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Etheric Archon Grid - LOVE & Goddess Vortex Technology is Now Needed -
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2013-01-05T17:48:18.000Z
2013-01-05T17:48:18.000Z
Brett Berg
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<div><p><a href="http://2012portal.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/etheric-archon-grid-after-successful.html">http://2012portal.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/etheric-archon-grid-after-successful.html</a></p><h2 class="date-header">Thursday, January 3, 2013</h2><div class="date-posts"><div class="post-outer"><div class="post hentry"><div class="post-header"><div class="post-header-line-1"></div></div><div class="post-body entry-content"><div dir="ltr"><div>Etheric Archon Grid</div><br /><div>After the successful opening of the Portal on December 21st, the etheric Archon grid is the main factor delaying the Event. If the Event was triggered, the etheric Archons would influence everyone involved: the surface Light forces carrying out the Event, the general population as well as the Cabal and all this would turn the Event into a disaster.</div><br /><div>Etheric Archon grid must be removed to a great extent for the Event to happen. For the Light forces to be more successful in removing the etheric Archon grid, more awareness of its existence is needed among the general population.</div><br /><div>Etheric Archon grid is present in a thin layer that extends 8.6 miles upwards into the sky from the surface profile of our planet and also 8.6 miles downwards from the surface profile into the Earth's crust. The backbone of the etheric Archon grid is a network of etheric hyperdimensional black hole wormholes which contain billions upon billions of reptilian and amoeba-like entities. When the Light from the Galactic central sun hits the wormholes, they cough up those entities who in turn begin to attack any Light beings they can find, those in incarnation and those on the non-physical planes. This is the reason of energy attacks that many lightworkers and light warriors are experiencing. The non-physical Light forces can remove the released negative entities after some time and teleport them into the Galactic central sun, but until then usually some damage is done already. Again, if more awareness is present about what is really going on, the Light forces will be more effective in protecting us and removing those negative entities.<br /><br /><div class="separator"></div></div><br /><div>The etheric Archon grid is controlled by a very small group of etheric Archons who give their orders to millions of etheric Draconians (sector commanders), those to billions of reptilians (warriors) and those to amoebas (semi-conscious elemental beings that just obey orders without questioning). </div><br /><div>The Archons control the grid with advanced etheric technology. The whole etheric plane within the 17.2 mile layer controlled by the Archons is permeated with strong electromagnetic field chambers that can distort space-time structure according to the program of the etheric mainframe computer program which directs the flow of etheric energies worldwide in a way that controls humanity the most. These chambers detect all positive thoughts and emotions and if these are too powerful, the chambers send a signal to the etheric mainframe computer which then tightens the grid of distorted electromagnetic field around the person experiencing positivity, effectively shutting it down. If this is not enough, it activates additional ELF chambers with a low frequency infrasound hum that suppresses the person, with additional electric pulses sent into the solar plexus chakra to shortcircuit the kundalini energy, shutting it down. This is sometimes combined with strong electromagnetic fields around the third eye chakra, disorienting the mind and making the person sleepy or almost drugged. Along with that, strong negative thoughtforms are projected, constantly bombarding the mind of the person. <br /><br /><div class="separator"></div></div><br /><div>Apart from all that, every person in incarnation has an energy amoeba parasite attached to the solar plexus area, which tries to control the emotional life of that person. It also connects with amoeba parasites in other persons, orchestrating conflicts.</div><br /><div>Etheric Archons transmit data from the etheric mainframe computer into the physical Black Box which is in possession of one of the main Italian black nobility families and is connected with the physical mainframe computer of the Cabal (»the Beast«) and then linked to mainframe computers inside NSA. Although the Light forces have managed to put a computer virus into the Black Box, this virus has not been as successful as we have hoped. </div><br /><div>Etheric Archons are very allergic to a few things. First to the energy of Love, especially to Love between a man and a woman. When they see a happy couple, they want to destroy the Love between them, because that Love gives the power to the non-physical Light forces to remove the etheric Archons and their minions.</div><br /><div>Second, they are allergic to healthy sexual energy. They suppress this energy in the human population, and when they are not successful in suppressing it, they pervert it. Sexual energy is the life force itself and when they succeed in suppressing it, they get a sheeple population on the surface of the planet that can easily be controlled.</div><br /><div>Third, they are allergic to energies of positive ET civilizations and energies of the Ascended Masters. They try to suppress, distort and manipulate these energies whenever possible. </div><br /><div>Etheric Archon grid is present around this planet for the last 26,000 years and was greatly reinforced during Congo Archon invasion in 1996 when it was strengthened by many reptilian entities from our Galaxy and from the Andromeda galaxy as well. In late 1995, Archons became afraid that the Galactic Confederation will make real contact with the surface population of this planet and they reinforced the grid to prevent that. Most of those reinforcements have already been cleared away into the Galactic central sun and there are special plans created by the Light forces that I am not yet allowed to speak about, for those reptilians remaining. </div><br /><div>I am not describing all this to frighten you, but to bring awareness into a situation that is happening to many people right now so that we can transform it.</div><br /><div>Goddes Vortex technology, combined with our awareness, will dissolve the etheric Archon grid. I will dedicate a separate blog post to the Goddess Vortex technology, describing it in detail. </div><br /><div>I have recieved instructions to create something called the Archon Patrol. It will be a facebook group where members will report Archons' influence and energy attacks upon them and other members of the group will send them healing and support. This is how we will maintain the awareness of the situation. Hereby I am asking the right person to step forward to create and moderate the Archon Patrol facebook group and I will give him/her further instructions.</div><br /><div>Apart from that, I am also asking people with advanced expertise in healing of post-traumatic stress, in soul retrieval, in energy protection and in exorcism (negative entity removal) to contact me at<a href="mailto:cobraresistance@gmail.com">cobraresistance@gmail.com</a>, detailing their area and level of expertise. We are creating a core group team to finaly start dealing with the situation.</div><br /><div>The Pleiadians have asked me not to release the Ascension plan until the etheric Archon situation is properly adressed. I apologize for the inconvenience.</div><br /><div>Anyway, Victory of the Light!</div></div></div><div class="post-footer"><div class="post-footer-line post-footer-line-1">Posted by <a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/17475861052651288889" title="author profile">Cobra </a>at <a class="timestamp-link" href="http://2012portal.blogspot.com.au/2013/01/etheric-archon-grid-after-successful.html" title="permanent link"><abbr class="published" title="2013-01-03T15:01:00-08:00">3:01 PM</abbr></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>
