When death shuts down the engines
Meditationtime Forum Post
Date: Posted 6 years before Nov 21, 2018
MiBeloved 6 years ago
Three months ago I was on the verge of publishing the Sleep Paralysis book. A phone call put that assignment on hold. It is just like I died to book writing, which is something that will happen soon anyway.
Now I am feeling that if death strikes down this body and deprive me of its use, then I can go on, come what may, to the astral existence or beyond, and not have to think that maybe there is something I did not do, something for which I took the body to achieve.
However I just got freed from some obligations which pressed me and pried me lose from the book writing bit. Now that I am trying to refocus myself, I realize the quantum of energy and concentration, focus, which it took to produce those books which I wrote previously.
For one thing the Sanskrit was nothing less than what people call in the streets, a bitch, whatever that is, if you can understand the terminology. The first person that used that term, what the heck was he thinking?
Whatever……………… it sure hit the target of something which one has to exert oneself to the max and leave every other concern aside to achieve.
When something is a bitch, then the ant that is me, gets empowered by who knows what or who, and then that ant seems larger than the largest, for the time being and acts as if it is a colossus force, even though by itself it is not even a microbe.
I am trying to get this book now into the final editorial format. Sir Paul Castagna did some illustrations for it and I did some as well. This book which is titled Sleep Paralysis is a small book which will go into details about what sleep paralysis really is at least from the psychic perspective.
Now that I am trying to refocus on it, I feel that since I last saw it some three months or so ago, about 80 years have passed. I am going back to an old residence it seems, which the spiders cobwebbed and the dust sealed. The old creaky door has to be pried open with that old tire iron which I threw in the corner when I left this project aside to fulfill some relative’s desire.
Tremendous energy it took to do those previous books, and the one which was the most demanding was the Uddhava Gita Explained. When I pick up that 700+ page book now and look at it, it is not even recognized as something which I did, perhaps because I was on spiritual steroids which were pumped into my psyche by various spiritual masters and deities.
Anyway here I go again, getting on that writing train. I will start up the engine, blow the whistle. I will be on my way again. I will keep this train buzzing until death shuts down the engines and time has kicked me from the world’s stage as some old actor who outlived his relevance on the earth’s Broadway.
When the body was young, the director, known otherwise as Time, looked on me with smiles and promise but now it thinks, “Who needs him? Dump that old man. Or he will ruin the play.”
So I will write a few more books in revenge for Time’s callous ways. And then I will let them push me out into some back alley without a face or name.
Alfredo 6 years ago
Wow Michael, thanks for this inside!
Lately I have been soaking myself in the literature of astral projections and such, thus I am now quite acquainted with the concept of sleep paralysis, and have even experienced some of it myself. Of course, if we are talking about the same thing. Anyhow, I hope that you publish it in some form because I would like to read it for sure.
MiBeloved wrote:
[Now that I am trying to refocus myself, I realize the quantum of energy and concentration, focus, which it took to produce those books which I wrote previously.]
Alfredo's reply:
I mentioned that to you before, that some of the thicker books you have written, like the Uddhava Gita and Kriya Yoga Bhagavad Gita, are in the realm of superhuman endeavor. I don't say this lightly, but only because I can appreciate the amount of work it takes to elucidate only the Sanskrit part, which you aptly call "a bitch". Moreover, add to that the intuition part, or better, the strain needed to "copy" what was coming to you clearly and the effort to keep yourself clear, pure, and attuned by strenuous daily practice. Other writers may contend with one or more of these angles, but those books covered several angles at a time (also the one I liked the most was the Anu Gita Explained, as I consider that one to contain the highest mystical insight).
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MiBeloved wrote:
[Anyway here I go again, getting on that writing train. I will start up the engine, blow the whistle. I will be on my way again. I will keep this train buzzing until death shuts down the engines and time has kicked me from the world’s stage as some old actor who outlived his relevance on the earth’s Broadway.]
Alfredo's reply:
I wish you well here.
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MiBeloved wrote:
[When the body was young, the director, known otherwise as Time, looked on me with smiles and promise but now it thinks, “Who needs him? Dump that old man. Or he will ruin the play."]
Alfredo's reply:
I can relate to this.
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MiBeloved wrote:
[So I will write a few more books in revenge for Time’s callous ways. And then I will let them push me out into some back alley without a face or name.]
Alfredo's reply:
Way to go, you have a certain audience!
MiBeloved 6 years ago
Alfredo wrote:
Way to go, you have a certain audience!
MiBeloved's Response:
Time always has the last laugh and makes the most profit as it takes possession of the assets of those whom it consigned as dead.
Time writes the last will and testament.
Time inherits the property.
Time markets it all after the old men and women are kicked into the alley of obscurity.
What is life but the substance of Time reshaped!
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Alfredo wrote:
I wish you well here.
MiBeloved's Response:
Sure so the old man is just about dead and you wish him well.
He has a terminal disease as Buddha had observed in others in his father's capital city.
Life itself issued the order for the old man's execution.
You heard it proclaimed on every street.
Then you say to him that you wish him well.
Such nice words, hey.
So imaginary!
Alfredo 6 years ago
Michael,
In general, what is the psychological relationship between the fleshy brain and the head of the subtle body?
MiBeloved 6 years ago
Fleshy brain is created on the basis of the mind space in the head of the subtle body.
This is backwards but that is how it actually is.
Once it is created it is used like the random access memory in a computer which is where all the interface operations take place.
Unless something is saved to the hard drive, it is not there and in the same way what is not saved to the subtle body is not there.
We, as human animals are concerned mostly with the interface of the system, with the random access which is the brain. This is why we do not remember past lives. Our hard drive has nothing saved to it from our surface life where we focus most of the time.
