Monday, March 26, 2018

I Have Always Been Here


Love the pitcher less and the water more.  (Rumi)

Someone asked Vernon Howard, "I try to believe in myself, but I find that I just can't do so."  His response:  "Instead of trying to believe in yourself, try to discover yourself.  Do this by seeing the difference between belief and discovery.  The captain of the Titanic believed his ship could not sink."

All of life will not change you; it unfolds as a way to unmask you….Like fruit that has fallen to the earth, the seed can only take root when its protective covering disintegrates. (Cafeausoul – Hexagram 23)


I know that there are a lot of people out there who have had the long experience of following this and that path, system, beliefs, etc – one after another.  I am sure there are both common reasons for that and individual reasons for it.  But it is hard to reconcile the idea of surrender to Life with thinking that all of those things that “came to naught” were mistakes.  We cannot possibly grasp what the long game is.  We are here to experience the mundane results of being consciousness in form.  How that fits into the cosmic consciousness is not up to us to understand.  One of the keynotes of the Open Head Center is thinking about things that don’t matter – that don’t matter to your own life.   Things that cannot be known or things you can know but don’t need to know. 

Occasionally I experience one of those moments where I can see the threads of my life and the interconnections in one frozen moment.   I can see all of those things, the beliefs, the practices, the rituals and ceremonies that I have walked through and I wonder which one held the key that enabled me to arrive at the consciousness that I am at this moment.   Or is it the quantum of all of that?  I prefer to see the driving force as the synthesis of all of it.   But as I settled down to simple practices, it has become apparent that whatever lies beneath all of these syntheses it seems to keep coming back to being present, to mindfulness.  Most of the practice that I have been drawn to, while it may be accompanied by varying complexities of the language presenting the practice or convincing us of the value of the practice, most of it has the ultimate value of just teaching me to be aware of what is, of what I am doing or thinking, or not doing or thinking.  Through that process comes the letting go of what doesn’t serve.  Through the letting go comes the revelation of the true self.  What is left after the water recedes is what is essential.  and it actually seems to become more and more effortless over time.

I am increasingly coming to see that whatever my expectations were when starting this journey about the nature of the transformed person was part of the problem.  Despite the efforts of my mind and its strategic conditioning, its adaptive strategies, the true nature of my Design has always made itself known.  I just never recognized that that part was the real me and it has been here all along.  That slow evolution that is sometimes so frustrating wasn’t really the slowness to change; it was the slowness to see and accept what was always here.




Saturday, February 10, 2018

R.I.P John Perry Barlow

If you're not lost, you're not much of an explorer.

I'm a member of that half of the human race which is inclined to divide the human race into two kinds of people. My dividing line runs between the people who crave certainty and the people who trust chance.

We cannot separate the air that chokes from the air upon which wings beat.

I have always felt that no matter how inscrutable its ways and means, the universe is working perfectly and working according to a greater plan than we can know.

--- John Perry Barlow


I suppose for many the name of John Barlow will not mean much.  For legions of Deadheads though the name is commonplace.  Barlow spent many years as a lyricist for the Grateful Dead, working mainly with Bob Weir.  But Barlow also had many outside interests as a rancher, a politician and an activist, most notably in his work for a free internet.  As with most of the Dead, he was an independent thinker.  If you listen to any interview with him in Dead related videos, you were just as likely to hear a contrarian point of view of their history.   He will be missed.



I want to reproduce here something that he wrote when he discovered at a certain age that he was an adult now and pondered what that meant.  Here are his 25 Principles of Adult Behavior:

·        Be patient. No matter what.
·        Don’t badmouth: Assign responsibility, not blame. Say nothing of another you wouldn’t say to him.
·        Never assume the motives of others are, to them, less noble than yours are to you.
·        Expand your sense of the possible.
·        Don’t trouble yourself with matters you truly cannot change.
·        Expect no more of anyone than you can deliver yourself.
·        Tolerate ambiguity.
·        Laugh at yourself frequently.
·        Concern yourself with what is right rather than who is right.
·        Never forget that, no matter how certain, you might be wrong.
·        Give up blood sports.
·        Remember that your life belongs to others as well. Don’t risk it frivolously.
·        Never lie to anyone for any reason. (Lies of omission are sometimes exempt.)
·        Learn the needs of those around you and respect them.
·        Avoid the pursuit of happiness. Seek to define your mission and pursue that.
·        Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.
·        Praise at least as often as you disparage.
·        Admit your errors freely and soon.
·        Become less suspicious of joy.
·        Understand humility.
·        Remember that love forgives everything.
·        Foster dignity.
·        Live memorably.
·        Love yourself.
·        Endure.

