Tuesday, October 17, 2017

DROWNING IN BLACKPOOL

As a child, I went with the family to Blackpool, (a seaside resort). I was 6 years old and boys being boys, I decided to go in the Ocean for a swim. Conveniently, I forgot that my idea of swimming was to flop my arms and kick one leg, the other keeping good contact with the bottom of the small swimming pool in Sowerby Bridge in Yorkshire. I was doing quite well until a large wave rolled clean over the top of me and then proceeded to drag me out about 20 feet or so. When I felt for the bottom it was gone! I immediately sunk down about 15 feet and there I found the bottom. Horrendous fear and panic arose as I had swallowed, what I perceived to be, half of the Atlantic Ocean. Somehow I struggled to the surface and before I could catch a breath another wave went over me.

There was a small boat about 10 feet away from me with 6 or 8 tourists, laughing and joking as they waited to go out for a trip. The fear, desperation and uncontrollable panic stopped me from crying out for help. I did my best but nothing came out, except seawater. Down I went for the second
time and hit the bottom again.

This time I met the God of Death. I don't need to tell what that was like. He said to me, "You're going to die today. I'll be waiting for you!" At that stage, I think I pissed myself. Somehow I got to the surface again. Once there I focused on a young man I could see in the boat. I had been taught to pray, so in a nano-second I prayed, pleaded and begged for my life to be saved. My prayer went so, " Please, please, please save me God! I will do anything you tell me to do for the rest of my life if You will please save me!! At that point I went down for the third time. The pain in my head and lungs was now at bursting point. As far as I was concerned my life was over before it had really begun and I knew He was at the bottom waiting for me. As that thought flashed through the mind, a hand grabbed my hair and yanked me to the surface. The next thing I remember was coughing up the Atlantic Ocean in the relative safety of the small boat.

The young man, who I had focused on, just before I went down again, had hauled me out. "Are you alright son?" he asked. "Are you OK?"
"I'm alright." I coughed and blurted out.
"Where's your mother? I'll take you back to her."
"No, please mister. Don't tell mi mum. She'll kill me. I'm not supposed to go in the water!"

Once he saw I was all right, he turned the boat around and put me on the beach. When I got back to where my mother was sitting, she said, "Where the bloody hell have you been, you little bleeder? Have you been in that bloody water when I told you not to?"
"No mum, only paddling."
"Stay here with me and don't go bloody wandering off on your own. And don't go in that bloody water again. People who can't swim have drowned in the water. I'm sure you don’t want to experience that do you?"
"No mum." I said.

From that day to this, I have lived on borrowed time. I have also kept the promise I made. There has been many times over the years that I questioned my plea for help. Regardless of that I am still here, following His orders. The first time I heard that voice again, (after Blackpool) it said to me, "Leave this place and go to Australia."

By the way, tattooing my head was not my bright idea. I'll give you one guess who thought that one up!

Monday, May 22, 2017

HOW GODS BILLBOARD CAME TO BE












 Perhaps it was 10 years ago, maybe more, before we had a computer when the radio was our source of information & entertainment. Broadcasting out of New York City was a radio host who was (at that time) a 'shocking' sensation.  Rude, crude & vulgar were his trademarks. We would listen to him to see if he could be any more controversial than he was the day before. This one morning we were having breakfast with the radio on. There was a guest on the show who was having a dispute with the 'shock-jock' about something he was telling the host that he felt really strongly about..that he was really committed to.
"Bullshit!", said the shows' host.."If you were really committed, you'd tattoo it on your forehead!"

We couldn't believe what we were hearing. The shock of this led to fist bumps in the air and high 5's!

Take into account the fact that many years before, Guru Om had, in meditation, received this message. "Remember when you were a little boy at Blackpool and you were drowning? You said that if I saved your life you would do ANYTHING for me. Well, I want you to tattoo these symbols on your forehead. You will be my billboard! You will carry the formula for the Destruction of Ignorance for all the world to see! Without destruction how can there be Creation?"

For over  a year after the tattooing happened, Guruji would not leave the house very much and when he did, little old ladies would cross themselves when they saw him and say 'DIABLO!'  Or people would cross the street to avoid passing by him. One man walking through a parking lot with his dog saw Gurji and said to the dog, "You did not see that, it was a figment of your imagination!"

Often I would hear myself say, "Your loss will be your gain!" It took a while before that statement was changed to, "Your loss IS your gain!"

I often wondered why so few people would ask Guruji (perhaps 2 in 20 years) what the symbols meant or even ask the question, "Why would you do such a drastic thing as that?"  I asked one young woman. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to what the marks mean?" (I would have followed him down the street to catch up to him to ask, as I am, by nature, full of curiosity.) Her response was, "Oh, I didn't want to ask. I thought it was personal." When I told Guruji about this little encounter he said, "If it was personal I would have tattooed it on my ass!"