Don't Box Yourself In ~ Message ~ Brenda Hoffman
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2012-11-01T17:50:18.000Z
2012-11-01T17:50:18.000Z
Karma's Helper
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<div><p><img style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" id="il_fi" class="align-center" src="http://maxcdn.thedesigninspiration.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/Stuck-in-the-middle-no-l.jpg" width="552" height="336" alt="Stuck-in-the-middle-no-l.jpg" /></p><p style="text-align:center;"><span style="color:#ffff00;"><strong><em>Your emotions will swirl in the next few days. Some days you will feel as if you are filled with a sparkling substance and you are capable of anything. Other days you will feel as if you never left the third dimension....The emotions you feel will not last for more than a few minutes or days. But they will be erratic and for some, frightening...You are, in a sense, running your fingers up and down a piano keyboard determining if you prefer high notes, low notes or a combination thereof...You have left the Old Age.</em></strong></span></p><p style="text-align:center;"> </p><div style="text-align:center;" class="field-label"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Channeler: </span></div><div style="text-align:center;" class="field-items"><div class="field-item odd"><strong><span style="color:#ffff00;"><a href="http://lightworkers.org/channeler/117396/brenda-hoffman"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Brenda Hoffman</span></a></span></strong></div><div class="field-item odd"> </div><div class="field-item odd"> </div><div class="field-item odd"> </div><div class="field-item odd"> </div><div class="field-item odd"> </div></div><p style="text-align:center;"> </p><div style="text-align:center;" class="art-PostMetadataHeader"><h2 class="art-PostHeaderIcon-wrapper"><span style="color:#ffff00;" class="art-PostHeader"><a title="Don't Put Yourself in a New Age Box" href="http://lightworkers.org/channeling/170421/dont-put-yourself-new-age-box"><span style="color:#ffff00;">Don't Put Yourself in a New Age Box</span></a></span></h2><div class="view view-showimage view-id-showimage view-display-id-default view-dom-id-1 views-hover-processed"></div></div><div class="art-PostContent"><div class="art-article"><table style="margin-left:auto;margin-right:auto;" border="0" cellspacing="0"><tbody><tr><td><div class="field field-type-nodereference field-field-channeller"><div class="field-label"> </div><div class="field-item odd"> </div></div><p>Dear Ones,</p><p> </p><p> </p><p>Your emotions will swirl in the next few days. Some days you will feel as if you are filled with a sparkling substance and you are capable of anything. Other days you will feel as if you never left the third dimension.</p><p>All is well.</p><p> </p><p>Perhaps some of you remember your feelings during the birth process. You did not care if you gave birth as long as the pain stopped – yet within seconds you were joyously excited about your baby’s birth. So it will be for you in the next few days.</p><p> </p><p>The emotions you feel will not last for more than a few minutes or days. But they will be erratic and for some, frightening. Not because those emotions are abnormal, but because you thought you had moved beyond them.</p><p> </p><p><img style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" src="http://www.leicestershire-pianist.co.uk/images/keys3.jpg" width="500" height="368" alt="keys3.jpg" /></p><p> </p><p>You are, in a sense, running your fingers up and down a piano keyboard determining if you prefer high notes, low notes or a combination thereof. Even though every lifetime you lived on earth, you were capable of playing all the notes, at different points in earth history, either high notes/emotions or low notes/emotions were expected by your society. So you granted yourself very little power when selecting the notes most comfortable and right for you. And if you did not hit the correct note of the times, you were likely ostracized, physically injured or thought odd.</p><p> </p><p>Perhaps you want to know if high or low notes are now the notes your should aspire to. Yet another societal thought process. “How should I feel and act in this New Age?”</p><p> </p><p>The New Age is freedom. Freedom from society and even your own rules and beliefs. Many of you will feel anger this week – perhaps for a few moments, hours or even days. And as you do, you will chide yourself for not being a better Lightworker; for not being or doing enough to put those “bad” emotions aside.</p><p> </p><p>All emotions are part of your personal rainbow. In all likelihood, you will eventually feel most comfortable with joy, peace and love. But you cannot know until you test your personal emotions.</p><p> </p><p>We have stated you moved through your fear and pain lessons. And so you have. But those lessons were in relationship to how you “should” act in your society. The emotions you are speeding through in the next few days are your personal emotions. Emotions that have not been dictated by society or “dummied” down by you for whatever reason. They will be raw and free emotions that belong to only you.</p><p> </p><p><img style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" src="https://twimg0-a.akamaihd.net/profile_images/2210503209/Blue_Illusion.jpg" width="500" height="375" alt="Blue_Illusion.jpg" /></p><p> </p><p>Think of the birthing process. Perhaps the new mother in question is a demur, quiet, gentle soul – that is until labor begins. Then her personal pain and fear create a persona her significant other has never seen, nor quite knows how to interact with. So it will be for you.</p><p> </p><p>Not that you will be screaming in pain or raging at others. But that the emotions you feel in the next few days will not be stifled by what you should feel or created by environments that are not of your making.</p><p> </p><p>Many of you believe you should interact with other Lightworkers or Wayshowers. Yet not all Lightworkers or Wayshowers feel comfortable to you. To force yourself to be around them or explore their materials because you feel you should is no different from how you acted in the Old Age.</p><p> </p><p>Your emotions are experiencing a full range of possibilities. Possibilities not tied to your society, or even your expectations – often another cage or limitation. Your emotions are instead like that of a toddler’s, “What happens if I push that or pull this?” You are being born anew.</p><p> </p><p>Allow that freedom, that joy in being. Do not replace the emotional boxes of the Old Age with New Age emotional boxes.