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Chapter Two ~ Remembering

The daily life of Gerald was mystical indeed,
but the fantastic stories he had read
~ and heard spoken ~ by so many;
of spirits, angels, mythical creatures of all kinds,
remained a fictional narrative for him.

Until one night when he lay silently in the forest,
enjoying his usual stargazing sojourn
when the weather was warm enough to sleep outside.

~

There began, some ways down the river,
a quiet tone, which flowed up and down in pitch,
synchronized with the ever~so~subtle whistle of the wind.

Gerald, at this point in his Life,
had spent many nights in the forest, alone.
But something about the tone which sounded now ~
keeping time with the river’s rhythm ~
awakened in the young man some deep ache;
as though a yearning lived in him
which had been alive in his ancestors
long before he was born ~
and had been asleep within his heart
for nearly all his life ~
until now.

~

Such were the challenges
which began to present themselves
as Gerald remembered his own nature:
Do we sort ourselves out now? Or put it off?

With a slow, deliberate inhale,
Gerald took his seat ~ in the throne of his own mind,
~ in the temple of his own body,
the young man abided in his Knowing
and spoke thus:

“I Know Who I Am In Truth.
I Know What I Am In Truth.
I Know How I Serve In Truth.

I Am Here ~ I Am Here ~ I Am Here

and I Am Free."

~

Then, gently rising to his feet,
Gerald directed his attention,
and focused on the source of the pleasant sounds
emanating ~ it seemed ~ from the shrubs over yonder.

Immediately, as he focused on it,
he felt electrified by the Vitality of the noises’ source.
Gerald cautiously pressed his attention forward.

His feet were drawn toward the sounds; so,
with the utmost care, he approached their place.

The sound pressed against his field’s inner boundaries ~
the parts of his aura built to protect his body and psyche,
and upon those boundaries, the sound spoke ~
with a voice as melodious as the song it continued to play:

“Aye, so y’Know who y’Are do ya?”

Gerald was still.

There were indeed parts of his psyche and his field
which had not fully resolved their misidentification.
But he had successfully brought them all home,
and into peace with one another.
His multifaceted self got along with itself,
most of the time.

Now was one of the times when it did not do that.

Here was this disembodied voice
that felt beyond familiar,
and, not remembering an experience like this
ever in his life prior to this day,
the youth was shocked, and he felt dissonance.

Through sheer force of will ~ he gathered himself,
soothed the parts of his psyche that were reeling,
and replied with the Voice of the True Self:

“Aye, indeed I do.

What’s more ~ disembodied singing voice ~
I Know Who You Are.

You Are Here, and You Are Free.”

~

There was a very brief silence,
and the voice began to rumble with laughter.

“Well I’ll be durned, boy ~ I’d prob’ly’ve said t’same t’ing...
Given similar circumstances...
~
But t’truth is,
you haven’t t’foggiest of Who Y’Are.”
Gerald caught his reactive impulse
well before it could express,
and held his position.

“That’s an interesting claim.
Do you have some evidence to support that?”

Again the voice shook with mirth,
and the shaking now felt that it was all around
Gerald’s slightly trembling frame.

“No, sonny.
The proof is in’th’pud’n as~they~say.
You’ll see.  
~
Anyway, here’s the rub:
I’m you. The big You.
And the reason you’ve only come to find me now
in the forest, is that it’s time for you to wake up!

Before you ask,  
no, I haven’t been waiting for you in t’forest.

What it is is that y’ave cleaned up your body
and your psyche ~ enough that you can
finally hear my song from your own heart!
Whether you choose to sing it or not
is up to you, of course, because for some reason,
you seem to call the shots even if you’re way off target...

SO ~ welcome to your real Life.
Ta-da! You’re not merely a man,
you’re like a... plasma tornado,
or a big donut made of chi~prana.

Plasma tornado sounds better though,
so we’ll go with that.

~ A Cosmic whirlwind! With an eyeball in the center!
We’re a torus field.

I am the aspect of Self Who Knows Who He Is,
Who You Truly Are. Imagine the field itself ~
And since you misidentify as only the human aspect,
you can comprehend that ~
the personality structure and the body ~
as the dense, crystallized instrument through which
we express our divine will, within that torus field.

You doin’ okay guy?”

The voice was responding to the increased rate
at which Gerald’s heart was beating.

After another few moments of trembling,
the young man steeled himself,
shook his head, stood stall, and stretched his hands
up into the sky ~ then down to his toes.

When he drew himself back up,  
he concluded that this disembodied voice wasn’t lying.

