That is Completely UN Scriptural

“There shall be signs in the sun, the moon, and the stars.” Luke 21:25

Astrology.

Bunk. Of the Devil. Evil.

I used to think of such things as astrology as sheer nonsense. Utter and COMPLETE Foolishness. The more I study spiritual things, the bible, etc. the more I am learning about how much is in there about astrological stuff that we have been TOLD to ignore. That we have been lead to believe is evil, when it seems to be – just the opposite. Allow me to explain.

I’m not talking about horoscopes here. Those are bunk. I’m talking about “Real” astrology – which means charting stars, birth times, and coordinates. Things forgotten for thousands of years and ignored by our scientists who think this place just sort of sprang into being and that everything is random. The church isn’t helping much either as they seem to possess fragments of taboo from the dark ages still.

There seems to be some sort of cultural stigma – at least for me –  that has been preserved as a cultural taboo due to the dark ages. You know – grab your torch and pitchfork – there’s an astrologer – let’s get him…. raaaaaah. Or in another situation, someone may respond “Get behind me Satan!!!!!”.

Some of my spiritual mentors have informed me that it is actually one of many tools that can be used to “Know thyself”, which would be part of any descent spiritual exploration program. 

So I gave it a shot.

I hired a “professional” astrologer. Not one of these clowns on late night television mind you, but someone who is bonafide. Tried and true. I even used my limited powers of intuition to find the ideal astrologer, for me anyway.

I had to get my birth data. Apparently it is not recorded on my birth certificate so I had to contact the hospital. We got the birth time close until the hospital replies back with the actual time.

We did the best we could with my birth data, and already the results seem promising. She told me things about myself, about my personality, even about things buried deep down inside that I don’t talk about at cocktail parties. I tried to apply the things she was saying to other people I know and they weren’t matching so I figured that yeah, this was me and not some generality that I was wanting to believe. She was specific, but allowed for flexibility in how things MAY unfold.

She told me about my ability to piss people off without even trying. She told me about my knees even. My knees you say?

My knees started hurting about a month ago. Here we are sitting here going through the astrological chart and then the next thing you know she states – your knees are probably going to be hurting pretty bad for the next 6 months and should have started hurting recently. Have they? Gulp. Yes, they have actually. It is the strangest thing – I’ve never had problems with my knees.

She gave me a blue print of what COULD occur within my ongoing marital struggles and that it was likely that by the time my wife may want to come back, that I would no longer want the relationship. I was saddened by this.

She was very candid and wouldn’t allow me to lie to myself. Dang. She said that sometimes it is difficult to lay these things out exactly because things can be misread or misinterpreted, but gave some upcoming time frames for when things were more likely to change. When the tides were favorable so to speak and when they were not. Which direction the winds of change would be blowing and for how long.

We will see how it all plays out, but I think I am sold so far. She had me at the knees.

In continuation of my previous post on Vitamins. This one will take a bit to warm up.

A few days ago, as I was coming to work – something sort of said to me as the odometer was approaching 140.00 – see where you are at when the odometer is at 140. I thought to myself – errr? What is this raucus?

Yup. Talking to myself again I guess… maybe. Perhaps it was a disincarnate spirit. Perhaps a “nature god”. Perhaps my higher self. Jesus? God? Earth Consciousness? My subconscious? I really don’t know at this point. I do know it was a thought though and it popped into my head out of nowhere so I went with it.

As I approached the magical 140 – well at first I thought that maybe this was related to the street sign I had just passed, but then I realized I was actually on a “bridge”.  Bridge. Interesting.

As I drove into work, I happened to pass right by bus #140. Interesting. The plot thickens.

I arrived at work and checked my email. The first message in there is something about “The Bridge – Step 9″. I zeroed in on this for two reasons: one – the girl who served me last night at Denny’s had her birthday on the 9th, and two – this bridge event which had happened earlier. So I read the email and went ahead and downloaded this ebook called “The Bridge”.  It is essentially a prayer / manifestion guide in the spirit of Mark 11:22, but with a new age flavor. That sounds great, but wait – it gets better.