</p><p> </p><p><img style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kBbqIHGgGCE/T47BbeEnbvI/AAAAAAAAAoY/ovuMjsKq5CI/s1600/think-outside-the-box-4ym6t00oz-160450-500-333.jpg" width="500" height="333" alt="think-outside-the-box-4ym6t00oz-160450-500-333.jpg" /></p><p> </p><p>We have stressed that joy will be your ultimate demeanor. That joy is based on your freedom to laugh, cry, be angry and feel sad. You will be joyful because your emotions no longer need to be sifted by society dictates or personal preferences.</p><p> </p><p>New Age freedom is being who you are in all your glory. It is perfectly acceptable to be angry some days or hours. Just as it is perfectly acceptable to laugh out loud and run, skip and jump. Does a toddler not cry when they are angry or upset? Have we not told you on many occasions that you are moving into your second and glorious childhood?</p><p> </p><p>Allow yourself to express what you feel. Allow yourself the freedom to be you.</p><p> </p><p>Some days you may be sad because someone does not wish to play with you. Other days you will be joyously happy because you see the beauty of nature.</p><p> </p><p>But now, some of you are putting yourself in New Age boxes of who and what you should be.</p><p> </p><p>To do so is to ignore and deny the very New Age you are moving into. Anger, fear and pain will not be eliminated from your emotional repertoire – merely less dominant. But such cannot be if you are afraid to feel them because you believe a true Lightworker cannot feel such emotions. All emotions remain in your rainbow, repertoire.</p><p> </p><p><img style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-le5yD_H6s3I/T3AHFon_L8I/AAAAAAAAAXs/AIhd0LlHHHE/s1600/piano-practice.png" width="678" height="452" alt="piano-practice.png" /></p><p> </p><p>In the next few days you will run your emotional fingers up and down the scales to determine which notes feel most comfortable.</p><p> </p><p>What if anger is your favorite key? Allow that to be. You are feeling comfortable with that emotion for a reason. Perhaps it is part of removing your core fear. Perhaps it is because you have never allowed yourself to truly tap that feeling. Or perhaps you need to do so as a last gasp of something you no longer wish to explore in depth.</p><p> </p><p>Does a two-year-old ask themselves or others if they should feel an emotion? Or are they just themselves in all their “terrible two” glory? So it is for you.</p><p> </p><p>Allow yourself to be, explore and feel what you need to feel. Trust that your inner-being will lead you to the joy of you in all your glory. You truly are a unique person – which cannot possible if you believe you should experience only joy.</p><p> </p><p>You have left the Old Age. Do not place yourself in another box labeled New Age. Explore and glory in yourself – with your full range of emotions.</p><p> </p><p><img style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" src="http://www.chromemusic.de/wp-content/uploads/2012/04/awake-electric-guest.jpg" width="560" height="373" alt="awake-electric-guest.jpg" /></p><p><strong>So be it.</strong></p><p><strong>Amen.</strong></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><a href="http://www.LifeTapestryCreations.com">www.LifeTapestryCreations.com</a> If you would like to receive Brenda’s free blogs when posted, please click the Subscribe Button on the upper part of her subscribe and blog page and then click the – Subscribe to Brenda’s Blog by E-mail – line. Complete your subscription by entering your e-mail address and accepting the e-mail confirmation.</p><p> </p><p>Copyright © 2009-2012, Brenda Hoffman. All rights reserved. <a href="http://www.LifeTapestryCreations.com">www.LifeTapestryCreations.com</a>. Feel free to share this content with others, post on your blog, add to your newsletter, etc. But please keep the integrity of this article by including the author: Brenda Hoffman & source website link: <a href="http://www.LifeTapestryCreations.com">www.LifeTapestryCreations.com</a></p><p> </p><p><a href="http://lightworkers.org/channeling/170421/dont-put-yourself-new-age-box">http://lightworkers.org/channeling/170421/dont-put-yourself-new-age-box</a></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div></div>
on the leisure track
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2011-08-28T22:27:43.000Z
2011-08-28T22:27:43.000Z
Peaceful Warrior
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<div><p>On The Leisure Track Creating Radical Alternatives to Conventional Employmentby D. JoAnne Swanson</p><p>Chapter One</p><p> </p><p>“Perhaps the most powerful way in which we conspire against ourselves is the simple fact that we have jobs.” - Curtis WhiteI spent much of my young adulthood working at a fast-food job I hated. I would distract myself from the drudgery by mentally protesting the notion that people should wake up every morning to an alarm clock, then go to their jobs and spend the bulk of their days doing something they don’t like to earn money. Who came up with this crazy system, anyway? The idea that I, and everyone around me, would be expected to continue doing this until age 65 or higher filled me with utter despair. There had to be a way out of the work-consume-die treadmill. There just had to.Work, in and of itself, was never the problem for me. In fact, I observed that whenever I could freely choose an activity, work on my own time, and pace myself according to my own inclinations, I quite enjoyed it. But put me in an office or factory where I earn a paycheck for doing the very same activity at the behest of an employer, and inevitably I would learn to hate it.This situation baffled me at first. Love the work under certain conditions, hate it under others. What were the larger implications? I was particularly dismayed when I realized this applied even to creative writing, an activity I had loved with every fiber of my being since childhood. Love notwithstanding, the moment that the prospect of jobs and remuneration entered the picture, the vitality would drain out of my writing as if it had been sucked dry by a hungry vampire.Consistently I found that stubborn avoidance of paid jobs, especially writing jobs, was the only way I could preserve my ability to write effectively about the things that really mattered to me. Though I didn’t understand why doing it for money sucked the life out of my writing so reliably, I knew this much: writing was my Work with a capital ‘W’. I was often ridiculed for my utopianism, but I sensed deep in my bones that there was something sacred about it. I wasn’t about to make it my job.From my new-age upbringing, I had absorbed the idea that if I could just find a way to do what I loved, the money would surely follow. I wanted to believe it, but it never seemed to work for me the way I thought it would. What was in dispute was not the notion that people should do work they love – that seemed obvious enough – but the idea that they should try to make a living at it. But why was this a problem?Determined to get to the bottom of this, I put this theory to the test. I would find a way to do what I loved, and see if the money followed.In my mid-twenties, a couple of years after I finished my first baccalaureate degree, my fiance and I made arrangements such that I could quit my boring office job. His job as a software engineer would pay all of our bills for a year, and I could devote myself to writing. Lack of money to pay bills, I was sure, was the only thing standing between me and a finished book, so this would be just the