The only point at which I might have some contention is “Reduce your use of the first personal pronoun.”  Now I assume I know what he meant by that.  In the context of overly focusing on your personal identity issues, I can agree.  But in another context, I do not.  

In the collective field, statements of universal truths are rampant.  These statements are often taken as axioms.  In the old paradigms, these are perfectly acceptable.  But are there really truths which are applicable to everyone?  Are we entering an evolutionary stage where personal truth is paramount?   I don’t really want to get deep into that but suffice to say that this isn’t the same as anarchy or relativism, where whatever I want or desire I can or should act on. 

In the Design world, we are essentially guided to what is correct for us by our unique Inner Authority.  This isn’t a mind function.  We don’t get to create, intend or guide what our Authority communicates to us.  We have no choice in that matter.  We can only surrender to that guidance.   This isn’t really much different from a lot of systems except for the aspect of unique personal Authority. 


But there is a price for this uniqueness.  First is that we must live in absolute integrity with that Authority.  We cannot use it as a strategy to get what we think we want.  It requires surrender to Life.   Another price is that we cannot know the motives and reality of others.  We have to ask the other to find that out.  It follows also then that we really can only speak from our own experiences.   When all participants live as their true selves then true communication can take place.  Thus it follows that indeed we do need to use the personal pronoun, the “I”.   Again, this is not the “I“ of ego or of identity.  But it does point to the experiential processes of the individual which must be authentic.  I can really only know truth as I experience it through my design, my limitations.  Through sharing in its myriad aspects, we can arrive at some conclusions of the wisdom of our past experiences and forge an experimental pattern to guide the collective to the future.  

I have seen where the wolf has slept by the silver stream.
I can tell by the mark he left, you were in his dream.
Ah child of countless trees, ah child of boundless seas.

Flight of the seabirds
Scattered like lost words,
Wield to the storm and fly.
Fare thee well now, let your life proceed by it's own design.
Nothing to tell now, let the words be yours, I'm done with mine.

--- Cassidy, lyrics by John Barlow



Saturday, January 27, 2018

Sharing

We‘re here to filter the consciousness field. And we‘re here to filter it as purely as we can and share it. - Ra

Through simply understanding one’s own patterns of suffering at a higher level, one simultaneously activates the higher frequency of that pattern, which in turn transforms one’s environment. It is not that one actually changes one’s environment, but one perceives it at a higher frequency, which changes one’s attractor patterns and leads to quantum leaps, both spiritually and materially. - Richard Rudd

For as long as you opened your hearts to the frequencies of fear, you used your power to give credibility to fear’s illusions.  -  Ken Carey


Sharing is a concept that is unavoidable in many contexts.  In the more intentional environments it is a paramount and essential component.  At tea I was thinking about this topic.   It may be more an issue with me since I resist sharing circles - not that i refuse or i don't see their value.  Oh, I am sure I could come up with many reasons for this resistance.  But it was a Human Design perspective that led me down this path.  

First was in the study of circuitry, particularly the Collective Circuitry Group.  This is by far the largest circuit group in the BodyGraph. 
While it has two major circuits, Understanding and Sensing, the common keynote is Sharing – and this is true for every channel and gate that is part of those circuits.   Notice that the circuit runs around the outside like a cell membrane as if the boundary between us and the other is built upon sharing.  But the sharing is not a social function.  It is not an indiscriminate display of emotions or experiences.  In fact a lot of the BodyGraph expresses a limitation on indiscriminate, spontaneous sharing.  The timing of sharing is often predicated on some form of waiting or restraint. 

If we as Spirits incarnate in these forms as an experiment in consciousness in form, and if we are all uniquely designed to experience, in a limited, unique fashion, this experiment in all of its infinite aspects, then there must be a way for the individual experience to be given to the collective, cosmic, consciousness.   This exchange is the purpose of sharing, whether it is experiential or logical.  It follows also that Collective sharing is not personal and not necessarily reciprocal.  This aspect alone can cause consternation in the context of traditional sharing.   A lot of Design is not personal and this is not acceptable to many people.  But the sharing of what has been learned through experience and experiment moves consciousness.

