Thinking at first it is an echo of his thoughts, he ignores it.
They’re repeats of my own mind he says to himself.
I’m repeating the words somehow in my head.
The trouble is the echo begins to make suggestions.
Chapter Eleven
Higher Self
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ewe was last in England six years ago. Then his step father calls.
He says he thinks Kewe should come home.
His mother is no longer the same. He will notice changes.
That was two years ago. Every three months since, he has taken leave from work, flown to London, rented a car, and driven the hundred miles from the airport to the village where his parents live.
On his first visit, Kewe most of the time is at the gym or the coffee shop, or the pub. The time he spends with his parents will be when the three of them have a meal in a restaurant, or a family get-together.
Since the second visit, his stepfather, wise to Kewe’s routine, asks every morning where they will be going together the rest of the day.
They travel through the English countryside on their expeditions. Visit relatives, country homes, parks and castles. His mother can walk a few steps, but for any distance she needs a wheelchair.
She doesn’t like the wheelchair. She hates inclines, going down a slope or being pushed up the slightest gradient, squealing when the pusher is going too fast.
What surprises Kewe as he travels are the many towns that have closed their streets to traffic. The old streets too narrow for the cars the glut of traffic has forced large areas to be for pedestrians only. Kewe’s amazed shopping and just sitting can be so peaceful. Centers of towns are like being in a park.
Outside the town centers it’s very different. Here the roads are busier than ever. Fringes of towns Kewe notes have more and more fields being paved over.
Bypass highways divert traffic from villages, making them livable, but the highways eat up the land. Air traffic seems to increase every time he visits.
Today, Kewe picked up his sister to visit with their parents. Driving back, looking across the fields at the blanket of yellow — the new crop of rape in bloom — he’s telling how he’ll stop one day, sit and maybe paint.
“Special week at the monastery this week,” Kewe says, flinging his arm over his sibling’s shoulder. “The Pope is beatifying one of the monks, an African priest. The abbey is having a big celebration.”
“The Pope is here at the monastery?” His sister stares at him in surprise. “I had no idea.”
Kewe laughs. “No, he’s not here. The Pope is in Africa. The priest spent the last years of his life at the monastery. You might check the paper sometime.”
“Really,” his sister pokes Kewe in the ribs. Kewe retrieves his arm quickly.
“Is the monk becoming a saint?” his sister asks, smiling. “Do you believe saints perform miracles? We need some miracles. Mom tells me you go often to the monastery.”
“I plan on it today,” Kewe says. “Soon as I manage to get rid of you.”
His sister pokes him again.
“Hey, I’m driving.” Kewe pushes her hand away. “No, the monk needs another miracle, two they need, two they decide are miracles.”
When his sister gets out the car, Kewe waves, says he’ll see her later. The entire family have an outing planned for the evening. One of the village pubs has opened a restaurant and they are going.
To get to the monastery, Kewe takes the old roads into the hills. He loves the woodlands, the fields, the fresh early summer greenery.
He thinks of his mother. She’s frailer each time he returns. He has asked the guides, the angels if he should stay. They tell him it is the time to be with her.
The seasons change so quickly. It was the autumn leaves when he returned after his long hiatus, and then the winter darkness. Now the fields are full once again of fresh new grass. He doesn’t know what to do. Perhaps he should come back.
But he doesn’t want to leave Seattle. He’s rooted himself there. To pull himself up, he’s not at all sure if he wants to return to live here in the UK again. Fifteen years past he lived here for two years and went back to Seattle.
There is nothing he can do for his mother. She has his stepfather, and brother and sisters. He does believe she is going to die, but not cease in herself. Her physical body will die, but not the inner person.
He could leave Seattle. Nothing to hold him. No family, no partner. He has never had any children. Except for Rick and Sue, the friends he acquired in his early years have left the city. He has not made new friends.
Looking out the car window, around are lava outcroppings — volcanic upland spewed out in some ancient time. Entering the gateway of the monastery, Kewe drives along the private road. An abbey had been in the area until the dissolution of all English monasteries due to the seceding of Henry from the Vatican church.
Later the priests came out of their hideaways. The Catholic Emancipation re-established the Roman monastic orders and a nobleman who converted to Roman Catholicism donated land for the present monastery.
This at a time when the Irish were having the great famine — food from nobleman’s farms shipped to England as the Irish poor starved.
Graves still being found of those many who expired because they had no food. It is said an experiment, one of many, by those who control the poor and middle class by their control of the economy.
Kewe smiles grimly. A class exists in the U.K. who have nothing but scorn for those who supply this class with money and allow this class to keep the money taken from them.
