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Had yoga this morning… but you know that… assuming you read yesterday’s post.  You should really read these posts in order, by the way, if you want to get what’s happening.  I don’t mean you have to read them every day.  Certainly not.  Only when you want to.   However in order is good.

I bring up yoga, by the way, just to share how things that sometimes cause pain and aches when you’re doing them make you feel so good after they’re done.  Also, I’m starting to shed some of the end of year weight, which is also helpful.  Another way to try to make it ‘ever better’.

Had another insight into the article, which is coming along very nicely, thank you.  I will actually take readers into the lab and let them experience New Consciousness for themselves.  Actually, I can’t actually take anybody into the lab… I can only lead them to the door of their own lab.  They have to choose to go in on their own.

It’s amazing the energy I seem to have simply because of the commitment to do this daily blog.  It’s something I’ve never actually felt before.  I bet this is how people who make it big feel.  Well, we’ll find out as the year progresses.

peace……..ag

 

Slept late… made ham and egg mcmuffin with melted bleu cheese… yummer.  Set up some folders on desktop to hold ideas and articles defined by how far along they are.  Saw how many of the ‘raw’ ideas were poems or could easily be turned into poems.  Decided to put together book of poetry and do it under the name The Elder, who is the third part of the trinity.   I’ll tell you more about that later. Meanwhile, here’s one of what will become The Elder’s poems.   Evolution of Consciousness

Still working on early stage of article showing how quantum physics and phenomenology can come together to explain event horizons and black holes.  Not sure how to format it.  It’s all about being experiential, but how experiential can I go?  Don’t want it to sound too woo-woo.  Stay tuned.

When my eyes got buggy from looking at the screen drove out to hang out with a couple of friends. Two different guys asked me about subjects that were bugging them and I gave my opinion as to what I thought would be the best way to go from here.  Interesting.  That’s exactly what the event horizon is.  Hmmmmm.  Ever better.

Got home, Phyllis showed me a video our grandson posted of him playing the recorder through his nose.  Hot Cross Buns.  Replied by sending him a video of me playing a recorder through my nose. Hot Cross Buns, but up a third.  If he can put them together they will harmonize.

Time to go make dinner.  Sautéed chicken breasts with onions, garlic, stewed tomatoes, garbanzo beans, and spinach.  One pan… easy… low calorie. What she wants.     Then evening tv while doing sudokus.   Yoga tomorrow morning.  Life is good.

peace………..ag

 

 

So today was chaplain day.  Stopped off at the office and then drove around to see six different hospice patients and their families.  Prayed with some, meditated with some, talked philosophy with others. Told them all to follow any bright lights they might see in their dreams.

Last night, skyped with Tom out in Bangkok.  He’s the techie who runs this website with me. I do the content… he puts it out there. I met him years ago through an ad I put on Craigslist. Good guy.  We don’t look alike, but we think and feel alike and when I see him on Skype it feels like I’m looking in the mirror. Last night he taught me how to add a link to these posts.  I’m going to do it on this post to see if it works.  How cool will that be?  Ever better.

Haven’t had a chance to work on the quantum physics article today.  But I have had a number of really good ideas on how to write it. It’s really amazing the insights you can have when you’re driving. Okay.  Here comes the link.   eighth birthday   It worked!  This is awesome.

I’m tired.  Long day equals short post.  But at least you’ve learned what drives me.

peace………..ag

 

Today I’m going to work on the article relating consciousness to quantum physics… working title Shredding the Event Horizon: Quantum Physics Finally Sees the Light. Hmmmm. That does sound a little snarky, doesn’t it.  Let’s drop the ‘Finally’.   There.  Better.

And I’ve got to continue cleaning the computer desktop so I actually know what it is that I put in the new folders yesterday.  And pick up the car from the shop and plan and cook a couple of meals and make some calls to set up my hospice visits tomorrow and go to the gym if I can summon the energy. And of course there are all those things that will come up during the day that haven’t surfaced yet. Yet there is nothing there that I have to do. It’s all really voluntary at this point.  I get to do what I want to do.  How nice is that?

Okay. Back from picking up the car.  Walked there… almost exactly a mile.  Did it at a fast pace so I don’t have to feel bad if I don’t go to the gym.  Also made call to set up tomorrow’s visits.  Time to make some something to eat.  Things are getting done.

Great lunch.  I made one of my omelets… four eggs… crumbled herb cheddar cheese… finely diced sweet onion… plus sausage on only one side… she didn’t want any.  Actually worked out well.  She was able to season her side of the omelet.  I don’t cook with salt.  Ate in the dining room, side by side. Finished the Sunday crossword together.  View of the top of  the Golden Gate Bridge in the dining room window.  Nice.

Been writing the article… have added half a page.  Phyllis has been checking out the place in the Caribbean where we’re vacationing in a month and a half.  Keeps interrupting my thoughts with info on supermarkets, shopping malls, and restaurants near the villa where we will be staying.  Not a bad way to take a break.  We also watch episodes of Caribbean Life on the tv.  Life is good.