ticket. Freed from the obligation to have a job for money, I could throw myself wholeheartedly into my work, and write to my heart’s content. For years I’d claimed that all I wanted was to write, and my partner’s financial support had finally offered me that chance. At long last, I had been graced with the opportunity to plunge right in and shape my days completely at will. I could do exactly as I pleased. No rude alarm clocks, no regimented job routine, no 2-hour bus commute, no expensive restaurant lunches, no pointy-haired boss breathing down my neck. Sweet freedom! Elation flooded over me. I showered my beloved with gratitude, and promised him I’d credit him prominently in my finished book. I didn’t want a sugar daddy; I just wanted a chance to concentrate all my attention on my writing until I could make a go of it.So I was hardly prepared for the next baffling predicament: I couldn’t write.Just as baffling, though, was the vigilance of the mental dictator – that critical voice that had stayed mostly in the background as long as I had a job, but immediately commandeered a good portion of my thoughts and emotions once I mustered up the audacity to actually quit my job. At first its exhortations were subtle, but as the allotted year for writing quickly elapsed with little sign of a finished manuscript on the horizon, the voice grew progressively harsher and more insistent. There were endless battles between the “good” (productive) me, and the “bad” (goofing off) me. Dealing with these battles thoroughly sapped any emotional energy I might have had for serious writing.The constant din inside my head sounded something like this:You didn’t do much writing today, the voice would point out oh-so-helpfully, as if I didn’t already know I’d been a bad girl. Nor yesterday, nor the day before that. Why not?Well, I was tired from running errands and cleaning house. Then I had to catch up on e-mail. Before I knew it, the day was gone.A flimsy excuse indeed, replied the guilt-tripping voice. You’re not making much of a financial contribution. You’re just being a freeloader and living off the earnings of others. You need to concentrate harder on making a paying career of this writing stuff, or you’ll eventually have to take a boring office job you don’t want so you can earn a paycheck again. Why aren’t you being productive, hmmm? Do you really want to write, or are you just using writing as your excuse for avoiding a real job?The implication being, of course, that real writers get paid for their work; the rest of us are just dilettantes.A week passed like this, then two, then three. Then a month. Then six months. The relentless mental dictator never let up. Guilt set in: Where had the time gone? I honestly didn’t know. Sure, I had taken over all the housework and cooking, which seemed fair enough since my partner had agreed to pay the bills…but we didn’t have kids or pets to care for, and it’s not as if I was swamped with chores. Yet there were still a million things that seemed to occupy my time. It wasn’t conscious avoidance. Though I couldn’t articulate it this way at the time, I felt as if my attention had been hijacked, minute-by-minute, by some unseen force. I had been corralled into fighting this battle, entirely without my consent. Why else wouldn’t I be writing, given this immensely luxurious opportunity? But there was laundry to do, errands to run, a dental appointment, phone calls, car repair, financial planning, a long phone call with my mother…the list was endless, and the days seemed to fly by. Once I finish this next project or errand, I would say to the guilt-tripping voice, then I’ll sit down and do the serious writing. But first, I need to look up some information on the web about publishers. I need to do more research to understand my topic better. I need to figure out how to deal with writers’ block. I need to find a writers’ group to help me get past this. I need to answer important e-mail. I need to straighten up the house.I frittered away astonishing amounts of time this way, doing just about anything. Anything but write, that is. Why wasn’t I doing what I loved? Many people would give their eye teeth to be in my privileged position, and yet here I was, passively resisting my own stated goals. It made no sense. How could I just shirk this golden opportunity? And how did I manage to get myself trapped in an ongoing adversarial inner debate in which I felt the need to justify my own inaction to myself, and then felt resentful about it? It’s not as if I had a boss who was tracking my every move.Much later I would come to realize that without the structure of a job with a built-in schedule, I had nothing concrete to rebel against. It seemed I had nothing and no one to blame for my dissatisfaction but myself. No convenient scapegoats. Nothing to allow me to maintain the strangely comforting illusion that only the lack of money stood between me and a finished book. I found this profoundly unsettling. I only had a year to get this writing thing all sorted out so that the money would follow, so the pressure was on. Had I been sold a bill of goods with the do-what-you-love line of thinking?Increasingly it became obvious that, despite any appearances to the contrary, I was not truly free to write. But was it the circumstances that held me back, or was it me? Could I handle real freedom? The truth wasn’t obvious.But what other options were there? The thought of forfeiting my artistic ambitions and going back to life as a corporate wage slave was abhorrent. Waking up to an alarm clock every day, dragging myself reluctantly to a job I hated, and coming home too exhausted to do anything but veg out in front of the idiot box – the thought terrified me, and all the more so for seeing those around me doing the very same thing for ten, twenty, even fifty years.So if I couldn’t write when I had a job, nor even when I had been temporarily freed of bill-paying responsibility, then just what, exactly, would it take for me to live in freedom such that I could do work I loved and not have to worry about money?According to the books I had read, having financial independence, lottery winnings, trust funds, or a wealthy spouse would be sufficient to free me up to do work I loved. But I was suspicious of this line of thought, as I had already been freed from the immediate need to earn money, and still I felt enslaved – not by a job, but certainly by the dictator in my mind. Where were the books dealing with that subject?Eventually it became clear: Like all wage slaves, I would have to learn how to be free. I would have to take on the mental dictator, and figure out how to win. And that’s just for starters.I doubt very much whether anything could have adequately prepared me for the shock of this realization. Like many folks from white middle-class backgrounds, I grew up believing I lived in a world of fundamental freedom – a world where I could use my gifts to make a difference. Failure to show sufficient gratitude for this freedom by using it to get a nice respectable well-paid job, in fact, was looked upon with thinly veiled disdain. Yet regardless of how free I might have appeared to an outsider who took note of my reliance on my partner’s financial support, I was still a wage slave on the inside. I didn’t want to get a job; I just wanted to write, and I wanted to control my own time. There was a pesky book manuscript sloshing around inside me that insistently prodded me to get off my duff and write the damned thing