A reason for derision perhaps, if everything were on a leveling field. But it is not. This class create the politicians to have law profit their whims and purse, and use the courts and jails and of course police and when that fails the military made up of the very sons and now daughters of those who’s money is taken.
Politicians, courts, police, military, all paid by a greater populace who both knowing and unknowing are enslaved, or using the wording — being another form of serfdom — which it is.
Reared in ignorance, parents not having the mind tools to free themselves or their children, no real life tools to living learned at school, it all planned that way, television and press that cater to nothing but celebrity gossip and news untruth. Nothing to free workers and middle class of mind enslavement, an inner knowing of falsity of those who do rebel.
Derision and fear of the lowers — inbred in this ’upper’ class — very noticeable in the U.K.
The lack of food in Ireland, mass migration, families in flight to England, the Irish poor as they arrive in this area descend for help on the monastery, for they are of the Roman faith.
Shortly after the monks had built their first buildings, these homeless and poor came to them having no lodging and food. For a time the monks were farming for thousands. Then people settled, coal mining in the local coal pits giving much needed employment.
Kewe parks the car. The abbey is quiet as he walks by the rose beds. The stone used for the church is the old lava rock. The rock walls gleam in the sunlight — tiny speckles, ruby-red and white light refraction inside the cut stone creating an aura around the building.
The church might well be in another world, thinks Kewe peering up at the top of a hillock next to the church where a cross is placed. In the peace and serenity, it will be a walk.
Basked in late afternoon sun he climbs the sixty odd steps. Holly and rhododendron, rose bushes growing alongside and into the jagged rock. Christ, Mary and John wait at the top. The figures, still, impassive, gaze together over the church and distant land.
From the high surrounding rim at the top of the church, carved heads stare at him. Four of the heads represent angels. Eight heads depict deceased monks.
Not all of the twelve heads face towards the Calgary cross, some stare downwards, perhaps warning any visitor-soul passing that the abbey is their world.
That this world brooks no distraction. That this is a sanctuary.
After climbing, Kewe treads carefully down the steps. Not a soul around. At the entrance to the church he opens the thickset, heavy door. To clanking as the door is shut, he slips through the stone anterior small room into open silence where stand tall stark pillars. Arched, high walls, of creamy white greets Kewe in the cool, imperturbable, solemnity.
From where he stands, the monastery nave for church visitors, through the space of the chancel he can see the second nave used by the monks, that nave bathed in dusky sun light.
He searches to see if any of the monks might be sitting, might be praying.
Kewe slips into a wooden bench. He is alone.
The early monks built an unadorned church. Bowed side windows, only a thin seam of color around the glass edge, a milky opal radiance flowing through the body of translucent pane.
In front of him the chancel and extending from high inside the apse hangs the cross. Kewe neither genuflects nor bows. He has no belief a host is anything more than a wafer, something that led him to leave this Roman church in his early twenties. He has no belief that Jesus is more than a person, an advanced person in understanding, but only a person.
Kewe staring at the cross has to wonder how many times this figurehead of peace has been misread and misused by the very people who profess to acknowledge Jesus as their God.
Inside a glass beaker, hanging from a chain, the oil light radiates. Next to the light the Pyx, with the wafer inside. The lone wick flickers.
Encircled by stillness — he sits, waits. Soon the high ringing comes.
Then coruscating shimmers. Kewe draws on those first flashes, on the strengthening sound, and through the white and the ringing, mind begins to soar.
A sonorous melody taking hold, there come angelic voices that sing around the fringes of consciousness. Held by awe, mind moves into its mystery.
Taken by streaks and shards, by gleaming, shimmering particles, call it telescoping, call it the song of angels, mind becomes bathed in the other-world majesty until all is more.
A new tone, a clear, high-pitched flute. Now swirling light dances. Like sea-foam whisks around, mind takes, plays with it.
A flood of current sweeps across. A wave of fire swarms and touches, and as it purges and strips and cleans, a new state emerges.
A body of essence that we, for the sake of a word have as representation, if we pick a shape, which we need not, a shape as an orb.
Threaded shafts of light, strings of infinity hold. Then land in the distance, a high wall etched in motifs. Into an opening the orb goes, new walls becoming passageways, and those quickly ceasing.
A white city takes shape, narrow, cobbled, ways found in any Mediterranean land — only no cars, no sign of dust and decay.
Steeples and towers become part of the orbs vision. Byzantine arches, Moresque structures, pyramid shapes, beehive towers. Into a square where at the center an enormous column of water gushes. A single jet shooting upwards, spray creating an aqueous, frothy, mist rolling, billowing, that becomes the sky itself. Such uproar the sound. And then words pounding into mind:
Hall of the Dead,