This same morning I had a few dreams most of which are in my written dream journal offline; however, I thought I’d bring to the forefront – one of the dreams. In it, my wife and I were both riding back to our old house (I was driving) and came back the reverse direction from a long winding road in my hometown to our old house. She kept asking – do you normally come this way and similar questions. As you may know, we are currently separated and I’ve been fighting tooth and nail to get our marriage back together somehow – so this dream may have had some marital messaging for me in addition to any cosmic type guidance.

As I opened my brand new book, “the Bridge”, somehow the computer had switched it to page 30, which was The Bridge Reminder #6 – Getting Home! It discussed loving our enemies and such. I felt jolted as I recalled my dream about getting home the reverse direction. Home. Home sweet home. The back way????? Errrr?

I thought it was neat how the whole thing went down. Now one could certainly argue that all of this is merely a function of my brain or ego attempting to survive and recognizing patterns and attaching to them. Fair enough. I have thought much the same myself. However, here is the kicker. Once this stuff starts happening, it seems to get louder and louder until you start to pay attention and quit ignoring it – at least that is how it went down for me.

This all ties back into the idea that what we call reality is in a weird sort of way – actually a dream  – not that I’ve ever woken up from the dream – this is all purely theory and speculation at this point. Shohn’s tips for getting marriage back together – find out secrets of the universe – then get marriage back together. Perhaps my strategy is a bit off.

With this framework laid out, I have been attempting to follow / get guidance from what many would term in the new age as the “higher self”. It seems that there are a variety of channels for communicating with whatever is up there or out there in the blue ether.

Here is another example. I had a spiritual question on vitamins – rather – which ones to use. I had researched various herbs for enhancing dream vividness. The goal being to get my mind to such a level that I can have a “near death experience” and talk to the being at the end of the tunnel of light without the normally mandatory blood and guts for such an experience. If you are a Bible reader, you may recall the experience that Paul had in the desert on the way to Damascus – the blinding light? Well, instead of taking LSD or Peyote like normal folks, I’m trying to get my mind to operate at maximal levels to arise from this dream we call reality. This means I need appropriate neurotransmitter chemical thingies or something like that.

One herb I had found was something called the kava kava root. It is said to help reduce anxiety and allow for better sleep. Mmmmmmm -  reduced anxiety… yummy.

I was researching this in the morning.  I specifically looked this one up on wikipedia. Later on that night, I opened my herb book for the first time in a long time. It turned to a page about “Kava Kava” root – directly.  This was not in the middle of the book. It was a 300 page book. Coincidence?  You tell me.

I decided it wasn’t and went to the vitamin store for some good ol’ Kava Kava root.

At this time, I have been taking it for several days in conjunction with super doses of B vitamins.

The first night I took it, it felt sort of weird as I was fading into sleep. However, through this combination – I have noticed a definite improvement in the vividness of my dreams. Many seem “real”.  Since then, almost every single night – my dreams have been quite vivid – leaving impressions to sort through for much of the rest of the day.  No tunnel of light at this point, but hey I am still learning how to eat spiritual baby food here.

Well with my new found dream pills, I have been having some rather interesting dreams about the wife. The day before I had a dream that she was “cleaning” out our house, but wasn’t ready to come home. Last night I had a dream that she was “preparing” to come home. I can’t wait for this dream to become reality.

Well, I’ve had two Lucid dreams now since the holidays have ended. These dreams were so real, well, I thought it was real in my dream, yet I knew I was dreaming. Very fun stuff and yes cheaper than a movie. The movie industry will now have to hire all kinds of lobbyists to keep this cat in the bag. Free entertainment using one’s mind – what a concept.

I’ve recorded some of the other details offline, but I thought that this may help others who would like to travel the inner recesses of their own mind.

I’ve been vegetarian for almost 8 or 9 months now, and I noticed that by switching to that there was a marked improvement in the number of synchronization type events in my life (read about Carl Jung on google to learn more). I had a lucid dream about a week ago on the Sabbath, but wasn’t sure what caused it or if I could duplicate it. The conditions were eating spinach the day before and not much else, staying up much later than my usual time (i go to bed around 9 usually – this time I went to bed around 1), woke up at around 7 or so and walked around, went back to bed and was very WARM and cozy under the covers. I felt almost lethargic it was so cozy. The heat was cranked up a bit too. I had listened to something called Centerpoint, which is a meditation / trance induction mental enhancement type music, daily each night before.