Just heard back from CIIS.  They will be happy to promote my workshop. Ever better.

 

peace…ag

 

 

Flash!!! So this is how we’ll do this.  fyi  I came up with this while cleaning out the dishwasher this morning after yoga.  I love these things.  These sudden “knowings” that hit you

I’ve decided to start each day with this post sitting open on my screen.  Blank!    Then I’ll get on with my life.  Do what I do.   Inside and Outside.   As something interesting comes up… either in my mind or in my world… I’ll let you know.

I’ll clean the kitchen… write some poetry… whatever.  I will vision my goals… share them with you… and then at the end  of the year we’ll have fun looking back. Were the visions met?  Were the goals realized?   Did his inner thoughts come to pass in the outer world?  Stay tuned.  The answer shall be revealed.

I figure we should start off with a Reality Check.  You might as well know who I am.  So here’s a short bio I just sent in to a short-story writing contest along with my entry.

Anton Grosz’ life changing Death Return Experience, (DRE), 38 years ago at age 37, led to his studying the experiential nature of reality and becoming a Phenomenologist, with a PhD in The Evolution of Human Consciousness.  He and Phyllis, his wife of 52 years, live in San Francisco, where he serves as spiritual counselor for a hospice.


Clearly, that leaves a lot unsaid.  I’m sure a lot more will surface as we move on down the road.  By the way, Wikipedia defines phenomenology as:  “… a philosophy or method of inquiry based on the premise that reality consists of objects and events as they perceived or  understood in human consciousness and not of anything independent of human consciousness.”  This is sort of like ‘if a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears it, did it make a sound?’ A lot more of this will surface down the road as well.

Here’s a poem I recently wrote.  I found it as I’m standing here trying to neaten up my computer desk top.

Plan for 2016.

How does it get out there?
This highest vision I have inside me.

How  do I make what I see in front of my eyes
as real as what I see  behind my eyes.

the  world outside is real…
the world inside is real…

How do I bring them together…

… a perfect match…

That’s what is I want to write about.  Making it ‘ever better’.

peace………ag

Off to the gym to swim 1/2 a mile. There will come a day when I no longer do this. Today is not that day. Will drop off clothes at Goodwill on the way back. Then back home to contact the school magazine to get some publicity on the April workshop and work on the article about New Consciousness and Quantum Physics.

You hadn’t heard about that? Oh. Let me tell you. Seems that Scientific American put out an issue a little while ago called Physics at the Limits and I read all about how Black Holes and the Event Horizons that surround them are these impenetrable barriers that are keeping physicists from learning more about the boundaries and the origins of the universe. So I wrote this letter to the editor that said in part:

“I see a clear parallel between the event horizon existing at the boundary of black holes and the event horizon existing at the boundary of individual consciousness. In both cases, reality appears different on the two sides of the boundary.

“The world outside an individual’s ‘I’ can be measured… is made up of tangible forms… objective facts… particles. Events are witnessed as happening in space and time. The world inside an individual’s ‘I’ cannot be measured… is made up of intangible non-forms… subjective meanings… waves. Events are witnessed in the here and now. Are these two experiential realities any different from what quantum physics is experiencing at the ends of the cosmos?”

I haven’t heard back yet but I’m writing an article about consciousness and quantum physics.  We’ll worry about getting it published later.

Back home from the gym.  Carried heavy old file cartons down four flights to the storage area in the basement.  Apartment looks better.  Called the mag.  Left a message.  Sent an email. Need to organize my computer desk top.  Well, at least I know what I’ll be doing next.

peace…….ag

Slept later. Took out the trash. Brought in the Sunday paper. Grabbed a cup of coffee. Sat back on the sofa. Turned on the TV. Heard the noise of the crowd and the drone of the announcers and turned off the sound. The day’s pattern is set.

I thought about this post… this New Consciousness stuff I want to share. While I’m watching football I’m thinking about this daily sharing between us I’ve committed to. If I want you to read what I have to say… I have to make it of interest. Not just to me, the one saying it. But to you, the one reading it.

My wife gets up and we have Sunday morning breakfast. Plan the day. Not much to do but read the paper, and make it better… she’s cleaning out file drawers, I’m working on this blog. This is a slow day. Not every one has to be packed to the brim. So how are we going to do it? That’s the question. Stay tuned to find out. Every day will be ‘ever better’.

What are you doing to make your life ‘ever better’?

peace………….ag

Went to yoga this morning. “Happy New Year” to everyone and a series of backbends. “I don’t practice for now”, I’ve been telling people for at least ten years, “I do it for ten years from now”. I know my grandparents never did yoga when they were this age. They never ever went to the gym. They were old. They acted old. At least I thought they did. Do young people think I act old? I don’t know. I probably do, to them. But my old is different from my grandparents’ old.