already. But there was a problem: I hadn’t developed a shred of the fortitude and responsibility I might need for the life of freedom-to-write that I lusted after. All I knew, in fact all I had ever been trained for, was a life of making money and getting a job. I had been conditioned to consider it normal that my time would never really be my own. My time would always be structured by external factors beyond my control, such as school and making a living. Here I stood, faced with a mule-headed sense of job resistance inside myself that refused to be ignored, yet unaware of any other suitable options. Gotta pay the rent!Finally face to face with myself and the burden of all my cultural conditioning, I cringed. Apparently I couldn’t write the book when I had a job, which was one thing; now it seemed that I couldn’t write the book even when I didn’t have one. But it didn’t matter anyway, because my year of freedom was up, and I would have to set aside my creative inclinations and earn a living just like everyone else. Disheartened and thoroughly disillusioned, I sank into a deep depression.It would be many long years and one devastating divorce before I emerged.*****Whatever else you can say about a shitty job that pays the bills, one thing’s for sure: as long as you have that job, or are busy looking for another one, you’ve got a built-in, airtight, socially acceptable excuse for any lack of progress toward your dreams in life. All but the most inquisitive and perceptive of your friends and acquaintances will probably believe you when you say you aren’t doing what you love because you have to make a living. You might even fully believe it yourself. I know I did. For some people, I’m sure it is true. But for someone in my fortunate circumstances, it was a convenient excuse that hid a deeper and more insidious problem.I didn’t know how to be free.Where, exactly, would I learn such a thing? No school or culture I’d ever heard of taught people how to be free in the sense I was contemplating, and even if one existed, I wouldn’t have been able to recognize it. I knew no one who seemed to even perceive the need for this kind of radical freedom, let alone anyone who could offer insight on how to achieve it. Experience had taught me that quitting my job and having access to money – at least in the sense of knowing my bills would be paid for the foreseeable future – was insufficient to free me from the grips of wage slavery. Underneath the surface lurked a deeper kind of slavery: slavery of the mind. Yet when I tried to explore the implications of this truth more deeply in conversations with others, most people were unsympathetic at best, and quite a few didn’t even take me seriously. I was dismissed as a lazy trust fund hippie or a chronic whiner. After all, it’s easy for someone with access to money to say “hey, money isn’t enough.”Discouraged, I stayed underground. I gave up on getting paid to do what I love, and decided to keep the two domains – work and money – entirely separate. At the end of my year of “freedom,” I began looking for a paying job that was low-stress, suitable for my introverted self and unrelated to writing, and would leave me time and energy to write just for the love of it. As it happens, I didn’t find a job like that. In fact, except for some brief temp assignments, I didn’t find a job at all, although not for lack of trying.Eventually, however, I found something better, or at least more amusing: an appreciation for the irony of it all. Here I was, devoting my time to figuring out what kind of paid job I could get that would pay the bills yet still leave me adequate time to carry out my calling: writing for love. Yet the paradoxical message seemed to be that my calling, and therefore the purpose of my writing, would be to help free people from the confines of jobs. Whose bright idea was this?The gods have a sense of humor, all right. It just took me awhile to get the joke.*******Okay. So I’d figured out that something was deeply wrong with the job culture as I knew it, in part because I had observed its tendency to turn any activity I enjoyed into drudgery when done at a full-time job for the sake of earning money. But could I still work for love within these limitations anyway? I had my doubts. Most folks I knew who took jobs with the best of intentions had found themselves slipping, caving in again and again to the immense pressure to uphold the status quo against their own best interests. If I took a job like that, I was sure I’d be no different. I recalled the days of my first marriage, which I had gone ahead with at the age of 20 in spite of my reservations. I had naïvely rationalized my marriage the same way: Our marriage will be different. Maybe I’m young, but I won’t cave in to the sexist wife stereotype. Our relationship will be successful and last a lifetime.Two years later and one divorce wiser, it became clear to me that the power of my individual intentions are no match for the entrenched systemic power of culture and institutions. I learned that regardless of how individually determined I might fancy myself, I am thoroughly shaped by my society and culture. I learned that my individual choices, and even my perception of which options are and are not open to me, are constrained in very real ways by my cultural milieu, educational background, and various other factors.I reasoned that if culture shapes me this profoundly and intimately, then if I took a normal 9-to-5 job in a culture that considers money-making a much higher priority than doing what I love, eventually I suspected I’d find myself doing, and then justifying, things that troubled my conscience and my ecological sensibilities. I’d find myself trapped in a system that rewarded people who cut corners in their work and were good schmoozers, but penalized people who were more introverted yet cared deeply about doing quality work. I’d rationalize away the questionable things I’d done on the job, and it would be easy enough to believe my own rationalizations, since I’d be working within a system that insulates workers from the larger consequences of their work. Surely, sooner or later, I’d find myself tempted to say I was just following official orders. Or perhaps I’d just plain find myself too tired to even think about the broader implications of my actions, let alone take the risk of voicing any ethical concerns. And surely, even if I got lucky enough to work for an ethical employer, the deck would still be stacked against me. Part-timers aren’t taken seriously, and they’re left to fend for themselves with no benefits. I’d be forced to give up 40+ hours a week of my time, and I’d end up spending far too much of my “free” time using cheap, mindless entertainment to distract myself from a creeping sense of malaise and despair, just like most of my friends.Over and over I asked myself the same question. Could I find a way to do work I loved anyway? How much freedom could I carve out from within an unfree context – a sick system?It wasn’t clear. But I knew I had to try to find out.To start along this path, I had to devote many years to re-thinking a good chunk of everything I thought I knew. I had to uncover and re-examine assumptions I had unwittingly picked up along the way that were causing me to conspire against my own best interests.Quite a tall order. However, if the alternative was resigning myself to a life of job drudgery until I reached retirement age, I knew I could find it within myself to figure something out.Never have I