Toward a World that Works for Everyone
Growing up under a parent who served in the Second World War offered its challenges to me. Discipline was the back of the hand. I may as well have been in boot camp. I was a lazy no-good good-for-nothing because I liked to read rather than swim and golf and play tennis. At this very […]
I was sharing in Kathleen’s meditation group the other night that I’ve been “processing” (read: beating up on) my Dad for the past ten years and I still feel resentful and vengeful. Every History or Sociology class I taught reified into my Father. Every villain I ever fought became my Father. I’ve grown up fighting […]
I am at the moment processing a really persistent and deeply-rooted vasana (or core issue), which I’ve never even noticed till now because of its construction. (2) It’s a two-handed conversation, rather than a simple single voice. I’m going to call it a “nexus.” (3) One side of the conversation is hatred of the father. […]
Time to return to preparation for Ascension. As an Ascension ethnographer, I’m only writing partly for our own culture and civilization. Many civilizations all over our universe are probably also ascending, perhaps even as we speak. Michael has mentioned other Ascensions in discussing my next assignment: Steve: When will I … have my original dimensionality […]
As the chaos swirls outside, the chaos swirls inside as well. In this article I process a residual feeling state. Doing this, I hope, allows me to do a better job in post-Reval roles. And of course every one I can dissolve frees me and elevates my space, which is a contribution to Ascension. It’s […]
(Concluded from Part 1, yesterday.) I had such a classic example of old programming going off this morning, exactly as I was working on this article. I have to relate it here. A friend phoned earlyish in the morning and asked me a favor which was at the limits of inconvenience. I said “no,” but […]
I’d like to make a distinction between objective fact and subjective interpretation. The worst I ever did was steal a chocolate bar. OK, a tin of rock candy too. For both of which I was caught and disciplined. That’s an objective fact. Apart from those cries for help (my father was hitting my mother), I […]
I’ve reached the end of the road with an act of mine, a racket, a number. I’ve processed this number before. I’m processing it now at a much deeper level. Its presenting sign is that I wake up in the morning and I’m not cheerful. Nothing has happened that I be anything but cheerful, but […]