Sharing is usually limited to mental communication (and all the variations with speech, writing, Facebook, on and on).  But that is only one format that sharing can take place in.  It also seems to me to be the one most susceptible to conditioned, Not-Self, distortion.    Two other methods of communication that are more direct are the electro-magnetic connections and the aura.   The EM connection through the connection of harmonic gates is quite impersonal; anyone as well as the transits can make that connection.   The information flowing through that connection though is only as free from conditioning as the people involved are.   The aura connection though seems to be the purest form of the connection.   If the auras do the talking, then the mind is not involved.  But we have to be correct within ourselves and sensitive to what is happening. 

There is another form of sharing which, frankly, I know very little about.  According to Ra, when we are asleep (in the horizontal position), our experience of the creation is “uploaded” to humanity as a whole.  So the synarchy mind is constantly being fed the new “data”, logical, experiential and individual.  

On the more mundane level, sharing meets other more tribal functions as well.  Here is where the personal aspects of sharing obtain their preeminence.   Especially in the shared Maia that we have created.  We need it for the warmth of our relationships.  We need it sometimes to simply be able to live together.   We need it for our inherent drives for community and for attainment, to move forward.    Awareness is the key discriminatory element.  It is so easy to use sharing as a way to reinforce the bubble that we have created, circular feedback which reinforces the commonality and binds us to it.   This is where unaware, indiscriminate, sharing can be most dangerous.

We also share through our work and our art.  Often times, this can be a purer form.  When the artist or craftsman or conscious work of any kind, when their intentions are purified, focused, clarified and poured into their work, then we receive that frequency directly.  


Verbal sharing then is the most susceptible to Not-Self distortion, yet it is the most widely used and praised.  We are built for articulated speech.  The whole BodyGraph is focused on manifestation through the Throat.   But what is manifested is not necessarily true.  That is where we need to rely on inner authority and awareness and mindfulness.



Sunday, January 21, 2018

A Formula

Either you are wrong or I am right – David Gilmour

What this knowledge offers you is nothing but fear. Understand that. Because if you have to wait for the response you can’t be half pregnant, you have to really be there waiting in your power. And it can be so frustrating because you think you may never be asked, and that when you are asked you will not be asked what you want to have asked. It takes courage to become yourself. And for you, you need the proof. And you can’t get the proof unless you just see for yourself that this is the way it truly works for you. You are here to respond, that’s your perfection.  - Ra Uru Hu

Whenever a new idea rushes into the mind, it smashes into a mass of distorting elements; like a ball tossed hard against the walls of a closet, the idea bounces against our fixed attitudes and opinions. – Vernon Howard

This is going to be a rather long post.  I have been organizing my computer files and archiving.  It has turned into an oracle experience.  I keep running into things I wrote or saved that tie into what I am experiencing or contemplating. 

Without going into details I have been seeing more levels into the deep conditioning involved in creating the primacy of my mind in my life – especially the long years in school.   I spent over 22 years in the academic world.   A lot of that was shed pretty quickly but not so much the underlying paradigm.  Deep in the logic world.   I keep circling back in my work where I have doubts about all of this.  But they are basically logical doubts – definitely not strong enough to give up on it.  Then I am allowed to see where I am acting from that paradigm that there is always an explanation, an answer, to the phenomena of life if we just keep learning.  Along with this is an implied hierarchical model – that there are also set paths to attainment.  I suspect it is tied rather intimately with the need for certainty that I discussed in an earlier post.  I cannot speak to the legitimacy of any of those approaches.  When I feel a strong resistance to a formula I have learned to let it open up to cracks in my cosmic egg, my conceptual framework.   It is a paradox though.  Letting go of those frameworks and that there is no universal path, it is fluidic, conflicts with the intuitive belief that this is an immaculate design.   I do not wish to go down that hole right now except to say that paradoxes don’t seem to bother me much anymore.  I am in an experiment with my life – one that involves surrendering to that design as my unique Self. 

So I found the following writing I did in a journal from some time ago – obviously in one of my many melancholic moods as I was shedding the layers of what doesn’t serve me.  But it mirrored the idea of living in that world of formula.