desired a career-oriented life of the sort for which I was groomed. What I wanted, and continue to want, is a life, lived to the fullest. Money is simply a means to an end. What I want is to control my own time, as much as possible. My best creative work takes place under conditions where I have large blocks of unstructured time available for introspection, self-driven research, and exploring ideas. The work of a creative writer doesn’t lend itself to steady, predictable, easily quantifiable output between 9 and 5; it’s more like digging deep inside, giving and giving until you empty yourself, and then patiently waiting to be filled up until you are overflowing with words again. Finding blocks of time to work like this on a regular basis is next to impossible in our culture, where we are supposed to devote our attention to making a living rather than allow ourselves to be distracted by frivolous notions like pursuing a calling or fully enjoying our leisure. Things we love to do are to be relegated to the realm of hobbies done in our “free” time (if there’s any of it left over after recuperating from our jobs, that is).Time and again I was told that I’d just have to suck it up and resign myself to getting a normal job like everyone else. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending upon your perspective), some mule-headed force within me refused to accept this. Instead, I kept asking questions:How did survival come to be equated with wage-earning capacity, and why do so few people question this state of affairs? Why do so many of our important life choices (like, say, moving, or whether to leave a bad relationship) revolve around jobs—what they pay, where they’re located, what kind of hours we work, and so on? Why do people hardly bat an eye these days when a friend or family member says they are too busy at work to spend quality time with loved ones? People conduct job searches all over the world, basing decisions about where to live on the job market, disconnected from any meaningful and lasting sense of place or community. There is something deeply wrong with this picture…but what is it?When I first began exploring these questions as a defiant adolescent, I didn’t even have a clear idea of how to frame them, let alone answer them. I groped about in the darkness for something without clear shape, color, or dimensions. Yet somehow I knew, without knowing how I knew, that it was there nonetheless. I knew intuitively that there was something destructive woven into the character of daily life, and I knew I must keep trying to understand what it was. Somehow, I hoped, the very process of learning how to properly articulate the questions I had would open up new vistas of inquiry, allowing me to continue until I eventually hit upon something solid.I still didn’t know if I could find a way to do the work I wanted to do within the confines of the job culture, but I knew this much: I was highly motivated to seek out information on ways I might move toward having a job-free life. One way to reduce my need for job income would be to cut down my expenses. So I began to read books on frugal and simple living. One day I stumbled upon this gem from Amy Dacyczyn in The Tightwad Gazette:“I prefer the luxury of freedom from a job to the luxury of material goods.”Even as a lifelong voracious reader, I had never before encountered any book that put forth the idea that freedom from jobs was possible or even desirable (except in jest), so such candor was refreshing and encouraging. But were material goods strictly a luxury? Past a certain point of basics, I found them a burden. The things I owned eventually ended up owning me. They consumed time, storage space, money, and attention, and thus lent themselves to a vicious circle that resulted in the need for more money and more time on the job. More and more I found myself wanting to rid myself of the burden of too much stuff, to help further my long-term goal of a job-free life.And what about the burden of having a job? Should freedom from having a job rightly be considered a luxury? In a system where money rules, it seems that only those who have accumulated some money can buy their freedom from jobs, so it made sense that under those conditions, freedom from a job should be considered a privilege.But there were deeper questions. Questions like: Why couldn’t freedom from jobs (not from work, just from jobs) be the natural state of all beings, rather than just a privilege available to the rich? Why was everyone expected to earn money at a job by working 40+ hours a week just so they could have a roof over their head, food to eat, and clothing to wear, no matter what the cost to their emotional, spiritual and relational lives, and to the environment? Why did it seem like everyone I knew accepted the work-consume-die treadmill so uncritically? And why was it that even those who did live simply and criticize the rat race couldn’t seem to find a permanent way to live without a regular income? These were questions I had learned not to ask, lest I hear the same kinds of non-answers every time: “Well, because that’s just the way the world is,” or “Everyone has to work.”Asking questions like this quickly got me branded as ungrateful or hopelessly utopian. The knee-jerk assumption – usually trotted out before I even finished my last sentence – was that I must want others to carry the burden that should rightly be mine and mine alone. After all, only a lazy freeloader who felt smugly entitled to handouts from all the other disgruntled workers would seriously entertain questions like these. Therefore, of course, I must be out to take advantage of others who’d paid into the system without pulling my own weight. How dare I depend on others! Me, an intelligent, able-bodied adult! The nerve! What a bum. What a gold-digger. Get a job!I knew there was a major error in thinking here, but I could not articulate it effectively. I would protest again and again: “No, no, you misunderstand…it isn’t that I want some folks to suffer in jobs for the sake of others! In fact, ultimately, I want to be able to opt out of jobs altogether, so I can do the work I love, and I want everyone else to have that option too! We should all be able to do work that uses our gifts.” But these protests fell on deaf ears – that is, whenever they weren’t drowned out entirely by the usual glib dismissals.After countless fruitless attempts, I gave up on discussing the idea of job-free life with others at the level I wanted, and once again took stock of my situation. I wanted to write in a self-directed manner. And I needed enough money to pay for my basic needs. But I resisted the idea of getting a job working for someone else, doing something I didn’t care about. It was difficult to avoid the conclusion that having a paid job, no matter how cushy, would never be able to provide the proper outlet for the kind of creative writing I most wanted to do, under the conditions I needed to do my best work. And I had high standards; I cared deeply about doing my best work.I also knew it would not be sufficient just to get myself free. I wanted the job-free option to be available to all those who wanted it. Would that ever be possible in our culture? Maybe the goal would prove to be hopelessly utopian and entirely out of reach, but wouldn’t it still be useful to imagine and take steps in that general direction?In search of deeper and more comprehensive answers, I decided to go back to school. I undertook interdisciplinary