So dear 'shock-jock' Thanks for the validation!






Monday, May 15, 2017

HOW GODS BILLBOARD CAME TO BE












  Perhaps it was 10 years ago, maybe more, before we had a computer when the radio was our source of information & entertainment. Broadcasting out of New York City was a radio host who was (at that time) a 'shocking' sensation.  Rude, crude & vulgar were his trademarks. We would listen to him to see if he could be any more controversial than he was the day before. This one morning we were having breakfast with the radio on. There was a guest on the show who was having a dispute with the 'shock-jock' about something he was telling the host that he felt really strongly about..that he was really committed to his beliefs.
"Bullshit!", said the show host.."If you were really committed, you'd tattoo it on your forehead!"

We couldn't believe what we were hearing. The shock of this led to fist bumps in the air and high 5's!

Take into account the fact that many years before, Guru Om had, in meditation, received this message. "Remember when you were a little boy at Blackpool and you were drowning? You said that if I saved your life you would do ANYTHING for me. Well, I want you to tattoo these symbols on your forehead. You will be my billboard! You will carry the formula for the Destruction of Ignorance for all the world to see! Without destruction how can there be Creation?"

For over  a year after the tattooing happened, Guruji would not leave the house very much and when he did, little old ladies would cross themselves when they saw him and say 'DIABLO!'  Or people would cross the street to avoid passing by him. One man walking through a parking lot with his dog saw Gurji and said to the dog, "You did not see that, it was a figment of your imagination!"

Often I would hear myself say, "Your loss will be your gain!" It took a while before that statement was changed to, "Your loss IS your gain!"

I often wondered why so few people would ask Guruji (perhaps 3 in 29 years) what the symbols meant or even ask the question, "Why would you do such a drastic thing as that?"  I asked one young woman. "Aren't you the least bit curious as to what the marks mean?" (I would have followed him down the street to catch up to him to ask, as I am, by nature, full of curiosity.) Her response was, "Oh, I didn't want to ask. I thought it was personal." When I told Guruji about this little encounter he said, "If it was personal I would have tattooed it on my ass!"

So dear 'shock-jock' Thanks for the validation!






Thursday, July 2, 2015

NO HALF-MEASURES

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In my world you are either
ignorant or enlightened.
In my world there are
no half-measures.
There is no such thing as
being half-awake.
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Love & fear cannot live
under the same roof
without friction.
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Only a man who has found out
what he is willing to die for
can truly live.
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Manifest your capacity
to love or die.
It's up to you.
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If you truly want to experience love
don't go to the ocean with a thimble.
And don't complain you didn't get much.
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Sometime ago, I was conversing with an Aborigine, in the Blue Mountains. We were discussing the collective state of humanity. He said to me, "Guru, men have been killing, cheating & robbing each other for thousands of years. What makes you think it's going to change?" My reply to him was very simple & truthful, "Because I'm here now George!" That mans' heart opened so wide, tears ran down my cheeks.
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Love will never
fit your concepts.
It will always
destroy them.
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Surrender happens
automatically
when you don't have
anything to protect.

