Off to be a hospice chaplain.  I’ll see you when I get back.

This is cool.  My grandson just posted something on his Facebook page… a rap song by someone named Prince Ea that talks about ‘labels’ and how they separate us but inside we are all one.  Sounds familiar.  I will put something together and contact them both.  My grandson to say how proud I am… Prince Ea to say we are doing the same thing and offer my material if he wants it.  Ever better.

Just lost four games of cribbage in a row to my wife as she waters our orchid plants.  Not always ever better, I guess.  May it always be this unimportant.

Why am I feeling anxious… like I have to do something.  I don’t.  I have to be happy.  I just have to look at where I come into contact with the world and try to make the  junction as smooth as possible. Yet, I’m feeling nervous.  I must be venturing further outside my comfort zone.  Not “my” comfort zone… my comfort zone.  ‘I’ should be able to handle it.

peace…………..ag

Another day.  Another chance to do something of value.  And I did.  Just came back from seeing there of my hospice patients.  Shared love and peace and comfort.  Did I solve all their problems?  Not even close.  But hopefully they were feeling better because of my being there.

So I’ve been asking myself.  If I’m going to write on vacation, what do I write?  I keep sitting here waiting for an inspiration.  And here’s what just came.  An intro to everything entitled…  I ‘I” “I”     Let’s Begin The Evolution  (or something like that.)  Describing that the only thing you have to do is to change your sense of ‘I’.

It’s not religion… though it clearly fits with that.  It’s not science… though it solves all the problems of quantum physics.  It’s not anything you can name.  It’s simply a feeling we all have inside us.  Why do I want to do this much?  Because “I” said so.  Aargh.

peace……..ag

Boy… am I happy that I decided to label these posts Day 1…2…3… etc.  How much easier than having to come up with 365 chapter titles. Not to mention how uncreative I can be at this time of the morning.

Full day today.  Yoga… lunch with friends… hair styling… and then back here to work on the single flyer and make some calls.  Busy…busy.  But good busy.

YES!  I think I will write a book on the beach.  It won’t be long… we’ll only be there ten days and a lot of that will be touring the island.  However, we are only renting a car on the weekends and plan to live during the week as if we actually lived there… ten steps from the beach.  That’s five days.  What would I do?  I’d write.  So.  Why not do it?   The only question is what.

peace…….ag

It’s Monday, the start of a new week.  I step back and look at what needs to be done.  It’s still too early to push attendance at the April 10th, lecture and workshop.  The physics article is still out there being edited.  I could check in there.  In fact, I will.

In fact, I just did.  Called my editor and put my mind to rest.  Yes!  Also got permission from the Fellowship to create a single flyer for the two talks.  Things are moving ahead.

It’s less than two weeks till we take off for the Caribbean.  I should begin to focus there… on what I’ll wear… what I should bring… setting up the laptop so I can make these posts from a nice sandy beach instead of my office standing desk.  Why do I feel somewhat guilty about focusing on me instead of the ‘larger’ picture?  Clearly, that’s me talking instead of “me”.

He’s a fun one. Just called the property manager at the place we’re staying in the Caribbean to ask a few questions and it’s not a valid number… and the owner hasn’t responded either.  Oooooh. Could it be a scam?  Stay tuned to find out.  It’s always something.

peace……..ag

It’s Valentine’s Day.  Go out and love someone.

peace….ag

Lots of little things to do today, I’ll tell you about them after I do them.  Okay, I’ve done them.

So, here’s an interesting thought.  In terms of time, it was over fourteen hours between writing the two sentences in the first paragraph.  That’s how long it took to do all the stuff.  However, in my mind, I can relive those experiences in an instant.  So which is real?  I guess it depends on which came first.

I could say that what was done in the physical world is real and the seeing what was done in my mind is only a memory.  Most people would say that.  But I could also say that the only reason I did the physical stuff was because I had visioned it first and wanted to do it.  Without inner visioning, nothing would have happened.   Maybe both?

In any event… somewhere somewhen between sentences 1 and 2… I emailed the landlord’s attorney about money they owe us, emailed the Fellowship about a single flyer for both talks, emailed a local npr host. followed up on the flyers at the Institute, entered my chaplain visits online, emailed three different friends and sent flyers, edited an old humor piece I think I want to send out, had some fabulous insights for marketing and realized the real import of what is being done here.  Not by me… through me.  There’s a big difference between the two.

peace………..ag

Woke up this morning to an NPR report on the radio about how some scientists have just seen gravitational waves in space as two black holes come together and are able to actually measure them. Woohoo!!! Unimportant, you say?  Not to me.  that’s right on the edge of where my own phenomenological/quantum physics are headed.  Does this mean that my work has a better chance of getting published?  I don’t know.  But it certainly means that there are a lot of people who are interested in the subject.

Reality Check time.  Just under two months till the workshop… p/qp article being edited… two weeks till we leave for the Caribbean… dinner Saturday night at friends… brunch Sunday morning at other friends… I really need a haircut… I have said I need to clean up my desk.  Okay.  That one’s easy.  I’ll start as soon as I put a period at the end of this sentence.

Just saw The Martian. “Solve one problem at a time”, said the stranded astronaut,  “Solve enough and you reach your goal”.  Sounds like a plan.  Ever better.

peace………ag

I had a realization last night… so clear, so obvious, that I’m sure I’ve had it before.  And it simply was that in order to achieve my highest goal… that of getting these New Consciousness teachings out into the universe… I don’t have to think about that any more.  All I have to think about… and achieve… is filling the seats for the April 10th lecture and workshop.

It’s like all the planning and visioning that goes into a Moonshot until you’re finally there sitting on the launchpad.  At that point the only thing you need to focus on is a good list-off.  If you don’t have that, all bets are off.  But if you do… then the sky’s the limit and you can begin dreaming big again.  Simple.  Really simple.

But enough about me.  How are you doing?  We were each going to focus on something special this year and try to make it happen.  You didn’t forget?  Did you?  Don’t worry.  There’s still plenty of time left this year… provided you get started.  What’s that goal again?

peace………ag

Stuff is happening.  Posters for the lecture and workshop are now up in the elevators at the school and I’ve gotta my first response on the quantum physics article… and it was a positive one… from a professional psychologist.

“Okay,” he said, “The principal argument seems to be that we live at the interface of internal and external reality, and that what separates you from me is analogous to the “event horizon” that is discussed in modern cosmology. ”  Yup.  That’s it exactly.  So the point was made.  Now to have physicists recognize the same thing plus the fact that this personal event horizon can be used to examine the one t the end of the universe.

He did ask,  “So the question is, where does consciousness go when you fall asleep or are anesthetized?”  The answer, as I told him is your consciousness doesn’t go anywhere. It’s just that the “housing” in which it exists is no longer able to be aware of it.  We go back into instinctive mode same as any other pre-self-aware being.  It really does all fall neatly into place.

peace……..ag