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Jed McKenna · « **Reply #15 on:** October 03, 2014, 11:57:44 am »

Excellent!

Enjoy.

Love ya, Jed.

know1 · « **Reply #16 on:** October 07, 2014, 01:22:10 pm »

I cut myself today...

No, not the NIN song sung by the Man in Black (although I enjoy that), I actually sliced a finger on a jagged tomato paste can lid that I'd just opened. What immediately welled up in me was: "The Horror! The Horror! A nasty paper cut times infinity!!! Am I right?

Wrong.

Immediately realizing my response was a program, input from my earliest childhood traumas and others response to them, I just sat there and experienced the sensation in my finger. Without the "thoughts" that it was painful and that I was an idiot, it was actually interesting, a new sensation to explore. This is what was indicated. Period. The amazing part is that it wasn't painful at all, just different (thank God! something different!).

Funny how our preconceived ideas rule our experience of life, or in this case... Not.

NEXT

know1 · « **Reply #17 on:** October 09, 2014, 10:13:44 am »

Extra! Extra! Ebola dude in Dallas Truth Realized! Read all about it!

It's amazing how effing hard it is to "find" T/R (just look around the forum, these are the best we've got, reminds me of Stripes or Bad News Bears) and yet how easy it was to let the B*****d just die and subsequently fall in. Don't get me wrong, I'm new at this s***, like a fawn just finding it's legs I feel a "bit all over the place" and it's the coolest.

I was a hard case, took me 3 marriages, one killed child, another child permanently maimed, a ****load of victimhood to crawl out of, wife running off with best buddy, another ex accusing me of child molestation during custody evaluation, my mommy changed her name and ran away, daddy no lovey me and beat me to prove it, on and on it went.... the dream was nothing short of a nightmare and through it all I held on soooo tight! Me Me Me! Don't you get it? I'm special! This shouldn't be happening to me! Oh you SOB God, why me!

Yeah, I had it bad, and by "it" I mean ego, biggest, saddest, poorest crybaby in three counties, holy christ, that guy must have been the biggest pain in the a** to be around. It took an awful lot of swimming upstream for me to finally die. I was always going to hit the ground, did I have to hit every branch on the way down? Yup, thats what it took, each branch, every blow to the head was the source telling me "let go the tiller dipsh**, it's only as difficult as you make it"

Yeah I was a hardcase, gonna do it my way. Thanks Universe for giving me what I needed to wake up from my nightmare, thanks again for giving me everything I ever wanted so I could get very clear that that's nothing as well, slap me hard again if for some reason (hard to imagine now) I start to doze off again.

Amen.

know1 · « **Reply #18 on:** October 10, 2014, 08:51:28 am »

Jed,

This coffee tastes good.

k1

Jed McKenna · « **Reply #19 on:** October 12, 2014, 12:15:24 am »

Life is a little like coffee, smells better than it tastes. That a new Starbuck's sign, I'm trying to sell it to them, but they aren't buying it.

Love ya, Jed.

know1 · « **Reply #20 on:** October 12, 2014, 10:46:14 am »

It's the little things...

My Ex (my ex? what an effed up egomaniacal way we communicate. always a pretense of ownership attached) emailed Friday that I owe her a substantial amount of money from a tax mistake 3 years ago. This is the person who ran off with my friend (we were in a band together for 5 years). At the time I was studying ACIM and the concept of radical forgiveness came in handy there, (Marianne Williamson explores the concept in her book "A Return to Love".)

Here is the last part of the short communication:
Her-
Thank you for the quick response. Please call Paul (accountant) if you want to verify, he checked into it.
Safe Travels.

Me-
No problem, if you've checked it out that's good enough for me.

Her-
Thank you for that an honest life is beautiful! Be well Thanks

Now there were a Trillion ways that conversation could have gone, but it went this way through right action and thoughtful response (my memory addicted mind had many other responses at the ready, begging me to use one of them, I just laughed at it.) Her last response has spent two days sitting there, like a hanging breaking ball in slo mo floating out over home plate, waiting for me to knock it out of the park.

