Printed Words & Energy Bundles
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Have you ever picked up a random piece of paper that has an exact message for you, delivering an answer to an urgent question? Imagine if this happened to you as it did for Shamcher, out in the remote Australian desert.
Printed Words
Our overwhelming information and entertainment environment can be fully appreciated only when you miss it. I was in the northwestern Australian desert drilling for water, a handy-man for Charlie, the well-digger. Our only company were a few kangaroos and a lost lamb now and then. And just at this time when civilisation, libraries and radio were so far away I doubted I would ever see them again, and tv was hardly invented yet, just at this time I developed a terrible longing for some word about meditation. Sleeping under the open sky, on the desert, and surrounded by sand all day, with a few spinifex tufts for decoration, an old longing exploded into a fierce passion. Like so many a timid youth, I thought I needed instruction. Printed words.
I was sitting in the almost-lotus position after work one day. I was radiating out in ever bigger circles this fervent and, I thought, hopeless desire for relevant, printed words. I noticed a leafy object bobbing and sailing across the sand. It came closer. No, it was moving away. No, it moved closer again. I waited, watching it with detachment, weighing unemotionally in my mind whether Fate might be involved. Finally it jumped right into my lap.
It was the printed word all right, the central part of a page of a book worn to almost a circle around the edges from hopping and bopping against the desert sand - for how many miles?
I began reading. Within that circle was a succinct and complete explanation of how to develop your mind and tame your emotions through meditation. I felt good and a bit proud and as if in mischievous response the desert sand seemed to rise and break and a head popped up. There was a frown and a stare and an impatient voice: “Don't you know that all you need to know is right there inside yourself? Don't you think I have better things to do than hustle bits of paper across the sand?”
Charlie, my dumb boss, hadn’t seen or heard a thing.
A psychiatrist gave me a new word: Hallucination. I had heard that word before but now I had to pinpoint it, define it; to correlate it with that head in the sand. From the environment of prints and learnedness came this word to join and aid the environment of sand and heads: Experience. So now, in addition to my confusing experience about heads in sand, I had a no-less-confusing word that nobody could define. They could only give me more evasive words that confused me still more. The environment of print had doubled the confusion left by the environment of experience.
Does print ever enlighten? Less than usually believed – and only when the mind has worked up a receptacle for some specific kind of information, and only as long as this specific bit is transmitted – and nothing else.
Will we succeed in spite of the pressures of hierarchies? Or must these be removed or remade? Give a good man the authority to act and in two years he will have them remade.
Transferring Consciousness
Yogis and Sufis, some of whom “leave their bodies” in a manner and with an ease that could be termed professional, use such terms as the Buddhic principle, or the genie sphere, to describe the cluster of energy bundles in and through which separation takes place and they have other units or systems of energy bundles beyond these, which use mind, but are not considered part of the mind.
When these professionals separate their beings, or go out of their bodies, it is usually not for such trivial purposes as urging the remaining part to get up. They may visit friends or disciples and they may do this in subtle, invisible form or even visibly…
These energy bundles, this “principle” that can move at least part of us out of our physical bodies is our very closest environment – or is this ourselves? Whatever we call it, it reminds us of and testifies to the depth and flavor of life.
How do the yogis and other “professionals” view their feats? They view these not as a trip, really, nor as a “separation”. They do not identify themselves with their bodies but see the whole environment, the whole planet as themselves. A woman with beautiful eyes may for a time identify herself with these eyes. Then she gets a stomach ache and identifies with her stomach. Later, again, she may become aware of her whole body. So, say the yogis, a man thinking a bit superficially identifies with his little body but when you become more mature and knowledgeable you know that is just a small part of you. The planet is your body; perhaps the whole universe. So you can transfer your consciousness and even the visible impact of it to anywhere in your planet-body and, if you are real sharp, even to another planet or another solar system or another galaxy.
The mother who visits her son on the battlefield does not, then, “go out of her body.” Her body includes that battlefield. She is just transferring her attention to another part of herself.
A shocking aspect of this view: another person is yourself. That is why you can see and experience their thoughts if you really want to, in the proper manner.
As said Mowgli, Rudyard Kipling’s jungle boy, “We are of one blood, you and I.” And then all the animals in the jungle, to whom he said that, became himself and he them, and they lived in harmony.
This week’s selections are all from Shamcher’s book, Planet Earth Demands. Shamcher’s love of this life and of this precarious human experiment urged him to write and add his voice to the increasingly urgent call of our planet. Learn more at the book website.
“Planet Earth, itself, now demands what the sages and prophets shouted in vain.”
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