Back home grabbed some coffee and cleaned the kitchen… again. Not nearly as much work as last night. Felt the separation of my inner and outer worlds. Put the outer world housekeeping on autopilot and focused on the inner vision of next year and the successful spread of my studies. Got the idea to contact the editor of the CIIS magazine on Monday to arrange PR for my April workshop. The President of the school said they would do it. I just have to set it up. Ever better.

Back in the office, my wife was going through files… what should be saved… what should be shredded. She’s also trying to make it better. Cleaned out my closet… ending up with a big pile of clothes for Goodwill, a big pile of clothes for the homeless, and a lot more room in the closet. “You have to get rid of old things to make space for new things”, a friend once told me. True for clothes. True for ideas.

I’m thinking about doing this post the whole time. It is not second nature yet. I do remember what happened yesterday… that the server for my computer is in a one hour ahead time zone… and despite planning everything I could think of, I made the first posting after 11pm and it was dated today. Eleven is the new twelve. So much for perfection. I’ve got to live with that all year.

Oh! I’ve cut way back on the online Scrabble. Gotta focus, you know. Ever better.

peace………..ag

Last night at our New Year’s Eve party, I was told to challenge myself this coming year… to do something scary… outside my comfort zone. “That’s how we grow”, se said. I nodded. I’ve heard it before. Right at eye level, on the wall next to my computer, is a quote I put there that says, “It is by non attachment that we grow”. Why not? It’s as good a time as any. Let go of the comfortable.

So here’s what I have chosen to do. For this coming year I will attempt to live my life each day in the here and now and consciously try to “make it better”. How bad can that be? Here’s what happened today.

I made it better. I cleaned up the mess from the party… paper plates, plastic glasses… wiped the dining room table. I remove the leaves I had put in for the party… put the chairs back… fill the dishwasher… hand wash the platters… and try to clean out the drain board… but fail. The cabinet is too full to fit the kids’ drinking glasses. So I pull out a bunch of jars I used to use for storage and put them in a pile to give to a friend who does canning which gives me the extra space to fit the kids’ drinking glasses. I can now clean out the drain board. I wipe the counter… ever better.

And while my body is on auto-pilot making the immediate world around me ever better, I am thinking about how I can fulfill my role in the bigger world and use my talents, skills, and abilities for the good of all. I think about my experiences, my studies, my writing, and how to share them with others. They could not have been just for me alone. And meanwhile the house is getting cleaner. I’ve switched an empty tissue box, and poured water in the basil plant, given Sasha a kitty treat.

I decide to keep a journal of what I’ve done each day, to chronicle my attempts to live as I know I should. When the neighbors who couldn’t make it last night come over to help us eat up the left overs, I tell them of my plan to do a daily post. I know if I put it out there, it will help me to do it. That’s what I’m doing now, in fact, the first of 366 entries onto this blog. We’ll see how long I can keep it up, what connects, what compounds, where will my life be on the next January 1st?

peace…………ag

ps. Amazing, isn’t it. I posted this at 11:04pm on Jan 1, but the server must be in another time zone and it posted on Jan 2. May this be the worst that happens.

pps. Even more amazing.  My techie friend, Tom, figured out how to change the date on this post after the fact.  Ever better.

…or as Dr. Seuss would put it…

“ON BEYOND HUMAN”

Just look how far down the road of evolution it took before there were beings on this planet who even recognized that they were separate and unique from the world outside of them?   It’s not everything that thinks… ’I’ am in here… and ‘you’ are out there.

Obviously not rocks. They aren’t aware of themselves as separate from their environment. And they don’t take the initiative on anything.   Yes, there are rockslides and avalanches where rocks take the fall. But they don’t know what they’re doing. They are simply affected by the outside forces… pulled by gravity… eroded by water… crumbled by weights pressing down on them. And through it all they just sit there and let the world act on them… stoned.

Plants are much more advanced than rocks in relating to the world around them. They react to outer stimuli… turning their leaves to face the sun… sensing something that makes them twist.   And they initiate actions… reaching down for water… saying “I’m thirsty” with their roots. Their survival instincts do what they do without thought. They may not know what they are doing… but what an evolutionary step up from rocks.

Simple animal organisms don’t think for themselves either. There are part of a group mind… what researcher Rupert Sheldrake called a Morphogenetic Field. It’s what permits schools of fish… all tuned in to a single awareness… to turn on a dime, while butterflies and birds fly thousands of miles to places they’ve never been before.   This group mind is aware of it’s separation from ‘it’ or ‘out there’ or whatever you want to call it.  That’s why the fish turn… to escape the predator.

However, the separate physical beings aren’t capable of recognizing themselves as different from the rest of the herd.  Army ants, for example, will walk in a straight line through the jungle till they come to a river… and, without stopping, will keep on going. The lead ants drown and build up a pile of dead ant bodies till there are enough for the rest to use to cross the river.  I can’t conceive of any army ant thinking, “Damn. I finally make it to the front of the pack and we’re coming to a river. Bummer!”

It’s not till we get to more evolved animals that we get creatures who experience feeling different and unique from everything else…

…to be continued…

peace………ag

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