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Hall of the Dead,

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Dwarfing everything, the towering, palatial basilica seems to be acting not as one building but as a multiplication of spaces. A spreading entrance to enter.
Inside great cupolas, high stained windows of angels, archangels, frescoes depicting a sea of beings.
A stature of Apollo with his horse, a panther, an eagle sliding across a monstrous snake.
A vast telling it becomes, myriads of worlds, cosmic creations that wanders far beyond that which the orb knows.
Stars and galaxies that shift as some fanciful, extravagant plan.
Then puzzling images — one moment on the floor a bronze serpent encased in a base of rock rises. Fierce, the mind-serpent penetrates.
Shimmering golden light draws the orb to a single, enormous slab of marble that becomes a temple with a being sitting staring at him.
Not able to bear the seeing, the orb's center retreats, but it cannot retreat, it has to seek the eyes.
Knocked back by the power, such a sense of the end of everything that pours forth from the eyes, the orb cries, `Why! I did not want this!'
The core Being shifts in its center, in its all, its mind. From the eyes is the dullness.
‘No,’ the orb mind shouts. ‘This is not me.’
. . .
‘I am you, you idiot.’

‘You are me?’
‘I talk like you... don’t I?’
‘You are my answering machine.’

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That’s the way he makes contact, when he decides to acknowledge the voice is really in his head.
Back in his apartment in Seattle, the breezy, offhand voice has been talking to him for the past any number of days.
Thinking at first an echo of his thoughts, he ignores the strangeness. Repeats of my mind he says to himself. I’m repeating words in my head.
The trouble is the echo makes suggestions.
Then he’ll be forgetting he’s responding to the voice. ‘Yes I know,’ he’ll respond. ‘Yes, I’ll remember to do that.’
The voice that sounds like him seems to have no concerns about reminding him he has to do this or that whenever he needs to remember to do so and so.
“I’m hearing a voice that sounds exactly like me.” Kewe mumbles to himself. “I’ve finally gone batty?”
More than that, the voice he hears sounds exactly as he sounds on his answering machine — higher pitched — effeminate, something he would never admit for years..
“Eh, thank you for calling. I cannot get to the phone right now. Please leave a message.”
Kewe has never been comfortable the way he hears himself speak through his answering machine. It picks up the effeminacy no matter how much he tries to disguise it.
That’s how this voice in his head sounds to him.
‘You cannot be me.’

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‘Yes, I can.’
‘Okay, explain!’
‘I’m making contact.’
‘You are making contact, as me?’
‘Yes, I am!’

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‘You are speaking to me, as me?’
‘I am.’

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He goes to the answering machine, listens, resets the outgoing message — as if that would help.
Why is he surprised? What’s next!
Searching for any possibility, an answer has come to him that the voice might be a sort of future him. This responding in a weird, joking style is to hold his attention he decides.
Could it really be a future him?
A sledgehammer hits the moment... He is in contact.... Maybe...!
‘Are you my Higher Self?’
‘Hey, now you’re catching on.’
‘Soul that surrounds time-space?’

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‘Not the one inside?’
‘Do you have one inside?’
‘So you really are my Higher Self?’

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‘Talking, as if I really exist.’

‘Why do you speak effeminately?’

‘I am using your mind?’