I simply repeated each of the steps above and whammmo lucid dream again. Previously, I could never quite narrow down what caused them other than being really tired. Now I think I’ve found a way to trick the body into being tired.

At this point one of them seems to be tied to reality somehow, the reason is, in the dream, I started driving a royal blue P.T. cruiser with a manual transmission (stick) and I’ve never seen or heard of one of these bad boys, but I found out today that a friend of mine has friends who used one of these very rare vehicles, at least in my mind, for transporting folks to church or something like that. Maybe I need to meet them for some reason, who knows with dreams.

Ramble on….this post is going to be multi-layered and blend two-three threads at once like a bad Tarantino flick. I hope you can keep up.

Awhile back when I had turned into a Bible superhero I had decided to learn Hebrew, the language behind our modern day Bibles. There is so much more color and form in the Hebrew than there is English. Sort of like Ravioli out of a can vs. Ravioli at a 5 star restaurant. Just more flavor ya know?

I would recall reading something in English and kind of going …. yawn on some of the stuff – particularly the geneaology. However, unlike English – in Hebrew every name has meaning. Think Dances with Wolves for a second to get the idea.

In addition, even though English is the lingua franca now a days, I also wanted to learn other languages – Czech for example – so I could really impress a bunch of old beer slamming men from my home town. I had a strong suspicion that Hebrew would help with learning other languages. Just call it a gut instinct – something to do with there perhaps being a pre-Atlantean language that was largely unified.

I started out by working on the Hebrew alphabet and what not. Then eventually realized – this ain’t happening. It will take me forever to learn the language this way. It doesn’t work the way my brain works.

I found something called the Ancient Hebrew Research Center. After reviewing the materials I found out the basis for much of our language makes sense. It almost looks like the Hebrew language was architected even rather than going through evolutionary cycles. Most of it …. makes sense unlike English which seems to have 100000000 gaziliion million trillion arbitrarily defined rules for engagement and spelling.

As I continued this path, I found a book calle “The Word”. It is a Hebrew-English dictionary with a twist. It looks at the Hebrew roots behind the English word.

To get a better understanding – in the King James – it talks about he mercy seat over the ark of the covenant. Some of you may remember the Ark from one of the Indiana Jones flicks. The word behind the Mercy seat was the Hebrew word KPHR – KOPHAR …. or … our English word  “Cover”.

Well, it seems that much of our language indeed most languages can trace their ancestry to common roots I am starting to discover. What this means is that I can leverage this to learn the basis languages – Hebrew, Indian, perhaps a bit ancient Greek, and Egyptian here and there to learn other languages.

As I continue down this path, I find myself developing a rather sad yet curious ability. You may recall the movie Star Gate and the scientist named Daniel Jackson who could read various ancient (ancient -from the Hebrew word NOSHUN or NOSHENET!!) languages. Well, as I browse the internet looking at various ancient texts / artifacts I find myself able to “read” to some degree what would otherwise look like gibberish from old rock paintings and what not. I find it somewhat surreal. Whoooahh… I’m reading freakin proto-Hebrew script. How exactly did I get here again?

This is truly amazing though if you stop and think about. If one puts ones mind to it, the Internet has allowed commoners like me to learn ancient languages if they so choose in a reasonable amount of time.  I imagine previously that one would have had to decide to be in a career along those lines.

For my next project, I plan to learn Egyptian Heiroglyphs. Maybe not. Actually, I did start looking into that and found that I may be able to link some Hebrew to ancient Egyptian. Our word for hour, for example, comes from the Egyptian God Horus.

Where does this start to glue together into the big picture of my search for the inner kingdom? Well, you see I have discovered Christian linkages to the ancient savior gods going all the way back to Egypt. That troubled me at one point, but then I found other things. At this point I have concluded that our beloved Jesus was real, but the Romans stole him and turned him into a pagan god at some point. Until I get into the inner kingdom that lies within, I have to rely sole on my analytical abilities.

