Easter Party For Family

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Many times I write stuff in e-mails to people I don't actually know face-to-face. We write about topics of mutual interest that don't make any difference to the other people we don't know face-to-face, but who we correspond with, anyway, and probably to no good end. I copied and pasted some items below I thought might pass for being at least readable. Tossed-word-salad not withstanding.

My brother and next-door neighbor threw an Easter party yesterday and that interfered in my taking the time to put all the pieces together in some coherent way. A whole day has passed since some of this was written, and written incompletely even then. There is a lotta redundancy in what I was trying to say through writing. Mere rhetoric I need to delete and reorganize into a cognizant whole. Fat chance... eh?

For some reason I decided to use the nebulous Akashic Records by name to indicate a larger than usual experiential database. It's not the first time, and I'll probably use them again for a completely difference reason in the future. Why would I not? Anyone who might stumble across and read this is gonna read into what I write what they would mean if they wrote the exact same thing, so in my opinion, there is no harm or foul to trying.

[My first response to the correspondent who questioned the legitimacy of using the Akashic Records.]

Your remarks seem you're saying I should find what you think ought to be there in the Akashic Records to substantiate your version of reality instead of mine. As if the Records are not a standalone and the contents depend upon the wishes of the perceiver.

That's not gonna happen. It's what one preys for they might "see" on the surface of the Akashic Records that is determined by the seeker. If the contents of the Akashic Records could be manipulated no One would go there. A house of cards. Graven images. 

[He condemned my argument on with faint praise and went on to other things he had to say, but I wasn't done yet]

I'm not trying to do anything specific with your remarks but to use them to bounce in the direction of the topic to find drifting thoughts I can attempt to capture with words. Sorry if I lean them in some undesirable way. I do not seem to have any intention to tell some "truth", but rather to tiptoe through the tulips seeking some me-and-thee-ing that takes the cake with me.

[Then, I wrote a line or two I've been trying to compose satisfactorily for a long time]

"The gateway to that world is through the me. The only-est one each of us knows as our own being in the first person singular. Adam, by metaphor, who immediately upon birth starts nay-me-ing wot's what's found in the new world it escaped to in order to form a ground of being it can build upon as a basis for individuation."

Writing paragraphs like the one above is what I write for. The thrill I get out of what I wrote above is that it contains about a thousand pages of stuff that didn't say just that, and even what I constrained to two simple sentences above is not very well-formed. I wanted to write about Adam of the Genesis myth as Everyman who gets born, lives, and then gets sick, and croaks.

It's the naming of things in the Genesis myth that draws my attention. Naming and labeling the objects around you starts for Everyman immediately upon birth when one gets slapped on the rump to force the first deep inhale of breath to cry the first scream. Aiiiiyyyyeeeeee!!

The naming can be viewed as denial of that world one is borne into merely by spelling the process differently to go where no man has gone before. By spelling it n-a-y-m-e. The denial co-me-s by nay-me-ing. "You are not me!" Not-me-ing the world doesn't last long. Three score and ten. Any longer than that and you're just backing up. Nobody wants that.

Denial is a big deal. It's used to create a ground-for-being. You are the being you are creating a ground for. How else would being you show it has legs? A ground of being is necessary to develop consciousness of your being, otherwise you're just asleep or as Goethe described:

And so long as you haven't experienced
this, to die and so to grow.
you are only a troubled guest
on the dark earth.

The contents of this universal experiential database, in my opinion, are revealed to the seeker in a manner that absolutely depends on the seeker's quest/ion/s. The hero [ala Campbell's Hero Of A Thousand Faces] is shown what it seeks in the dreamtime, and it's options are limited by his own scope of vision. How much can does the seeker believe can be there that depends on it's imagination? Can you even imagine the everything you might expect to find there by definition? +++

There is an overall view. in fact, two overall views. The external view as the pearl is approached in vision (when all the contents are viewed as a cosmic soup) get revealed according to their proximity to the central focus of the diviner's vision.

Those contents that peripherally dance in a fairy ring as the tale is told have less of a complete comprehension in the same immediacy the focus of the foveal area brings. It's a "fill-in-the-blanks" kind of deal where viewing the other from inside the "library" itself inside the ring-pass-me -not/line of demarcation some call the event horizon, the contents are no longer plural either by separation or differentiation.

They are the sa-me. There is no perspective inside the pearl. There are no five senses. There are no five trees of paradise. There are no five sons or daughters or an invitation to guess how many angels are dancing on the head of a pin. There IS only me, and the contents of the pearl outside the event horizon all have their roots in me. They are what I am is. 

If you don't "see" the contents of the Akashic Records it's because you're looking from inside the event horizon. It's a subjective situation. If you don't know what you're looking for as content, it's because you are part and parcel of the content of the Akashic Records, and you can't possibly have either the eyes to see it or the ears to hear the constant bleating of "the silence of the lambs". Like a light switch. The view is either On or Off, but it's more often a matter of location, location, location. 
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