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‘You mean my mind, the mind outside the brain, my higher


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Kewe has for a long time believed that his mind, his higher mind, might not be male. A strange way of speaking when in an altered state, an even more pronounced effeminacy, or a talking as a woman, has brought him to that surmise.
But he never knew if the premise had any validity. He never knows if any of this stuff has validity.
Too easy to say over-active imaginings for when he goes into these altered states.
Imagining plays a major role in creating the scenarios.
It all would just be imaging, except another realness takes hold, and stuff, things change even here, in Earth’s frequency.
A wealth of different feelings come with this new contact, or one could say intrusion. The idea of privacy dies.
But did he ever think thoughts could be any way private?
Kewe in earlier days would ask God, or more likely a guide or angel a question. What did that mean? It meant that God, or a guide or an angel was always listening to him, always tuned in.
Kewe laughs. It could be that God has one of these machines that scan the radio spectrum, tuning in whenever he hears the word God.
When Kewe has asked God a question, asked God for something, did he always begin by saying, ’God!’
So there never has ever been any privacy!
Not from God! Not from entities who might be tuning in! Not from his Higher Self, it seems!
But does one expects their own Higher Self to remind them to pick up the laundry?
It’s funny, but Kewe does get reminders, he’s always had some reminders. Is this his brain?
Or is this is Higher Self.
That brings up all manner of complications.
Why isn’t he warned when something bad is going to happen!
Why only sometimes does he get some and often less important reminders?
Does he ignore these warnings that come as thought? You would go bonkers if you took notice of all of them. So you don’t. You remain sane!
Feelings, intuition, all play a role in the way we live. Some of us are more skilled in picking up that which could be intuition.
Some of us just pursue our desires. Desire takes over! You ignore the warnings to pursue the desire!
Now he is on the throne pondering of what? some question, and thoughts are answering in mind words. Even on the throne.
Could he have some privacy, he asks?
You are the crab, it tells him. You sideways walk. Everything you do is by side walking.
What kind of an answer it that?
He has begun to say ‘Good morning’ to it.
‘Excuse me.’

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‘Okay, I’m asking. Everything you
know about me, don’t you? You know
all my thoughts, all my secrets? You
are privy to my every desire?’

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‘So you are always present?’
‘Hey, as close as your heartbeat.’

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‘Why haven’t I heard you before?
Why am I hearing you now?’

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‘Good question. If I were to say a
small discontinuity has opened. Is
that agreeable?’

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‘Will I always be able to hear you?’

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‘Why is that?’
‘So you can get some peace.’

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It’s completely implausible this happening.
It’s a joke really. Here’s this other him talking to him — this soul. Isn’t he, Kewe the soul?
By 2015 Kewe will come to a beginning of recognition that ‘soul‘ like the word ‘God‘ are concepts we use much too lightly. By this time, 2015, Kewe would prefer to use the word, ‘core being,‘ or ‘life essence.’
The following is Kewe’s concept from when he was first writing this chapter.
Soul, it’s who we are now, a continuation of ourselves after we depart this first stage. It’s a life that folds into ever-new life. A version of us becoming an acceptable member of an ever expanding cosmic order. Soul an inner essence always there, yet another essence learning, a growing.
Kewe can understand why large tombs have been filled with the finer points of soul.
Those who write of soul talking back to you, he’s now discovered even that’s true.
‘Okay, I accept you are soul. Now
you’re speaking words, thoughts that
used to be thoughts, that I thought
might be coming from God, are now
words from you. Is that correct?’

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‘These words of yours are produced
in my brain. Is that correct?’

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‘So, even with this, I’m doing the
translating. Even with you, I’m the
one who’s giving myself these words.

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You’re still acting as my symbol,
and in the essence that you are, I’m
the one creating you.

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You’re what
I’ve invented as my inner being. I’m
doing all the work. Is that correct?’

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‘Yes, yes, yes. No! No! and No!’

‘What do you mean? I need to know!’

