12 – They fired on the flag!

12:40 p.m. We’re racing something to get all this on the record, Joseph, aren’t we? What?

Things move. You don’t want them to move past the point where you can do something about them, or – by definition, as you and the other guys always say – you missed your chance. It’s time to clean up my story so that you can absorb what my telling it is teaching you about the process – because there’s more to come and it ain’t just history lessons.

Higher hurdles, you mean?

More advanced practice, let’s say that. Just as this would have been unimaginable for you – that is, you doing it – just a few years ago, so other things are in store, and they aren’t that far away, and you need to get a move on, as you say. We’d say you need to shove off.

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Learning to Connect

My friend Richard and I met at a Monroe Institute program, Lifeline, a dozen years ago. Since then he has gone on to do several programs with shaman Hank Wesselman and his wife Jill. (Rich presently writes a blog that I have mentioned before, http://thesacredpath.wordpress.com/. Well worth a visit.) When Rich and I met, it was old friends meeting for the first time in this lifetime, and that hasn’t changed. As it happened, he and I were involved in a little private experiment that broadened the Lifeline experience for us. [This is adapted from my book Muddy Tracks.]

During a tape one morning, The Gentlemen Upstairs suggested to me that it would be productive to have several people talk to them together. They said, “Pick them carefully. Or rather, let them pick themselves.” So I took my tape recorder and sat in the lounge at midday. TGU had said they would self-select, and they did. First Rich came over, then, one at a time, five others, and we wound up recording nearly 90 minutes of tape. Continue reading Learning to Connect

11 – A house divided

(9:15) Wound up typing in that piece, which maybe made it clearer in my mind.

Well, I do go on, I know. But it is important that you see that one difference between you and us, or you can’t really understand what happened. I mean, you can’t really know what we were thinking, why we were feeling this or that – and that means you won’t understand one thing that happened. You know what happened – or you think you do – but you don’t know what any of it meant. It is true, you see things clearer in hindsight – but only if you also understand how they looked in – not foresight so much as present-sight.

You are living a hundred fifty years on. You are living in the result of what happened, and six generations or whatever it is of consequences. But we were living in it. I can help you to understand, as looking through your life helps me understand. Two views are better than one, always – though it is true, one-view men are better at acting quick. They aren’t slowed down, sorting it all out.

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10 – A changed country

[December 23, 2005] My friend, this sequence has been a great happiness to me, even in the midst of my usual angst. : As you well know, I woke up with questions and – suggestions from you? We have interested others in your story, so, I’m ready if you are.The closest I came to interacting with greatness was in talking Indian to young John Muir. The closest I got to being in the presence of transcendent greatness was listening to Abraham Lincoln. I didn’t know him – never even got to shake his hand – but he influenced my life in a way you will recognize.

I spent the 1850s mostly among the Indians, as best I could. The more I was among the white men, the less easy I felt – and mostly all during that time I felt like I was losing my country, just as you do now, and for more or less the same reason.

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9 – John Muir

Well, you wouldn’t think it, but I was getting older. By 1854 I was 32 and I felt like I was getting on in years. Now, if I had been doing the same thing all the time, the way you do in your time – or even some in my time, come to think of it, maybe I wouldn’t have felt the years passing in the same way. Or maybe it would have been worse, I don’t know.

That summer in Wisconsin I worked for John Muir’s father as a hired man. This wasn’t something I was used to doing, I was more on my own. But I had my reasons that year why I didn’t go trading. A little mix-up that I thought I’d let some time settle over. Not really anybody’s business, even after “all this time.” It wasn’t nothing disgraceful.

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The practical uses of guidance

Saturday, April 7, 2007

8 a.m. My friends, what have you to say about my blog, or self development by choice, or past lives, or your ongoing project working through me, or the price of eggs?

The more pointed the question, remember, the more pointed the answer. However, we take your question to be in effect “what is the thing you would most likely to know and perhaps to communicate today?”

Close enough. And the answer is?

We realize that it seems irresponsible even to you for you to be blogging without consideration of how that is to translate into income for you. But the operative word, as you like to say, is “seems.” Continue reading The practical uses of guidance

8 – Leaving slavery country

[After a few days, I began posting each morning’s journal entries to a Monroe Institute connected group, and suddenly I was performing in public. It didn’t lessen my anxiety any.]

(12:30 p.m.) Went looking to see about Mr. Muir. One source says his family emigrated to Wisconsin in ’48, one says ’49. But I realized after a bit that it didn’t matter in the slightest because Joseph wasn’t there til about 1854! And as I pondered I remembered that I had lived a year in Iowa City, and “heard” him suggest that this should tell me something, and suddenly realized the next part of the story. He said he came home to a changed country. He wasn’t comfortable in Missouri. What more likely than that he would go to the next nearest free state that was still a western state? (i.e. not Illinois) Iowa! But I’ll let him tell it when we resume. This is getting sort of exciting. Continue reading 8 – Leaving slavery country