Sunday, June 28, 2015

A TALE FROM THE OUTBACK:: MY PAL JOEY

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Peter Smith came back out to old Burts' place to see me. He pulled up in Burts' yard one evening and jumped out of his blue Ute.
"G'day Yorky.", he said, as he walked around the back of the Ute.
"G'day Peter. How're you going?"
"Good mate. I brought ya something."
He leaned over the side of the Ute and pulled out a large wheat bag that was tied with a lump of bailing twine.
"What's in the bag Peter?"
"Open her up and have a 'butchers' mate, but be careful."
He handed me the large sack and immediately whatever was inside started to move around.
"What's inside Peter?"
"Open the bastard up mate, if ya wanna know."
I undid the bow which kept the bag shut tight and when I peered down inside it, I saw a young joey kangaroo.
"It's a joey Pete!"
"Yeh mate. I thought ya might like it. It'll be a bit of company for ya. Ya just have to feed it a bottle of boiled milk morning and night but don't be surprised if it dies on ya 'cause they're a bit hard to raise most times."
"Where am I gonna put it?"
"Come on inside ya hut. I'll show ya how to do it mate."
When we got inside the tin hut, Peter opened the bag and stuck his hand inside and then pulled the young joey out of the bag by its' tail. It was quite scared of being out in the light so it started to kick and make a clicking sound.
"Stick him up ya jumper mate. He'll quieten down then."
The young joey crawled up under mi jumper, back into the dark and was quiet as a mouse again, once he made himself comfortable under mi armpit.
"Ya leave the top of the bag tied like this mate, then ya hang it on a nail. This one over here will do. Next, ya cut a slit along the bag, like so. Then it resembles its mothers' pouch. That's it. That'll do mate."
"How do I feed it Peter?"
"Ya git old Kay to boil up a small amount of milk and then ya put it in a bottle and ya put a small amount of burnt cinder powder in it. That'll stop him from getting the scowers. Ya put the rubber teet on the end and the first couple of times you'll have to hold him and force it in his mouth but as soon as he knows the bottle's full of warm milk he'll hold the bottle himself with his hands and feed himself. We'll go over and see old Kay. She used to have a pet too but it got too big and cranky so she let him go. She'll be glad to give ya a hand looking after it. It'll remind her of the time she got her first pet roo, mate.", he said, with a knowing, cheeky wink.
Peter was no mug. When Kay Booth saw the joey she was more than happy to help so old Burt couldn't say a word about it. Kay proceeded to tell us all about her pet roo which took about half an hour and when Peter and I got back to mi shed he said,
"I told ya sport. She's on our side now. Better to have old Kay as a friend. It'll make ya life a bit easier out here. How's things going anyway, Yorky?"
I told Peter about old Burt doing his nut and chasing me with the axe.
"Gawd Streuth mate! We've gotta git ya out of this place while ya still in one piece! I've got a place in mind for ya to go but the bloke is still waiting for a contract to come through and as soon as it does, ya outa' here. I'd take ya back to my place tonight but there's no room and there's no work so I can't do that. Ya think ya can hang on at this place for a while longer?"
"Yeh, I'll be alright. He's been a bit better since he chased me with the axe but I don't like old Burt. He's as miserable as chickenshit."
"Ya not wrong there mate and you're not the only one who thinks that. Anyway mate, I'll be back to see ya again soon so look after ya self Yorky and don't let the bastard git ya down, alright?"
"Alright mate. Thanks for the joey and thanks for looking out for me."
"No worries mate. I'd do the same for a white feller."
"Oh that's a good joke Peter. I'll save that one for old Burt one day."
After Peter left, Mrs. Booth came over with a bottle of milk with a lambs teet on the end of it.
"Do you want to see if he's hungry Richard?"
"Yeh, let's try him. They shot his mother along with the rest of the mob so he's probably a bit hungry now and he won't feel so frightened once he gets some warm milk into him."
The young joey kicked and scratched as he tried to get away from me when I took him out of his new pouch.
"Hold him firm while I get the teet in his mouth.", said Kay.
Once the joey tasted the warm cows milk, he started to settle down until he had finished three-quarters of the bottle. Then he pissed on mi trousers and started to struggle again so I put him back in the old wheat-bag pouch. As soon as he saw the tear across the front of the bag he hopped in headfirst and rolled over on his back then curled himself into a tight ball and went to sleep.
After a week or so, joey could get out of the bag himself. He could sit right up on his back legs and tail. Already he had learned to hold the bottle himself. He looked so sweet as he sat on the floor of mi hut feeding himself and looking around.
Sometimes at night I'd put him in mi bed but one night he pissed all over the sheets so sleeping in the bed with me was now out of bounds to him. Another week and he could hop up on the bed himself but he could not distinguish between the bed and the old dressing table so many a time he would hop up on the table and knock the photos and mi other knick-knacks all over the place. One night when he saw his reflection in the mirror he tried to kick it to death and almost cracked the mirror.
Joey was a lot of fun. Peter was right, it made staying at old Burts' place a bit more tolerable but life being what it is, it soon took joey away from me.
One cold morning at about 4 O'clock, I woke up with a start for some unknown reason. I switched on the one light bulb. Nothing seemed out of place but something did not feel right. Joey was sat in his pouch with his head out of the slit in the bag. His big black eyes were staring across at me.
"Put ya head back in mate, it's a cold morning.", I said but he never moved. "Git back in the pouch where it's warm, joey, or you'll git cold."
I got out of bed and walked across the cold oil-cloth to where joeys' bag was hanging. When I touched his furry head he was as stiff as a board and at once I knew he was dead.
"Oh fuck! Why did you have to go and die just when we were having a good time together?"
When I tried to get joey out of the bag pouch, I saw the reason for his death. A loose strand of bag had gotten twisted around his neck as he got back in his pouch, head first and as soon as he tried to turn around, the piece of frayed string had tightened around his throat and choked him. I had a good cry to myself as I cut the string from around his neck and pulled his stiff little body out of the bag.
Before breakfast, I showed old Kay what had happened and she was also quite upset about it. When Burt found out he said,
"They're pretty hard to raise. If they don't get the scowers they git a cold and if it's not any of those two things, it's something else."
"What do I do with him now Burt? Shall I bury him somewhere?"
"Na mate, just chuck his body to the pigs. It's no good to him now so the pigs may as well eat it. Everything has some use in the bush, mate. We''ll all end up as tucker for something one of these days."
For once, I could see that old Burt was right. Joey could no longer use a dead roos' body, so I hardened my heart and threw the dead body into the pigs pen and walked away.