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‘I mean yes, I am a symbol. I mean
no, you are not creating me. I mean
yes, I am real.’
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Soul! Soul! What does that mean! That our Soul has already become what we are presently doing?
Rick once suggested it is consciousness: it is forward, behind, always there, everything.
But the state, the being of who we are now?
Of course if you have Jake popping up, there is even more of a riddle. A new identity to surprise the hell out of you. The problem is always with individuation. Kewe has defined individuation and Soul as merging. We merge into this other as if we are coming home.
Home has become more.
So, soul throws out a time-line, creates time. Creates an emergent moment, a time and place that happens. Within this emergent moment is Kewe, is Jake. Then these will enter home, become the greater. It makes the head spin.
I am an actor (as Shakespeare wrote) on the stage of life.
It’s kind of like saying... Are you going to write politics now, Kewe?
Why not! I’ve been in politics already!
In the 2015 version!
You want to hear more about politics?
Well, we live in a democracy and we’re able to change our lives, but we allow all these other people to have untold riches, billions, if not trillions, which gives control of corporations, which gives them unprecedented power, while we work fifteen jobs a day to have a home and bring up kids.
And we vote for the most stupid people, a few just stupid but most street smart who have been bought by all this currency, who decide on our future. We have little or no say because we let this happen, but it’s okay because we are experiencing emergent moments.
Yes, it’s my very own decision all this that happens to me, as soul will say. Is that what you are saying Kewe?
Then we die after these moments someone else has decided for us, some politician.
We go to heaven?
We go to a heaven in the ethereal or astral worlds, or some other ethereal or astral world state, or stay in ghost frequencies attached to Earth frequencies, a state that some humans have sense connection.
Is that it Kewe?
. . .
What is it when we move on? Where do we go? Different places?
Different slopes for different folks?
We are in the ethereal body, ghost body, our second body, when we die in the physical body.
We have clothing, most of us, our preference.
We gravitate, after deciding Earth — the Earth we are still upon but where few if any people can recognize us, except other ghosts — is no longer where we wish to be. We gravitate to a society in which we are comfortable. What then? Learn how to built homes with our mind and live within.
Many of us wish to meet family members, those who passed on before us. We do so.
We wish to meet again with people we knew upon Earth who have passed on, people we considered our friends. We do so.
The above done in any order. Much depends upon our ability to recognize that which has happened to us, and accept where we are, and wish to move into these new adventures.
When we come over, we are exactly the same person we were upon Earth, our personality is the same. If we were handicapped mentally or physically, that falls away. It will only remain if we have an attachment to the handicap, and beings, therapists, will assist us in the freeing of our attachment so that we can be whole in the new environment.
We are free to do as we wish!
We do as we wish, providing we do not harm others. If we attempt to harm our essence will be removed to some more suitable place — there are a variety of existences for us depending upon that which is considered by those who decide such things, as most suitable.
Do we get to argue our case?
Do we get to stay if those around us do not wish to be around us?
Who moves will be decided by the grouping we are within.
Some of us decide this is a good time to learn.
We learn how to manipulate our mind to a degree we could never do upon Earth.
We learn this slowly, years, tens, hundreds, thousands of years, though time is different for us where we are. A variety of time, a variety of existences.
We are within The Game.
In Kewe’s wording, people remain within a concept he calls The Game so they still have a mind and a body so that they can continue to play within The Game.
If family is the main attraction for someone who has passed on, then a continuance with the family relationships will take place if that person in the family wishes it. They may wish to do something completely different. If they are of a family orientation they will continue with their children who wish it as they pass from Earth existence, then with the children of their children who wish it, and the children of their children who wish it and so on.
At some point the family group, or a single person will move into levels of awareness that take them to higher stages of The Game.
Heavens have been built where those of the many religions and sects upon Earth live.
Family groupings maybe within a heaven or may be outside a religious environment.
People both inside the heavens, and those outside in their own preferred grouping, will learn that religion and spiritual growth is not the same. That which we will be learning is that all is learning.
That which we will be discovering is that we are a core essence that has bodies. And that in which we exist is a body.