An earlier version of me couldn't have resisted taking a big swing and having the last word in that conversation and I did spend a little time yesterday thinking of a response and also thinking of why I was thinking if a response... Today, I just tossed the bat to the ground and walked back to the dugout. Game over.

There's nothing better than this Jed, nothing.

know1

Jed McKenna · « **Reply #21 on:** October 13, 2014, 07:23:41 am »

Yesssss.

Just drop that bat. It's really much easier than folks think.

Love ya, Jed.

know1 · « **Reply #22 on:** October 13, 2014, 10:20:47 am »

"Just drop that bat. It's really much easier than folks think."

It's so true and yet the ball is sitting there seemingly screaming at you to hit it, the stands are full of all the people in your world screaming and cheering for you to swing and your coach, the guy who got you into this position, trained you for this one moment of glory your entire life, your coach, Ego, how can you let him down?

It's easy to see why most can't drop the bat Jed, no judgement, just is. Until you drop the bat in the face of all of those dream characters and walk off the field not giving a rat's a** what anyone thinks, you'll never know the power in that choice. That's why people run around those bases and then spend their lives telling anyone who'll listen, about it. The other option, dropping the bat, doesn't even register as an option, not in the play book at all, hence, the need for the breakout archetype.

Every poor bast*** whose rambling rants run circles around themselves and always end in some lame, half baked plea/question, is doomed to swing and strike out, bunt and hobble to first, take a called strike and dejectedly go back to face an angry, vengeful coach or god forbid, hit a home run and bask in that egomaniacal glory, forever erasing any chance of breaking out in this lifetime. If you want to drop the bat you have to burn the playbook Jed, the playbook we each got on exiting the womb. The Yankees playbook is different from the Red Sox playbook and Maya does a great job of keeping our alliances to our teams (familial expectations) intact. Burn the fu***** thing, drop the bat and walk off the god forsaken field. It was only ever a dream anyway.

know1

know1 · « **Reply #23 on:** October 13, 2014, 01:07:48 pm »

Once again the Universe has my back when I drop the bat and let it do it's thing:

The accountant called me a few minutes ago to go over an anomaly on my return, as we are going over the income sheet there is an entry that shows I received only half of the money my ex and the accountant had claimed I received, which is my portion. Duh.

I dropped the bat and here comes the Universe to do it's thing. Drop the bat, let go the tiller, whatever, something way bigger has got "me" covered and if it decides to take me back to the source later today, all the better. It never gets old watching the real master do its work.

NEXT.

Here is the last part of the short communication:
Her-
Thank you for the quick response. Please call Paul (accountant) if you want to verify, he checked into it.
Safe Travels.

Me-
No problem, if you've checked it out that's good enough for me.

Her-
Thank you for that

an honest life is beautiful! Be well

Thanks

Jed McKenna · « **Reply #24 on:** October 14, 2014, 05:00:39 am »

Yes, NEXT......

Love ya, Jed.

know1 · « **Reply #25 on:** October 15, 2014, 10:48:50 pm »

I'm staying alone at a cabin tucked away in a very rural part of Idaho, I had to drive an hour to town to take care of some business today and I felt impressed to stop at a used book store I saw as I was pulling into civilization, I walked in, walked straight to the back of the store, (it was massive) to one of several locked book cases. I perused for no more than a minute and on the bottom shelf stopped on a hundred year old book by an author I'm vaguely familiar with and asked the clerk if I could take a look. He unlocked the case and I turned to the opening page, this is what I read:

There is an ancient legend which tells us that when a man first achieved a most notable deed he wished to explain to his tribe what he had done. As soon as he began to speak, however, he was smitten with dumbness, he lacked the words, and sat down. Then there arose - according to the story - a masterless man, one who had taken no part in the action of this fellow, who had no special virtues, but afflicted - that is the phrase - with the magic of the necessary words. He saw, he told, he described the merits of the notable deed in such a fashion, we are assured, that the words "became alive and walked up and down in the hearts of all his hearers.” Thereupon, the tribe seeing that the words were certainly alive, and fearing lest the man with the words would hand down untrue tales about them to their children, they took and killed him. But later they saw that the magic was in the words, not in the man.