Saturday, June 27, 2015

A REQUEST FROM MICHELLE YORK

Michelle York here.
Guruji allows me to post words that I hear from him on this blog. I have been doing this since I was gifted with a computer in 2007. I support, financially & emotionally, the work that Guruji does. As the Destroyer of Ignorance, the 16th Domino, He has the power to bring about Transmutation on this Planet.

I design & make jewelry in order to support Gurujis' work.
I am using these pieces as fund raising tools for a project I am extremely passionate about.
Look & contact me @ yorkmich@gmail.com.
I can also custom make something according to your own design.

https://rockstarjewelry.wordpress.com/

I will be posting more pieces in the near future.
Always your well-wishing friend.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

MY MADNESS WILL CURE YOUR MADNESS ©

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THE WORLD IS AN ILLUSION ~ LYRICS

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Where you present at your birth?
Do you remember dying?
Do you really understand?
Or do you spend your lifetime trying?
People tell you who you are
And what you should be doing.
But you never stop and look yourself,
You just spend your lifetime fooling.
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Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
Give it up,
Give it up,
It causes too much confusion.
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If you stop just for a moment
And you care to look inside
You'll find out what I'm saying
Is so easy to realize.
Then you won't have to be and do
Just what they want you to.
You can be yourself at any cost
And do well what you do.
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Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
Give it up,
Give it up,
It causes too much confusion.
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You pretend that you don't know
Just what you want to do.
'Cause it saves you from the pain
If you cannot follow through.
And freedom is a heavy word
You've learned to go around.
It keeps you stuck in your small world
And pulls you further down.
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Give it up,
Give it up,
The World is an illusion.
Give it up,
Give it up,
It causes too much confusion.

Sunday, June 14, 2015

WHAT KEEPS THE SEEN ALIVE?

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc

It's the unseen
that keeps the
seen alive.
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When you don't
take care of the past,
don't expect a
different future.
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If you are going to be selfish
then at least do it right.
See yourself in everyone &
everyone in yourself.
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Now, the beauty is were someone to say to you, "you are a selfish bastard!" You will reply with a huge smile & say, "I AM..thank you for noticing."
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Lack of compassion
leads to pain & suffering.
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There is no such thing
as failure with the Guru.
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I AM
my own
yardstick.
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I have been through pain & suffering
so I know what it's all about.
I don't wish it on anyone.
I wish you well.
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It is childish to wish for something for yourself.
It is child-like to wish for others.
I AM the wish-fulfilling tree.
Chintamani
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Everything that is dangerous comes with a warning. Here is my warning. "Be careful what you wish for...you will get it."
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I AM living the unimaginable.
This is not how I imagined
life to be, on this Planet.
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The People have the Power.'They' have no power. That does not mean they are stupid. They create so much fear that the people willingly give them the power to go to war!
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What is the Catalyst
that brings up fear?
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That's all
I can do
is give.
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It's
there
for everyone.
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The mirror doesn't
care who looks
into it.
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When one knows what is
acceptable & not-acceptable
then all one can do is wait.
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Everyone gets what they imagine.
It just doesn't come in the
shape & form they recognize.
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Attraction to the Mantra
produces True Happiness.
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Life-Supporting actions
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God makes it possible for you to deny Him.
He also makes it possible for you to love him.
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They sing 'hymns'
not hers.
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Everything that you need,
in life, is within you.
It's a self-contained package.
And Love is what makes it possible.
Respect is the foundation that a
relationship can be built on.
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Vigilance is a
Siddhi Power.
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The Guru
is the
Grace
Bestowing
Power.
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Love is a very,
very dangerous power.
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Success is a
Facet of Love.
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You can't write about
what you haven't seen.
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The painting is in the canvas.
The world is in the void.
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By identifying with the limited
you take on its nature.
Hence you believe in birth & death.
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You can have control
over the whole Universe
but only as WITNESS.
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Will you ever know
the joy of discipline?
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You believe
because you
don't know.
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The Foundation
of it all
is TRUST.
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"If brains were gunpowder boy,
you wouldn't have enough to
blow your bloody hat off!"
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When the fruit is ripe
it falls from the tree.
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'I'm forever blowing bubbles'
should be the theme song
for the Federal Reserve.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

THERE IS NO WORLD WITHOUT YOU

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cs19_cSXbhk&feature=channel_video_title
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bWLqu5DWtbw
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J__kLNLIPpA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7tlg_HiZsc

What's the point of
doing anything
if it doesn't
produce joy?
The alternative is
focusing on misery.
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You claim to
have choice
then use it!
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What can I
tell you ~
I AM.
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It was a good day.
It had to be
we got through it.
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Doing the will of love itself.
What higher purpose in life?
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If you want proof
look to yourself.
You are the proof for you.
There is no world without you.