studies, both inside academic institutions and outside of them. I read books in history, philosophy, anthropology, linguistics, sociology, systems theory, and psychology, driven all the while by a relentless desire to explore the systemic functions of jobs and work in our culture. Among many other things, I learned that the job culture, as I came to call it, exercises enormous ideological power. Its underlying assumptions make it clear who should be considered to be “working” (those who have jobs for which they receive paychecks) and who is “not working” (stay at home parents or retirees). It separates what is seen as valuable (e.g., whatever increases growth and consumer spending or creates more jobs) from what is not seen as valuable (e.g., lying in a hammock for hours.) And on and on.The more I learned, the more convinced I became that there was something seriously wrong with this entire picture, that the problem was deep and systemic, that all of us were somehow implicated in it, and that I had somehow been given the daunting task of carefully and precisely analyzing and explicating what was wrong with it, through the lens of my own psyche and life experience.*****A distinction needs to be made here, for the sake of preventing common misunderstandings. What I advocate is a systemic critique of the entirety of the job culture, as it manifests itself at all levels: psychological, social, cultural, economic, ecological, institutional, spiritual. Though I don’t want a job, I am not anti-work. I’m not anti-money, either, although I do believe that sustained, systemic critiques of the money system go hand in hand with rethinking the job culture. When I say I don’t want a job, I definitely don’t mean that I refuse to do anything that involves effort, or that I want to do nothing but watch TV and sleep. What I mean is that to the extent that it is possible, I want to find a way to use my gifts effectively without worrying about where my support will come from, and I want to help make it possible for others to use their own gifts in the same manner. The job culture is not designed to reward people for developing their gifts and working with love and joy; it’s designed, primarily, to concentrate wealth at the top.I want to devote the bulk of my time to working – and playing, to the extent there is a difference – for my community, for the gods and spirits, and for the land that provides our sustenance. This is what I call Work-with-a-capital-W, and such work can hardly be contained within the framework of a job. In order to do this to the fullest, I must trust that my support in life, monetary and otherwise, will come when I follow my calling. There is a grain of truth in the “do what you love, the money will follow,” school of thought, but it’s more like “do what you love under the appropriate circumstances and after differentiating it from fleeting whims, addictive urges, and passing wants; then, and only then, the support will follow, although not necessarily in the form of money.” Not as catchy that way, is it?Eking out a way to truly use one’s gifts and do meaningful work – while staring out into the gaping maw of a toxic job culture that would readily swallow us alive without even batting an eye – is not a path for the faint of heart. I have learned that if I really want to do this kind of work, I will be asked to rethink most of what I thought I knew, confront various inner demons, and accept radical changes in my lifestyle. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I will also need to find ways to navigate through – or around – a densely tangled and intimidating thicket of cultural, social and systemic obstacles. Frankly, I am not sure I am prepared to do this. Perhaps that’s another reason why “do what you love, the money will follow” hasn’t worked as well for me as I once thought it might. Psychological obstacles are one thing; social, cultural and institutional ones are quite another.How to discern the difference between an activity that is related to my Work and an activity that is more like an addictive urge or passing whim? It can be challenging to get clear on this, but it’s possible to develop a kind of internal compass that will guide you in the right direction. I know I’m on the right track when something I’m doing produces a deep sense of joyful fulfillment and spiritual rightness, and it does so even in cases where what I’m doing is difficult or tedious. I definitely feel this way about writing. A quip I often use will illustrate. “Writing: I love it even when I hate it.” By contrast, activities that stem from addictive impulses leave me with a haunting feeling of aimlessness, shallowness or emptiness, even in cases where the activity provides instant gratification and is extremely pleasurable.Working in the lap of the joy culture, as opposed to slaving away in the rat race of the job culture, calls for a leap of faith. It asks me to face a deeper truth: security cannot be had through money or jobs. These things are always vulnerable to market instability. When I work at a job I hate strictly for the money, I am cut off from so much of the magic in the world. The tragedy of modern existence is that this predicament is so common, and so widely and uncritically accepted. Great masses of people are so driven by fear, insecurity, and the threat of violence, dispossession, or financial ruin that they continue to hold down jobs they hate, sometimes for decades and lifetimes, just to earn a living.Imagine the possibilities if huge numbers of us could find ways to abandon the job culture and focus on using our gifts to support one another instead. Imagine what it would be like if we were to recognize and properly value useful unemployment – in other words, people bypassing the formal wage economy altogether and working directly with one another to meet their needs for food and shelter. Imagine what it would be like to live in simple-living communities where no one was desperately hunting for a job because everyone’s basic needs could be adequately met through interdependent, local efforts: things like small-scale organic farming, backyard gardens, barn-raisings, gift circles, community currencies, and much more. There are many people who are doing this kind of work; they are unsung heroes and deserve our appreciation, as they are building the cultures of tomorrow.*****I write for my fellow wage slaves who want to learn how to be truly free, whatever their socioeconomic class or financial status. I write for the disenfranchised, the marginalized, the welfare bums, the downwardly mobile, those who feel stuck in jobs they hate, and all others who just don’t fit in to the job culture. I write especially for those who, though they may be poor by economic standards, nonetheless have boundless wealth of spirit. I write to help lay bare the forces that keep us trapped in the rat race, and to help us recognize our mental dictators and grapple with the ways these forces operate in our ailing culture. My message is rather simple to comprehend, though vastly more complicated to carry out. My message is this:This is an inside job, and it can’t be done alone. To get out of wage slavery, we will have to work together to get wage slavery out of us.*****When I sit down to write, I am driven by a vision I cherish: a diverse, ecologically responsible culture in which people are free enough to use their gifts to do work of the heart and spirit, instead of toiling away in jobs they hate for the sake of making money to meet their basic life needs. (And I believe that we all have gifts, even if we don’t know what they are because we’ve been taught to suppress them in favor of making money.)I write for those who listen to that small voice inside them that resists taking jobs for money under any circumstances where doing so would interfere with using their gifts appropriately and effectively.I write for those who, given their druthers, would help create cultures in which all who want it could have this same freedom.Let’s get out of our jobs and get to work, shall we?</p><p> </p><p><a href="http://radicalunjobbing.wordpress.com">http://radicalunjobbing.wordpress.com</a></p></div>