The thing is – even the pagan god stories were often allegory for deeper truths that talk about how our minds work and how to grow spiritually – yet in the olden days the priests kept all the good stuff to themselves. That was what was so big about Jesus. He usurped that whole system. It used to be that the priests would have these temple prostitutes getting nailed by men… sucking out their vital life force (look up new age stuff) and then use it themselves to control various nature gods…  so what is wild… and this totally freaks out my western mind .. is that there were actual entities running around that could be controlled and what not.

There are even places today in certain parts of Ireland where similar stuff – minus the prostitution – still works on crops and what not. I guess it is the “belief” / intention that gives the life force away into this world and allows the prayers to impact this world to some degree. I always wondered why someone could pray to Buddha or the Dali Lhama and still get results.

Anyway, as part of my search to gain a better understanding of these things I felt it would be necessary to understand ancient cultures. The god Jupiter wasn’t about a god named jupiter to the inner circle of cool kids, but instead a part of our own mind and perhaps even…. the higher self… that bright tunnel of light often mentioned in near death experiences. You get it ? Allegory for deeper stuff that is actually within? Have you ever thought about where your thoughts come from?  I have. Think about it. Really… where do they come from? Are they random? Are they a function of electrical signals? You’re tuning out… please .. hang with me a bit longer…..

Now let me tell you about another experience. When I was in college I recall cruising through a library at break neck speed. All of a sudden…… something told me to STOP. I did…and as I turned to the right…. there it was.

The Egyptian Book of the Dead.

It freaked me out a bit. Puzzled. What is this nonsense. Why am I suddenly stopping here? Where did that thought come from? Puzzled. I look at it. I have fear. The book stares at me. I flashback to high school for a minute.

A classmate of mine from high-school used to discuss this book with me – her name was Theresa. We would joke about this particular book for some reason. It was a joke then, but here was this joke suddenly coming into the fore front of my mind again out of nowhere. I recall us labelling this particular work as being evil and I have no idea why. It was what we were taught I suppose.

Puzzled again… I cruise on and think about this book no more for about 10 years, but here I am trying to uncover the 10 commandments and lo and behold… I find linkage to the Egyptian Book of the Dead. Great. I’m thinking… okay either everything I have been told is a lie or… there is an even bigger picture. So I investigate.

It is a much bigger picture than I could possibly imagine, yet after much investigation.. within a short while.. I very quickly realize that it would take many many many lifetimes to get the answers I seek using this approach. My approach is flawed. I need a bigger brain and faster reading ability to pull this off… or I need to tap into something bigger. I decide the latter approach is the best. If Jesus could read minds, why can’t I dang it. He said we would do greater things anyway. Don’t put baby in a corner.

This whole Book of the Dead thing.

I start to connect the dots from my childhood…  questions… questions … why some people are born with a “calling” and others are not. Why are some born with psychic gifts and others are not. Why is there always one moron in every class?

The picture is forming. I was a student of astronomy from a young age. In kindergarten I could explain the water vapor cycle and by 2nd great was explaining the intricacies of red and white blood cells to my aunts who were 10 years my senior.

I started analyzing my past. As a child it would have been more pure. These thoughts I have now… they are impacted and often shaped by what I have been taught, experienced, read, or seen on TV perhaps. As a child it is pure. I figure that some of it must have come from whatever former lives I may have had, but still can’t remember. I mean really…. what on God’s green earth would cause a 5 year old to want to learn about astronomy of all things? It doesn’t add up. My dad wasn’t into that nor was anyone I knew. It seemed random. Why did I decide to learn the Greek alphabet and study other ancient alphabets as a kid? You see what I’m getting at? It doesn’t make sense for a kid in this culture to be almost drawn to stuff like that like a bug to a light bulb.

I start going through various memories and the dots start coming together. This whole search for truth I have been on for the last 2.5 years starts to make sense as I connect all the dots… sort of like realizing that the basis for your native tongue is actually Hebrew though very few know this. I recall seemingly small events that shaped where I am today.

These lifetime type events spiralling into my now, are now occurring on a daily basis. Those dots formed over my entire life now seem to happen almost daily.

Synchroncity is the term. Out of the blue coincidences that seem ordained from somewhere beyond this world.