I always mistrusted the abilities of my mind – not the concept of mind, but my individual mind.  Outside of academics or intellectual things, I never knew how to decide or even what questions to ask.  Whatever I did was in response but in response through pressure – the fear of failing, of being humiliated in others’ eyes, fear of not knowing what to do, of not really wanting to do anything.  As far back as I can remember I just wanted to play, to create worlds – first with my toys, then creating cities and lands outside in the sand, dirt or even in the creeks with watercress.  Or to go off by myself in the woods and imagine adventures.   Everything else I did because that is the way of the world.  I may have appeared as if I was creating my decisions – I wouldn’t have been comfortable admitting that I didn’t have a clue about anything in this world.  So I bounced from one thing to the next.  I followed the stream as given to me and created a fantasy niche in every crack in those worlds.  For all intents and purpose, from the outside I did pretty well.  I was always well-liked but always an outsider.  In high school, I was friends with all the typical circles – from geek to jock to the socially popular.  But after school was out I wasn’t a part of those circles.  I was rarely invited to anything in the social realm.  I was an undercover loner.   Home was similar.  I didn’t cause problems.  I was a good kid but never felt like I really belonged there either.  I was always escaping – either moving around (walking or later driving in my car) by myself.  Or I was in my room, reading mostly.  Music and later drugs allowed me to stay in this mode of life for decades.

But even then almost every decision about my life was made because I was forced to make a decision and then making a decision between the alternatives given to me and then making the decision just to ease the pressure.   But then of course going through the next level of fear of how I was going to do it when I had no idea how.  I did well in school because I mainly stuck to things that were basically formulas.  Fortunately for me that is what all education in the public realm was about.   Science and math – all the problems were the same.  The formulas were known – all the equations that were needed.  In the problems you just took the formulas that were appropriate, the variables were always in the problem, disguised in various ways (the so-called “word” problems).  So just put in the numbers and get the answers.  You could even check your answers. 

History, language, civics – these were mainly a matter of memorization.  Even essays were just an extension of the formula idea.  I got good at knowing what the acceptable answers were.  How to play the system even if I didn’t think of it in those terms.   So the gist of the answer was contained in the question and informed by the classroom work, the textbook and the lectures.  This gave a sort of equation.  Then just plug in the variables which have been memorized.  Take a position (i.e. pick one of the acceptable equations) and solve.  So I never really learned to think.  In essence, it has all been about survival and defense.

So now I see myself doing the same thing.  Creating my little worlds inside a crack.  But as old age approaches and I find myself alone – after intentionally throwing away the old safety network.  Now I face, especially at night, abject fear about my survival.  It was easier being the loner, the hermit, when I lived within a protective shield – whether supportive or healthy was not the issue.   

Decisions were made for me in essence – the framework, at least, the range of decisions possible.   I only had to do the work.  I became an embodiment of that process of problem solving.  I was one of the variables.  Now I am in the position of not having those nets and still incompetent in creatively fashioning a life, a path, a direction.  And I am so afraid of failure.  Failure seems so much more real and dangerous now.  The stakes are basic things like health, a place to live, food to eat, etc.
So jump in fear and seeing through these lifelong lenses and doubting my decisions.  Right and wrong decisions are no longer in the realm of doing what fits, what relieves pressure, what makes my protectors happy so that I am safe.  I am the child thrown out into the world again, unprepared with the skills needed.  Not knowing the questions or the answers.  Alone – the orphan.  But still unable to express the fear.  Just do not appear weak, do not let on the fear, the helplessness.  That will only make matters worse.  It is one thing to live that reality – another to compound it by having others know that you are that helpless.

So yes I doubted the wisdom in my actions.  Following dreams and concepts from others and then seeing them become like smoke.  Increasingly hard to see and grasp.  Still going from the momentum after recognizing that I am no longer following something substantial.  No one can help me here.  My actions were a bridge-burning.  I am alone and afraid.  There are no more working equations and I don’t understand them anyway.


I have come a long way from that nodal point in my life.  A lot of the fear has gone and a good chunk of the victim outlook.  It is still daunting to face the intensity of fully accepting and surrendering to the fullness of life without the comfort of all that conceptual dependence.  But when I hit those moments of pause, where I very briefly get to touch the reality of the sacred geometry of this existence, I see the fragility of that doubt and conflict and turbulence and the value of having gone through them so that I could open up to those moments.



Dandelion Wine

Experience never misleads; what you are misled by is only your judgment, and this misleads you by anticipating results from experience of a kind that is not produced by your experiments. — Leonardo Da Vinci

We need neither to paint like Picasso or write like Shakespeare to experience creation.  The simple act of breathing in and out is always our most powerful and enduring experience of creation.

