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#Post#: 2744--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 12, 2014, 10:46 am
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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
#Post#: 2794--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: Jed McKenna Date: October 13, 2014, 7:23 am
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Yesssss.
Just drop that bat. It's really much easier than folks think.
Love ya, Jed.
#Post#: 2808--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 13, 2014, 10:20 am
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"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
#Post#: 2818--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 13, 2014, 1:07 pm
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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
#Post#: 2856--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: Jed McKenna Date: October 14, 2014, 5:00 am
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Yes, NEXT......
Love ya, Jed.
#Post#: 2924--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 15, 2014, 10:48 pm
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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:
T[font=times new roman]here 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.[/font]
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.
#Post#: 2940--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 16, 2014, 10:20 am
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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
#Post#: 2996--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 17, 2014, 8:54 pm
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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.
#Post#: 3001--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: Jed McKenna Date: October 18, 2014, 2:03 am
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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 masturbation. 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.
#Post#: 3050--------------------------------------------------
Re: Done
By: know1 Date: October 19, 2014, 5:37 pm
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"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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