I have a friend of mine that happens to have synchronicity events whenever she converses with me for an extended period. In the new age they might say that we are vibrationally similar or something. Anyway, this friend tells me that now events in her life are happening in a synchronistic fashion. That is … out of the blue coincidences that most of us tend to ignore. Well, if you start to pay attention to them instead of just going.. that was weird….. stuff can start happening. By stuff, I mean weird coincidences that get you started towards your purpose in life – your calling as it were.

Just for examples, and this is on the level of  parlor tricks…..but… this is what I have gotten so far:

I called a dolphin. What you say? Yes I did. The hell you say. For proof, It’s on film. I was at Sea World with my kids. There are dolphins, but I want one to come up close for my kids. The dolphins keep going round and round but won’t come up. There are hundreds of people around the pool where they are at. I say to myself. I wonder if I can call the Dolphin using my mind powers. It’s worth a shot and it’s not like anyone is ever going to know about this (until now) and think I’m crazy. Let it go……. let go… let’s try this.

So.. in my mind, I picture the dolphins coming over to my kids and then I starting saying… “here dolphin dolphin dolphin” in my head. A couple minutes later…. one dolphin comes up and hangs out by my kids….. just my kids… for like 5 minutes. It was long enough for me to wonder if it was going to leave sort of like massive head wound harry of the Saturday night live ilk.

On the way home…. I’m thinking… whatever man.. that was just coincidence. Trying to talk myself out of it. It was just chance. That’s the ego talking I guess.

So I decided to perform a little thought experiment again. My kids are in the back of the car… and I start saying to my son in my head… Candy. Candy. Candy.

Over and over I say this to him…. in my head. I try to go easy with it. Don’t force it. Let it go.

A minute later…. Daddy… pull over I want some candy.

I caution you. He hasn’t ever done this.

Where did my son’s thought come from? Was it random? Was the Dolphin random? What about the Egyptian Book of the Dead?

For the record and so that this is balanced, I also tried “Brocolli Brocolli”, but he didn’t say “Daddy pull over and get me some Brocolli”, so take it for what it is worth. I do know that he has never done that though. Maybe he was vibrationally aligned with candy 🙂

This is where the plot thickens. Stuff like this is natural for all of us I have read; however, we have been taught to dismiss it. As though… the universe isn’t in the mind of God anyway.

Well, as we look at the scriptures.. in a variety of religious platforms we start to realize…. they are all saying the same thing just differently. For the Jesus crowd, think of it differently… yes Jesus was real, but…. the scriptures had enough mishistory to make one question. Jesus was a Nazirine… it was a vow….. not a town yo. Look it up. Anyway, Jesus would have been allegory on some levels for the prophet within you…. that God spark within all of us see?

When you start to really zoom in, we will find that our minds start to open and stuff like my fun with the Dolphins is a byproduct of that at times.  I now know why I had a strange affinity for the Miami Dolphins when I was younger 🙂

At this point, if you are traditional / fundamentalists – you may have alarm bells going off, yet there is a part of you that is longing to know more. A sort of internal conflict if you will. I can relate what I describe as a fear of this stuff at first. Do not go near the forbidden zone as in Planet of the Apes. Yet, the more I dig… the more exciting this becomes and the more boring regular life becomes. Jesus had said that he came to bring us life… and life abundantly. I think this is a start. do you think he was lying? What about the mysteries Paul was referring to? What about the milk of the gospel?

Yet, we must live in the world, but be apart from it. I’m thinking that means with each moment – play out the role you are in, but… think about each choice… consciously. Think. Love.

Are those your thoughts or did they come from somewhere else?

Something to think about anyway.

One incident I recall from my past was somehow …. guessing what my bosses password was and somehow setting it to my password. It was probably first “true” exposure to the possibility that psychic abilities may actually be real.

Let me replay this for you…. I set my password to celestar8.  I have no idea where I came up with that. I was working as a student worker at the time and needed the bosses password while he was way on vacation. I was a systems administrator at the time and needed to get into a system that was having challenges.

Anyway, since I couldn’t reach him at the time, I installed a password cracking program on his workstation to retrieve his password.

As the password cracking program started going – it revealed his password to be … yeah you guessed it … celestar8.

What the ????????    I remember feeling slightly dirty… like… how in the world did this happen? Can this be chance? What is going on here? I don’t get it. This can’t be chance.

What are the odds? Play Texas Lottery.