I am a middle class home, I am a worn out banjo
I'll never dance in Swan Lake, I'll never play the cello
I am the Northern Lights, I am invisible
I am a dandelion, I am forever wild 
But you were looking for an orchid
And I will always be a dandelion
 ---  Antje Duvekot, Dandelion


I have decided to rename this work to Dandelion Wine.  The name Mobius Trip comes from a much earlier time and was more of a private reference at that time. 

In case you are not familiar with the reference, Dandelion Wine was the name of a 1957 novel from famed science fiction writer Ray Bradbury.  In my early years I read a lot of Bradbury but I never ran across this one.  I am not sure when I found it but it was probably over 40 years ago.  For some reason the book had a profound effect on me.  I have re-read it many times and still have a copy of it.  I had read in again when I wrote my first short story, The Crack.  Bradbury’s style influenced my own style immensely.  The book is, on the surface, a sort of autobiographical look at small town life in the Midwestern US.   It is not his usual style and is quite lyrical and populated with metaphors that probe deeply into the undercurrents of our experiential life.   It is essentially a collection of vignettes tied together as a summer of a twelve-year old boy.   That was also how I wrote my story.  I took the bus to work and decided to try writing a chapter on each 45 minute commute.  So it is also an episodic look at that crossroads in my path tied together by the appearance of a mysterious crack in the wall of my room.

The other feature of the book that I found so powerful was that it was in many ways just the stream of experience and consciousness of the boy.  A whole chapter often was not much more than a vibrant description of presence in the experience of the ordinary.  In later readings this aspect of the writing seemed to be highlighted by my experiment in surrendering to the flow of life and in cultivating presence and mindfulness.  My life has always been quite ordinary and simple.  But when not under the pressure of the world, I seemed to maintain the ability to be absorbed by the ordinary – particularly the backside of the world around me.  On walks I would go down the alleys – a totally different experience of a neighborhood that I usually was exposed to at the street level where an image was usually consciously projected by the homeowners.  I liked going down the stairwells at work rather than the elevators.  The bare concrete with all of the pipes, meters and other infrastructure was more nourishing.  Now my life seems to have reached a new level of ordinariness and simplicity.  Cultivation of awareness in these moments and letting go of the strong conceptual filters of my conditioning attenuates time.  When awareness was only triggered by the high
points or landmarks of the day, the intervening time was lost to memory.  But when every moment starts to be experienced and recognized then the flow becomes more fluid.  Time then is experienced differently as it is not broken up by specific events.  Meaning is experienced differently as the influence of expectation recedes and a kind of equanimity of the felt perception takes over.  

I know that I am just touching on my ability to surrender to that level – to stay in a mindful state.  But that has been an unexpected result of this path at least in the sense that it wasn’t something I had set an intention on.  Now I have a taste of what living at that level of awareness is like. 

Right now, that is what this writing here is like for me.   In the book, the bottling of dandelion wine mirrored Douglas Spaulding’s experience of his summer.  The ordinary and mundane parts of life, the weeds, can be magical and intoxicating from a different perspective, a distillation of life itself.    What is the connecting thread of these isolated vignettes?   I am not sure it matters anymore to me.  Everything rises and passes away.  It is only while it is here that it has any meaning but that meaning comes after the experience of it.  Later, after you uncork that bottle of Dandelion Wine.




Thursday, January 18, 2018

Eye of the Storm

Just because of the mood I'm in
I know there's more to the weather than the western wind
And I feel like I'm gonna feel
Like a willow tree that's got some branches to bend
-        Jimmie Dale Gilmore, Nothing of the Kind

It is important to expect nothing, to take every experience, including the negative ones, as merely steps on the path, and to proceed.  - Ram Dass

For as long as you opened your hearts to the frequencies of fear, you used your power to give credibility to fear’s illusions.  -  Ken Carey


I have been experiencing for the last four or five days a pretty deep melancholy which, at least for now, reached its zenith today.   The gradual loss of energy eventually resulted in a physical illness yesterday which extended into today.  The result of that is a particularly potent test to allow and release.  At some points it was particularly challenging but I still maintained, over the whole wave, a fair degree of surrender to it without letting the mind’s stories dominant and lead me.   The illness was a definite punctuation, an added level of difficulty. 

One thing I noticed though was I have been particularly unmotivated.  It was hard to focus on anything and I had to push myself to move into things which needed to be done – although sometimes I couldn’t even do that.   But the worst is when the mind starts making stories about all of that and creates the seeds for doubt.   Doubts about the path, the value of the things I have committed to, guiding principles, a bit of everything whenever I fell too deeply into it.

