Being the Frog Master

The Home Office

The Home Office

NEAR SWAN VALLEY, ID

September 3, 2015 11:18 AM

My (partial) response to an email from Jerry Freeman this morning:

Very cool though that we were both writing about the same thing at about the same time. This too was reflected in my student’s life (I was offline and didn’t know about her experience until after I had published that blog post). She had a friend visiting who had a psychotic break-down during her visit. Michelle, my student, was witnessing someone who’s Interior world was more real to her than her Exterior world was which, synchronistically, was a key part of my blog post (though unbeknownst to me at the time I was writing it), and was exactly what Michelle needed to hear:

> “To strengthen the Witness Level, one must learn to see (and therefore distance oneself) from their thoughts—one must learn to see the difference between the Interior world of the Mind and the Exterior world of Reality.”

I thought at the time of writing the above that it was a little clunky, that it was really only step 1 in strengthening the Witness (step 2 being one must see their Interior in the same way as they see their Exterior), but I heard Her (TaoGodHer’s) whisper and left it as is. As it turned out, confusing the Interior world with the Exterior world was what was being reflected in Michelle’s friend’s experience (though I didn’t know that at the time). Amazing how this stuff works.

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Strengthening I, the Witness

The Tetons at Dawn

The Tetons at Dawn

N OF JACKSON, WY

September 1, 2015 9:27 AM

For three days I wandered and camped along the Grey’s River in western Wyoming. No internet. No TV. No radio. No connection with the outside world whatsoever. Like a silent retreat, I found this disconnect from society’s collective Mind powerful and refreshing.

With nothing to do but watch chipmunks and birds skitter and flitter about, the distinction between Interior noise and Exterior reality becomes crystal clear as I, the Witness separates from the inner whirlwind of the mind. As self boundaries collapse and vanish, the Mortal/Ego/Soul knot of “I” gently merges with all that is seen and heard—the “me knot” dissolves into Reality. … Read more…

Your Identity Portfolio

Tree on a Hill

Tree on a Hill

ROCK SPRINGS, WY

August 26, 2015 4:22 PM

Though I hadn’t planned it, I woke up expecting to leave my cool and isolated camp today. Two hours later, a shepherd (as in herder of sheep) pulling his little vardo-like wagon and cargo trailer appeared on my mile long, dead end road and I greeted him and said, “Don’t worry, you’re not going to have to back up, I’ll be out of here in five minutes,” and (much to his delight for I don’t know how he could have gotten his dual trailers turned around with me parked there), I broke camp and drove away.

This blog goes through “theory phases” every so often, and I really don’t care too much for them, so I’ll finish off the “Map of Identity” with something I realized while creating it: We don’t exist at any one place on the map.Read more…

What I Mean By “I, The Eternal”

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Purple Picture Placeholder

4 MILE CREEK, CO

August 15, 2015 10:29 AM

There is an inner you and an outer you. This should be quite obvious once you think about it: I have all these inner experiences (thoughts, sense of self, imagination, dreams, desires, …), and I have all these outer experiences (trees, rocks, chairs, friends, lovers, …).

For years, I’ve been saying that to truly grow spiritually, we have to bring our spirituality to life. We have to live it.

With the realization of me, the Eternal (and I’ll explain this term in a moment), I see a wonderful analogy here. … Read more…

Another Test: The Shooters

4 Mile Creek

4 Mile Creek

4 MILE CREEK, CO

August 14, 2015 10:24 AM

“Are you shooting?” he asked and I knew, from the pistols they were sporting, they weren’t talking about taking pictures.

“No, I’m camped here.”

He looked over at his buddy, who slid a little to the left to get a clean shot should things go south. “You want to move your van? This is sort of an ‘unofficial’ shooting range around these parts,” he said looking me dead in the eye as his hand moved toward his weapon. … Read more…

My Map of Consciousness (Version I)

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A Placeholder Picture

COLORADO SPRINGS, CO

August 10, 2015 1:50 PM

The result of my OS Reboot. The following is based on my personal experiences, so this “map” will differ from other religious, philosophical, and people’s theories. I doubt it is complete (ie: Version I), and I’m not sure where I’m going with it, but in the interest of transparency, here’s what I/She/We wrote this morning in coffee shop in Colorado Springs: … Read more…

Waiting Quietly While The Mud Settles

A Camp Guided

A Camp Guided

THIRTY-NINE MILE MOUNTAIN, CO

August 6, 2015 9:12 AM

While still in “mud settling” mode—while I await the rebooting of my O/S—I broke camp “on a whim” and left the forest outside Buena Vista to headed eastward on US 24 with the thought of Colorado Springs as a “sometime this week/month/summer” destination. Driving through the crossroad town of Hartsel, CO, I glimpsed a road sign for Cañon City and suddenly felt a “tug.” I pulled over, looked at the map and said, “OK” and detoured southeast. Crossing a stub of national forest, I was “drawn” to another road sign, Black Mountain Road, and ended up at a beautiful, high elevation camp on the edge of a vast golden meadow overlooking a reservoir off in the distance.

Increasingly, my life is lived “spontaneously guided.” Aside from the scheduled phone or Skype call, I tend to just hang around until called to act in response to one of Her whispers. Not an actual voice whisper per se, but a prod, or a sign, or—as is most often the case—a gut feeling: Go. Turn here. Wait.Read more…

The Garden of Eden

What Was Always There

What Was Always There

SOMEWHERE IN THE SAN ISABEL NF, WEST OF PONCHA SPRINGS, CO

July 30, 2015 2:14 PM

Naked, I stood on a large boulder feeling joyously and intensely alive as the sun warmed and dried my shivering body. As all self-boundaries fell away, a deep and profound sense of connection to my surroundings engulfed me—an almost sensual merging with the forest and the boulders and the crystal clear creek and the sky and the sun. I felt one with the All as I stood on a boulder in a creek as the water rolled gently down my skin. … Read more…

The Perfect Teacher

Flawed Perfectly

Flawed Perfectly

MONTROSE, CO

July 25, 2015 10:58 AM

I spent the morning in a coffee shop, tagging blog posts to be included in the re-tentatively titled book The Awakening of a Mystic: Enlightenment was only the beginning…. I know, I know, I’ve started and stopped this book (and others) a number of times, but since I’m going through an O/S reboot, consolidating the past in book form seems like a safe bet.

In going through the posts, I kept coming back to how often I was “confessing my sins”—how imperfect I come across when compared to most spiritual teachers. Then I saw my comment on this recent post which is so indicative of the nature of much of the spiritual transparency problemThe idea that spiritual teachers should be perfect.Read more…

The Eater of Worlds

The Field and the Vista

The Field and the Vista

DURANGO MOUNTAIN RESORT SKI AREA, CO

July 13, 2015 10:51 AM

I sat on a berm overlooking a lush, green ski tract with the Rocky Mountains forming a beautiful and natural panoramic backdrop. As I thought about something Jerry Freeman and I had just discussed a few moments earlier, a tall, purple flower tottered across the field of grass in front of me, then shrank and disappeared down a tiny hole—carried along, presumably, by some small and unseen rodent.

In my entire life, I had never seen anything like that. … Read more…