I walked to the counter, paid the clerk $41.50 and within 5 minutes of stopping was on my way knowing precisely why my vehicle found it's way to that parking space. Currently settling in to find out exactly why in more detail.

NEXT

PS. I have NEVER in my life entered a bookstore without spending hours wandering various isles, that was the most shocking aspect of the entire event to me, everything else seemed common, natural.

know1 · « **Reply #26 on:** October 16, 2014, 10:20:51 am »

I found myself sitting over a cheeseburger at a roadhouse bar on my way to the cabin last night. Smack in front of me was the flat screen TV and on it was a talking head from FOX news, I haven’t watched the news for 2 1/2 years, literally not a drop, used to be a ”news junkie” but after a cosmic unity episode 3 years ago I just stopped, cold turkey. I felt it tainted my experience of life and halted the universal love I had experienced and was trying desperately to regain, it flat out made me angry and so i Just quit it.

Now I realize I was trying to create heaven, gain samadhi, enter nirvana, by becoming an ascetic of sorts, tying to eliminate the "bad" so I could regain the "good", firmly entrenched in duality in that process. As I sat there watching the horrifying world news and the new spreading to Ohio of ebola I started to giggle, then started to laugh out loud, it was literally hilarious! Hollywood writers couldn’t make this stuff up, people started staring at me but I couldn’t help it, my time away from news and the intense study and SA I had undertaken had allowed a new perspective to gain sway, it was coming from the inside, not a forced effort to "be" a certain way, borrowed from a belief system or someone else's concept of what life is supposed to be. It was sweet.

NEXT

know1 · « **Reply #27 on:** October 17, 2014, 08:54:07 pm »

That didn't take long...

Jed, have you often found a key and with your cunning mind assumed it to be one thing only to find it was the opposite? It is not lost on me that when my vessel neared the shore and I strode into the bookstore, I was close to dashing everything to smithereens on a craggy outcropping, thinking it a safe harbor. The book I paid $41.50 for, the pages I was so expectant to glean, is an amalgamation of "The greatest thoughts of 520 master thinkers through 4000 years". Paying attention, "Thoughts" and "Thinkers" in the title should have warned me off of this book.

About three pages in I realized the crap I was reading was just the epiphanies of lives lived within rigid belief systems, I could see it so clearly, "I am beyond these people" I thought, which startled me. I saw through their hackneyed premises before finishing their flawed little discoveries, the greatest minds to grace our planet, mere children playing with toys.

Before Damndest I'd have read these things taking it all in, thinking it a gospel of some sort and trying each on, looking in the mirror asking "How does it fit? Does my ego look good in this?" I paid $41.50 thinking i'd found a key and I had, just not the one I thought, a much more valuable key. Back to the open ocean, away from the safe harbor where Maya lurks, awaiting the NEXT time.

Jed McKenna · « **Reply #28 on:** October 18, 2014, 02:03:04 am »

I saw through their hackneyed premises before finishing their flawed little discoveries, the greatest minds to grace our planet, mere children playing with toys.

Yes, that was the $42 realization. 99.99% of books are simply public ****. A long time ago I did exactly what you are doing, looking for love in all the wrong places. I do like that musty smell of used book stores, but haven't bought a book for probably 15 or 20 years. Further.

Love ya, Jed.

know1 · « **Reply #29 on:** October 19, 2014, 05:37:49 pm »

"A long time ago I did exactly what you are doing, looking for love in all the wrong places."

Yeah, but luckily for me I have the trilogy and you didn't, I get to make one foray into a musty used bookstore and make 10 years worth of realizations in one, prescient, $42 book purchase, are you kidding me? I'm sure you are as clear or clearer than I on how long I could have been mired in all those dead guys diatribes. Three pages and BOOM! Out with nary a scratch on the hull, take that Maya you clever little wench, what's NEXT?

Thanks for the trilogy once again, I'm still receiving from it as I keep going back and stuff keeps sloughing off, guess I'll wait till it's rote before I pull my head completely out of your arse Jed...

know1

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