It is a bit like being in the eye of a hurricane.  The eye contains the lowest barometric pressure in the storm system but the edges of the eye are where the most powerful winds of the hurricane are.  Staying awake and aware helps to keep me in that center.  If I weaken I get drawn towards that eyewall and in danger of getting sucked into those stormy conditions.  Fortunately the winds themselves serve to shake me and awake me to turn back towards the center.

Understanding the mechanics of melancholy was very helpful.  That melancholy is an electro-magnetic-chemical phenomenon and it acts in a pulse – it is here and it is not.   It is a condition that has no content.  The knowledge helped to catch the emotions and stories and reactions towards their beginnings before they were able to get rooted.  But the ability, such as it is, to allow the melancholy to just be, to let it come in deeply, to keep an open heart and let it flow through, doesn’t come from the knowledge.  It is the practice of awareness that provided the conditions to be able to surrender to the process.   I obviously have a lot of work to do but looking back at previous winters and adverse conditions and punctuated melancholies and how I related to them shows me that I am on the spiral even though sometimes the doubts try to tell me I am going in circles or down dead-ends.  So I am grateful for all of the synchronicities that have led me to the place in space and time that allowed and supported this work.


Sitting here late at night, the work of the mind shows little signs of letting up on the pressure.  But just as I felt the glimmering of the melancholy in my tea meditations before it came on strong, I also feel the gentle wind hinting that it is now passing through.  As the experience reaches completion now perhaps I can see what it was all about and what shifted in my relationship with myself and rest of creation.



Friday, January 12, 2018

What Can You Do Without?

It takes so much tension and energy to hold on to anything, you don’t realize it until you let go. -  Ra Uru Hu

Your problem is you're... too busy holding onto your unworthiness. - Ram Dass


Eventually, you become wise enough to realize that you don't want that stuff inside of you.  It doesn’t matter who stimulates it.  It doesn’t matter what situation hits it.  It doesn’t matter whether it makes sense, or whether it seems fair or not.  Unfortunately, most of us are not that wise.  We’re really not trying to be free of our stuff; we’re trying to justify keeping it.  – Michael Singer, The Untethered Soul

Today was a good day to work.  Comfortable temperatures, no wind, no rain.   I worked until it was too dark to see much.  Mostly I spent that time hauling windfall off the land.   The firs shed a lot of branches when the wind blows.  Almost as prolific as the old pecan trees I had in Richardson.   I always compared them to my cats.  They shed all day long yet there is no observable loss on them. 

That made me think about simplicity and letting go.   My finances are challenging right now which added a piquancy to the contemplation.  Essentially it boiled down to the question, “What can you do without?”   The first take on that was probably in the physical realm.  Possessions, luxuries, toxic pleasures.  Or mental, what concepts, views, expectations, or perspectives can I let go off?  That no longer serves me.   Beyond that it gets a little trickier. 

I have always been a frugal person.  Some of that conditioning came from family.  We were not poor but with five kids in a small town you did pick up on ways to consume conservatively.  For example, when we had baked potatoes we cleaned the aluminum foil wrapping for the next time.  It wasn’t driven by ecological conservation as you see in these times.  It came from the context of their lives but it was conservation nonetheless.  All of my grandparents lived through the Depression and you could still see some of the imprinting from that experience.   One way that may have manifested is my tendency to re-use and re-purpose things.  I use what I find.

But there are also shadow aspects.  Part of it is fear driven.   Survival fears or the more basic fear of not really feeling safe in the world.  Watch how you spend your money because you don’t trust that the flow of money will always be there.  I could go on about different conditionings that could also feed into that.  But that it just speculation.  That is the dark side of frugality – the holding on out of fear.  Frugal is getting the most value out of your resources – it isn’t about being cheap or miserly.

In Gene Keys I have Key 23 in the Pearl Sphere of the Pearl Sequence – the Gift of Simplicity.   My tendency towards simplicity is much more than enforced limitations on resources.   It is reinforced throughout my design.  I don’t suppose there is anything wrong about complexity but simplicity is much more peaceful to me.  This path has led to a lot of letting go of things that were a part of the complexity of the Not-Self built up by conditioning for sixty years.  This emptying increasingly simplified my views and concepts actually to the point where it is rather scary at times. Seemingly down to just practice.  How far can I go?

What can I do without?