Not an Obituary.

My Dad died yesterday. It’s ok. Death is unimportant, it’s life that matters. Most people fear death, but that’s because deep down they know they haven’t really lived. Not to their full potential. It’s sad when a friend dies who hasn’t fully lived. But my Mum and Dad both lived full lives and were thus fulfilled. We all die, what more can you ask than to have lived a full life?

Most of us live half-lives. Filled with Babylon’s baubles. Fake fun. Real joy proceeds from the higher self, the spirit, when the spirit rejoices in living. When we live fully, our spirit infuses our bodies with joy. Our ignorant scientists analyze this process and being not very good scientists they see only chemicals issuing from our endocrine and other systems. Ahh, they think, that is the source of emotion! And being (mostly) control freaks, they think, now we can control emotion!

So they give us chemicals. Prozak and other ‘mind-altering’ drugs for the conventional ones who like to be ‘law abiding’ and illegal ones for the ‘rebellious’ And Alcohol for everyone. It’s synonymous with a ‘good time’. Most of us can’t imagine a party without it. I’m only just leaving that behind, myself.

What these chemicals do (plants and naturally produced alcohol are something I am still investigating!) is simulate what our glands do when we are happy, or sad, or having a deep spiritual experience. They are not the cause of the feeling, they are the result. Drugs (including alcohol) don’t actually reproduce the cause of the glands making these chemicals, they just imitate (fake) some of the chemicals that are part of it. Consequently we have an effect which is similar in our bodies but is not in any way real. In fact it damages the connection between spirit and body through which we normally naturally experience these things, making it harder for us to maintain that connection. In the end, the only way we can get ‘high’ is by using this crap.

Modern society coerces us into actions that are not in line with the knowledge of our higher self. We get up and we ‘have’ to do stuff we don’t want to do. Stupid mindless repetitive work for example. Most of what we do is not good for us. Our bodies crave the joy that should be infusing us from our higher selves, and it isn’t there, because our higher selves are not fooled by the fake lives we are being led into like cattle. So we accept fake joy instead. And it takes us further away from a truly joyful life.

We have to wake up and understand that there is nothing in the Babylon system that is worth taking with us on our journey. Nothing. Everything it offers us is a lie, a fake. Everything. The festivals are a fake replacement of the free festivals which were taken away from us finally in 70’s. The bright sweets in the newsagents are fake berries full of poison. The bars and clubs in our towns are fake replicas of the communities we used to have. Community centers have replaced communities, money has replaced trust, sex has replaced love, false scarcity has replaced abundance and chemicals (mostly alcohol and prescription drugs) have replaced happiness.

We are weak and we accept them, because we imagine things would be even worse without them. This is fear-based thinking, and we have been trained in this since the moment we were born. We have to be strong because only by being strong can we have our real lives back. Love-based thinking requires an unfettered imagination. Fear only imagines the absence of what is, love imagines what can be. Fear cannot control the higher self, which is always free, it can only cut it off, and control our thinking. It can kill that imagination, and make us believe we have to accept this crap, because fear tells us imagination is dangerous, it will lead to disappointment.

Love is the opposite of fear. Or really, fear is just the absence of love. Love based thinking has no fear, and leads to love-based action. This is the only kind of action that can make the world a better place to live in. You know it when you do it, because you feel good, and when you don’t, you feel bad.

The guy who ‘discovered’ LSD was really excited. He took a bag of it to his Guru in India, hoping to impress the guy. He enthused about it at length, then the guru guy took the bag, ate the whole lot right in front of him and just smiled.

Babylon gets us caught up in things that don’t matter. Jobs, ‘lifestyles’ (including ‘alternative’), university courses, entertainment, whatever. It fills our heads with a false idea of what really matters, with a load of crap so there is no room to think for ourselves. It’s reinforced with TV and other media. Even those of us who don’t listen to their media are affected by it, through friends who do. They become role models for us in various aspects of our lives and we unknowingly take on board the sick value system that is promulgated by the Babylon system. As Spock (the Star Trek one) said, to resist the influence of others, knowledge of oneself is important. That can seem a daunting task to undertake, but when you understand that the truth is always simple, you can see that self-knowledge is not difficult to begin. I am far less complicated than my conceit was willing to admit.

My Mum and Dad were lucky. They always had love in their lives. I didn’t learn much from them then, but the things I am understanding now came from them. Now they are both dead, and I shed not one tear for either of them. They had better lives than most people I know. I shed tears for a few people I have known who died badly, and unfulfilled. People I loved.

All I can say is, if the thought of the death of someone you love makes you sad, if you fear the death of another, or even of yourself, then concentrate on doing everything you can to help that person (or yourself) to achieve their full potential. Their full potential, not some vision you have dreamed up for them, that’s just control. Then fear will start to leave your life, and you will start to see your real potential. The only way I can help myself is by helping others. All else is illusions. Alchemists and others sometimes call this ‘the great work’, and some of them even understand what it means. I am beginning to.

I have had good teachers, but most of all I thank my Mum and Dad. My Dad died yesterday, and today when I was told I was able to smile and say, yes I knew yesterday. I think of him and smile. A couple of tears, but they are of joy for his life. Thanks for that too.