. . .
You saying soul would be a subject only for philosophers, if we weren’t living the life?
The Calusa people included three souls as part of their knowledge: a soul inside, a soul who walked as a shadow by their side, a soul who would appear when they would stare into water, as a face reflected in that water.
In the Calusa world, just as in ours, an order of living became established.
One wonders at what point did the order break down. Where was the imbalance of their society, their culture — a situation becoming so impossible to maintain civilization ceased?
Many ancient people have adopted the idea of Soul as being, at some level, the same as God. There is a paradox of becoming who we already are, but aren’t yet.
Such it is with emotion.
Love is emotion! Most think of love as warm and fuzzy! Something we must have!
Love is warm and fuzzy!
Love is also need!
Love is also desire!
This is Earth love — to be with someone, to have someone that will make me feel better.
That will make me feel warm and fuzzy!
That will make me want to be!
That will make me want to be alive!
That will allow me to wrap myself inside!
The older we get, if we grow in wisdom, we will come to know that love is none of this.
We will come to know that love is emotion.
That emotion is many things: that which we need to have a connection with, but something we do not need.
That emotion is a mechanism.
As a mechanism it always works the same way.
As a mechanism it can be understood as a mechanism.
That there is something we know as love, which is much different to emotion!
That in wisdom and knowledge, when we grow we learn what that love is.
. . .
Hawaiian people have their own soul-logic.
Not especially sunbathers on Waikiki beach, but those who throughout known history have included soul in the ‘oo hah’ neh,’ the body.
Soul is the ‘Kino Kupanaha’ — the aliveness that exists within the ordinary, physical body.
At the human body’s death, Kino Kupanaha jumps from a rocky precipice.
To transfer to the ancestral homeland, a leap from physical reality to the inner is a journey of wonder.
Once established in a heavenly place of ‘Po,’ Kino Kupanaha replaces its form, becomes an ‘Aumakua’ and assumes its role as ancestral spirit.
Aumakua gives ‘mah’nah,’ power, and the spirit will, either temporarily or permanently, take up residence when needed, inside one or various members of the Earth-living family.
All of this fits into an idea ofleaving Earth as mind living in another body, and soul, or the core essence, being our aliveness.
Soul in its intrigue, to us, fits into Earth’s teachings from all sources.
Recognized as the aliveness we are — many religious and indigenous teachings incorporate soul as present in the aliveness of all life forms.
Soul in its nuances is outside of time and space as an example. Soul is life that we are, yet do not understand.
A creator God is in most teachings. Brahman in Sanskrit holds the meaning of all power.
Persian, Indic, Chinese scriptures, among the many teachings of Earth, have wondrous tales of God imagery. A God’s force is restricted only by the limitations it sets, or is set. It has complete override to do as it wishes to human selves, limited only by a more powerful Deity.
In India, many devotees worship Ganesha, a God-being who has the head of an elephant.
At any pooja, or festival, or marriage within the Hindu faith, seldom does a celebration not invoke the God, who rides, when it chooses, on the back of a mouse.
Vinayaka is the mouse upon which Ganesh rides. Vinayaka, they say, is the subtlety of life.
A story has it the Lord of Riches, currying a favor with Lord Shiva both destroyer and the restorer of worlds, decides to hold a feast in Lord Shiva's honor. Upon receipt of the sent invitation Lord Shiva returns a message saying he himself will not attend. Ganapathi, his son, will visit in his place. Outside servants string streamers and lanterns. Chefs prepare for the great feast.
Ganesha, who is also known as Ganapathi, is a Deity in his own right. He rules heaven, earth, and the underworld, and he’s been busy too, with all that’s going on.
The elephant God arriving hungry, calls for food to be immediately brought. The waiters bring food and more food and Ganapathi still keeps eating. This God’s favorite pastime is eating.
The waiters bring all the food they have until there’s no food left.
Ganapathi still hungry cries out to the Lord of Riches, “Give me more food or I will have to eat you.” The Lord of Riches runs out of the palace and when he gets to Lord Shiva’s house, he begs for mercy. Ganapathi, the deity with the head of an elephant follows in a carriage behind, laughing at his antics.
Symbols other then we adopt in teaching of a faith we take up make little sense to us. Such as a wafer and wine being the body and blood of a long gone adept. Is it a fact or may it not be true? For those tuned to the story, actions we take due to the story, bring moments a person can enter into another place.
By believing, we shift to a new consciousness.
Belief in a Higher Force can act as a catalyst where human intellect allows itself to adjust the boundaries of the mind.
If we are looking, if we seek more, then the Higher Self is all of this. But there is more to pray to than the Higher Self. The Virgin Mary, and the saints of the world’s faiths, act as an interceder for many.
