experiences to get to the heart of what was really going on. I have not researched to any degree in that I don't look for things to incorporate into the subjects that are brought into this reality through me. I certainly cannot comprehend anything scientifically based because I don't speak the language. What I do like to find is things that I have predicted scientifically many years before and spoken and written about at length coming into current scientific research. That makes me very happy. So I don't accept spirits as there is no room for them in my 'knowings' although I do understand the mechanics of which the origin of the belief in spirits and gods has arisen and I do accept that there is an eternal consciousness because I have experienced that and I will describe why and how this happens in some of the posts of this blog.
So, if you're ready to hear my own conclusions about life, the universe and everything, WELCOME TO THOUGHTS FROM OUTSIDE THE BOX!
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