No Mask, No Box, No Path -by - Steve Beckow - June 30, 2011
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<div><p> </p><p> </p><p>Taking a step</p><p> </p><p><img height="245" width="467" src="http://org2.democracyinaction.org/o/6037/images/NoMasks.jpg" id="il_fi" style="padding-bottom:8px;padding-right:8px;padding-top:8px;" alt="NoMasks.jpg" /></p><p> <a href="http://stevebeckow.com/">http://stevebeckow.com/</a></p><p>The Master Hilarion made two statements recently which explain a lot for me at this time:</p><p>“Each of you are into the deep cleansing and purification of all remaining issues that have lain hidden and buried deeply within your subconscious minds, and a lot of these are issues that you thought had already been resolved. Understand, Beloved Ones, that this will continue to come up for your review until every facet of any remaining shadows rises to the surface to be seen in the Light of illuminated consciousness.” (1)</p><p><br />“The energies of these times are very intense and are galvanizing many of you to get deep within yourselves and seek a more conscious connection with your True Selves. There have been many layers and masks that you have donned during your current lifetime and from some previous lifetimes that are at this opportune time, coming up for acknowledgment and release. Many of these masks you have worn have been put on in self defense, as you learned early in your lives, that it was necessary in order that you live your lives in relative peace, turning the other cheek, so to speak, in order to gain approval from your family and loved ones.” (2)</p><p>In terms of my personal work, I’ve spent a great deal of time completing old issues, which show up out of my rejection of unwanted conditions like anger, hatred, frustration, irritation, and so on.</p><p><br />But much more needs to be cleared, I’m finding out, than just old issues and unwanted conditions</p><p>.<br />In the face of an upset, especially if the original upset was traumatizing, we not only take the circumstances and imprint them on our consciousness as things we wish to avoid in the future. We also make decisions and create avoidance patterns, all designed to keep us out of those circumstances.</p><p> </p><p>Whenever the workload gets out of proportion here, what I notice about myself is, yes, the issues do come up, but what lurks lower down in awareness, way down in the subconscious are the decisions and avoidance patterns that lurk there, causing me to live inside a box of my own construction. Let me call that whole constructed self, that whole box I livein, a “mask,” as the Master Hilarion does, above.</p><p><br />Finding new ways of being in the present become difficult because I wear this mask or live inside this box. For instance, faced with an anomalous situation around email – where I need to extricate myself from responding to so many emails while not cutting off the flow of article and video suggestions – I come up against the limits I impose on myself from inside my box or mask.</p><p><br />The decisions that are like the substance of the box or mask are of the very simplest nature: “Be nice,” “be kind,” “don’t fight with people,” etc. There’s nothing wrong with these standards unto themselves. But sometimes a situation requires me to take decisive action and, when I go to make move, I run up against these laid-on ways of being and can’t see a way forward that just may lie outside of them or which they may obscure.</p><p><br />My decisions prevent an unfettered, spontaneous response to a situation. They are the walls of the box, the voiceover in the head, the “generalized other” that sociologist George Mead used to talk about, the”shoulds” that hem me in and prevent my responding to a situation with new approaches.</p><p><br />The usual way to meet this situation of having myself in a box or mask is to have a showdown with one’s own values. But that, useful as it is, is also old paradigm and has only limited usefulness. Where we’re going, we cannot take a pillow and punch it or shout inside our car.</p><p><br />Rather, what I’m discovering is that the same need to “be with and observe,” to rest in passive awareness that I use with upsets needs to be used as well with the mask or box, constructed out of “shoulds.”</p><p><br />There is no really satisfying way I can think of to meet the predicament of having too little time to do a job like answering mushrooming email. I’m going to have to do something that someone will not like and so the clamorous voicover is going to get triggered until it no longer does.</p><p><br />But if I rest in awareness as these “shoulds” arise and simply allow them to be there without responding to them, then they register their clamor and disappear, leaving me to free to take whatever step then seems advisable. It’s almost like sneaking up on on a sleeping dog. You walk forward cautiously until it stirs, then remain there quietly until it goes back to sleep, and then take another step.<br />In doing so, I’m refusing to tangle with myself, refusing to fight with my “shoulds.” I just allow them to be there, become quiet and observant when they arise in the mind, and wait for their clamor to pass. To do otherwise is to risk a lapse into blame, burnout, personality disintegration, all manner of bad things that we call a “psychological crisis.”<br />So over this last day, rather than fitfully problem-solving, I’ve just been being with my decisions, values, or “shoulds,” and watching them rise and pass away, rise and pass away.</p><p><br />I intend to begin acting without reference to these “shoulds,” in the full faith that I am trustworthy, that I can trust that left to my own native devices I don’t harm, attack or do other bad things (any more). It’s time to make the leap from relying on “shoulds” that I’ve arrived at really as a plan to avoid the upsetting circumstances that traumatized me in early life to living from the moment of present time without rehearsal, without being guided by “shoulds,” just taking one step after another from native Being.</p><p><br />Truly I don’t know what I’ll do to handle my actual situation. I may not be consistent. I may try this and then that. I have no idea. But whatever path I take, it now must be, as a workshop leader described it once years ago, created by laying the heel of the leading foot down, followed by the heel of the other leading foot, one footstep at a time.</p><p><br />If I’m right, then in the new paradigm, there is no path laid out or laid down. There is only me taking the next step.</p><p>Footnotes<br />(1) Hilarion, June 19-26, 2011, channeled through Marlene Swetlishoff, at <a href="http://www.therainbowscribe.com">http://www.therainbowscribe.com</a><br />(2) Hilarion, June 5-12, 2011.</p><p><a href="http://stevebeckow.com/">http://stevebeckow.com/</a></p></div>