The heavens are as varied as the peoples and beings who reside upon this planet, upon the cosmic multiplicity, its stream of frequencies.
We can ask for assistance from any who we think might help. In the sense of committing to a belief, to a way of life, then we need to choose more carefully. Life is learning.
However, if it be teachings of Mohammed, or the teachings of Lao-Tzu; if it be the Hindu majestic cosmic order, or the loving spirit who keeps contact with its family, giving guidance in thoughts and visions; if it be the Buddha Shakyamuni, who speaks against the cast, and teaches of hundreds of thousands of millions of Buddhalands.
If it be Shakti, mother divinity who is able to free one from demonic possession, or the Goddess Papahanaumoku who gives birth to land that rises up to become the islands of the world.
If it be Aceso who is able to heal, Epione and Asclepius’ daughter, or Ashelois, Goddess of the moon who can drive away pain, or the Goddess of brightness, Pandia, or Sophrosyne, Goddess of moderation.
If it be Hlín, Frigg’s guardian, Goddess of protection, or Nótt, Goddess who gave us the word night, or Cymeinfoll the Goddess who casts warriors killed to a mighty cauldron, or the Lady of the Lake, or Latis, Goddess of ale and mead.
If it be Moses with ten commandments given to him by his God, or Akhenaten, 18th Dynasty androgynous Pharaoh of Egypt, who taught the one God, Aten, could be seen and felt.
If it be the gentle Aramaic speaking preacher, crucified in his trying to make us think — it all helps draw us beyond a boundary we have.
If Kewe has a message, it’s that, because the dichotomy of life here is plenary, there is no priest, no church, no religion, no person, no great or small organization on this planet, or on any planet, region, inner plane system, with the answer.
That, which you discover and create for and within yourself, is the learning.
Ganesha Chaturti, Ganapathi’s birthday is a celebration throughout India. With the singing of songs of praise, the offering of sweets and kumukum, haldi and rice, homage is paid.
Respect is given to this great Deity. People pray to Ganeshji, and he brings them energy and power and gifts. Feeling his presence, his devotees know his presence. No mistake to them what he can do!
A god might have an elephant’s strength, the awesome grandeur of a mountain, or be a son or daughter who is sacrificed; it matters not.
From the Gods of the many African deities, to the Gods of all our world’s peoples, all are the many connections to our power. Praying to our God-Spirit, we connect to the beyond.
Each path, each unfolding proceeded upon, comes through ideas, concepts developed from some contact we have made, from human, or spirit essence, or verily from the Higher Self.
Teachings that bring us to a forgiveness of others, and a love of spirit in each other, are teachings where Kewe will say we have been evolving.
These new ideas we dare to encompass hold a movement from the space we are in, to where we are going.
We enclose that space inside ourselves, move with it to the always more.
As we dance through the eternal now, the boundary of that within which we are enclosed is amended.
Do we discard clothing of being a human personality as we continue through to worlds far beyond our present state?
Is our psyche imprinted with one or a few or many lives of previous times?
After birth as we actualize a personality, do we merge with other people’s thoughts as we interact and they, our friends, our family, all that we see on the television screen, all that we read and hear, as all this flows through our daily experience?
These are questions.
What else is out there waiting?
For some, the desire to remain who they are will takes precedence.
The friends made, the interactions played, will continue in importance.
For many, the Heavens of the Religions will play a role to the beloved who seek entrance to their worlds.
Guilds, associations, new environments are in place as we proceed from our life upon Earth.
Groupings of common desire, of interests, of common pursuits, have unlimited worlds set apart for them.
For those who wish to enter into an area of existence through a ’higher’ aperture that will appear and draw one at times, for those who wish to go inside ‘this within,’ an opportunity exists for them.
The journey is never stopped. Beyond our dreams it is all there. In the odyssey of life all is possible, nothing ever non-attainable.
Kewe asks where he should include ‘TheWE’ with this. He welcomes ‘The WE’ as being real and an existence. He thinks ‘The WE’ is the Higher Self, and much more.
He thinks ‘The WE’ in its reciprocal mode is also uniqueness and individuality for each.
Looking at our collective and so many of our individual efforts, our labors — our, to another perhaps strange, odd ways — it seems to Kewe that we have come, within the limitations and freedoms of each life setting, far.
We are in our learning becoming much.
Kewe continues for a time to tune into the voice that he believes emanates in his mind as the thoughts, feelings, this wonderment, from the Higher Self.
‘That’s what’s happening isn’t it?
I’m interpreting and translating
you as a spin-off of my ego? My
ego is creating you?’

Translations of Discussions with The WE.
‘If that’s what you want?’
‘I just want the truth. Can’t you
give me the truth?’

Translations of Discussions with The WE.
‘I give you the truth? You are.’

Translations of Discussions with The WE.
‘Do you know how much stuff
I deal with eah day? Do you
know how much time and effort
it is for me?’

Translations of Discussions with The WE.
‘I do, and remember we’re
together you and me
I am you, you are me!

Translations of Discussions with The WE.
All nestled, you and me. We,
both, all nestled, honey.’

Translations of Discussions with The WE.
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Words from the book 'Heal Thyself'
By 'White Eagle'
The Higher Self:
Beyond your physical body and the personality known to your companions on earth, is your true self which has descended from the spheres of light — your true home — to manifest on earth.
It is impossible yet for that self to manifest fully through the lower vehicles, because they are not ready to receive that beautiful spirit; but you are preparing these vehicles, the emotional, mental, etheric and all finer bodies, in your daily life.
When through discipline and initiation your lower vehicles are ready, then your spirit will be able to manifest, to a greater degree, through your physical form.
The higher self is composed of very fine ether and is pulsating with light, which as you develop will begin to shine through the chakras in the etheric body, the 'windows' of your soul.'
When this divine fire is brought into full operation so that all the chakras are active as God intended, then the whole body will be in a state of ascension.
We mean by this that the whole body, although still of a physical nature, will be functioning on a much higher plane of consciousness that it is at present.
At present it may be in a dark state, but when the divine fire is kindled and active, then the body will be quickened in vibration and will be light and beautiful; it will approach the standard achieved by the God-men, and Sun-men, who walked this earth in the beginning of its creation.
Wise and great teachers are even now drawing close to the spheres surrounding the earth, to bring their wisdom to mankind.
Souls who have passed through the fires of suffering and who have attained a degree of self-discipline will be taught how safely to develop the divine fire within themselves; for it is both creative and destructive, and the ignorant and self-willed who think to use the mysteries of creation in a heedless and selfish way can bring destruction on themselves.
Thus you will see the necessity for self-discipline and careful preparation of the finer light who watch over mankind preserve the secrets until man himself is ready to use them and to enter into the full joy of the God-life according to the will and purpose of the Creator.
Man in his ignorance is all the time dissipating this fire within him through his own urgent desires and passions, his uncontrolled emotion.
Every time you give way to passion and anger you dissipate this holy fire; every time emotions are controlled and transmuted to the warmth of love, you build the light into your vehicles.
You are using the divine fire to illumine your own soul to, beautify the world around you and to glorify God.
Develop for the heart, mediate on love, live love, absorb love, give love, and your soul will become alight.
The divine magic will rest in your hands enabling you to heal the sick, to comfort the bereaved, to bless the sorrowful, to beautify everything you touch and to bring peace and happiness to the life of man.
The higher self of which we have spoken lies beyond earthly thought and beneath all sound and outward form.
It is not approached through earthly thought but through realisation of the Christ Light.
It does not intrude; it is not contaminated by the earth personality; it is wholly pure.
When, in a flash, contact with it is made, cosmic consciousness comes, for when you touch the higher self, you touch the whole cosmic realm.
The way to approach this higher self is by surrender — surrender of personal desire of self-love; and by contemplation, in a state of adoration, of the supreme being called Christ.
Every child of God must have within the heart an ideal of the Perfect One, but that ideal lies beyond thought.
It is an idea which embodies the purest realisation of what life might become, the purist manifestation of the son or daughter of God.
Let us put it another way.
You create an ideal which is your conception of the Christ; you contemplate the qualities of the Being, you are aware of His perfect love, His humility, His purity; and as you contemplate you become identified with your creation.
You cannot feel these qualities without becoming one with them, if only for a flash, and in so doing you become at one with your higher self, in fact with the Christ.
We know you cannot retain that consciousness of pure light, pure truth indefinitely, for it is the very highest of which you are capable.
But you can touch it in moments of exaltation and be illumined.
Your higher self does not usually function through your mind except when the inspiration comes for you to act in accordance with the laws of Christ.
But the lower mind of earth is always ready to give you a good reason why you should not do so.
In course of time you will learn to distinguish very clearly between these two parts of your being, the earth-self and the Christ-self.
Again we would say that the higher self is not contacted through the mind, but through the heart and quality of love.
Love is not possessive. To love is to give, love is a radiation, a sending forth from the heart of a sweet essence which heals.