It felt like a major part of him ~
but neither the voice, nor his own small thinking
was the whole enchilada.

Indeed, as he continued to listen to its ever so soft,
 lilting resonance, it felt increasingly familiar.
A dozen or so tears emerged from his eyes
as he recalled the age of five, when he had
begun to turn the volume down on this voice.

By ten he had put the radio in the closet
and covered it with several layers of keepsakes.
~
But now, with a few mere tears
and some twelve seconds of focused attention,
The Living Man quickly resolved this stuck energy
by telling it ~ in his True Voice:

“Listen here, little man: you’ve got this.
Nobody is going to do it for you,
but you are capable; and if you stay the course,
you will come to know the Laws of Creation
in all their glorious perfection.”

And when his Voice was returned home
to the garden which Gerald had built
inside of his heart,
that’s when the magic began to happen.

~

“So that we can keep up this game of being separate,
because you find it useful ~ for now ~ I need a name.
Whaddayagotferme?”

Gerald pondered this for a few minutes.

When he spoke, it was with genuine excitement:

“Sk’Eye”

“It’ll do.” said Sk’Eye.

An image of an eagle soaring out of the mists
above a sunlit mountain forest ~ the sharp scent of cedar
and the roar of the wind... flashed through Gerald’s mind.

The young man was whole, and knew it to be so.

~

“So you’re like the part of me that is God.”

Sk’Eye laughed and said “Well, You are God,
You’ve just been denying it for such a long time
that you’ve twisted yourself into a knot.

Don’t get messed up about it though,
because everybody is God.
The distinction between Knowing and denying
is Coherence.

Bona fide enlightenment is really just
not having any misidentification going on.

Like if you were totally realized,
this whole dichotomy of me and you as a duality  
wouldn’t be a thing.”

Gerald thought,

“Maybe so, but it seems a helpful way
to acclimate to more of the cosmic stuff.
I don’t remember any of that.
I imagine it would be jarring to recall ~”

Sk’Eye interrupted with,

“The True Self Knows Precisely Who He Is ~
your Cosmic Nature
is by no means a foreign matter to You.

I believe you are playing with yourself,
and on some level enjoy watching the small self
bumble around in foolish confusion.

However, you also delight in, and are Realized through
Standing ~ firmly in your Knowing,
with grace and certainty in your words and deeds.

So I will say that yes, Gerald ~ it would be jarring,
to the small self ~ but the small self is a Creation of yours.
It may have ‘gotten away from you’ so to speak,
but the body and psyche of the Man, Gerald,
are your property. You are the sole owner
of a temple of God,
in... more or less fair condition.

The temple is indeed an expression of You, specifically,
the unique, one-of-a-kind plasma tornado
that you think of as your ‘self’.

Remember this ~ your body is in your mind (or psyche).
The psyche is like a huge castle full of chambers ~
in that there are parts of the psyche
that the True Self attends to (cosmic stuff)
which is like... most of the chambers ~
and there are parts attended to with the personality:
(hue-of-Man stuff,
...and some basic Man stuff ~
although, the real Man stuff is when  
there is no small self because
you Know Who You Are)

But in and on this castle, this temple, of embodiment,
you are the steward, or the king (of this one Being),
I’m just part of your psyche that you’ve cordoned off
so that you can pretend to be a mere little human.

You can talk to me like I’m the cosmic side of you,
(because that’s what I am, in function)
we can talk in your mind, heart ~ you can speak aloud
but maybe be wise about when and where you do that,
so you don’t cause a ruckus unnecessarily.

By the way these are your rules and you can change them,
obviously ~ because you’re always free.
You got all that?”

Gerald gathered himself and affirmed
that he did ~ indeed, he got all that.

~

Having found himself, the young man was ready
for clarity about what the reason was behind this
bizarre encounter with a higher tier of his own mind.

“Sk’Eye, why now?”

“Whad’ya mean?”

“Well why are we reunited only just now?”

“I told you, Hoss ~ your focus and discipline has paid off.
Also, the time you spend in nature likely has as well.

It’s not a new t’ing ~ my presence;
it’s just that you mostly ate junk food as a kid and into adolescence.
It was only a couple years ago that you started eating fresh fruit and other raw, living foods.”

Gerald found himself turning his attention to his gut,
and very faintly remembering how he used to eat.

He was glad not to be doing that any more ~
and it was true that his gut health had played a large role
in his recent years of Coherence.

“Is that it?”

“Well, no, the fact that you meditate regularly,
get your feet in the dirt,
leave the city sometimes,
and have a sort of holistic life strategy thing going on,
all of that factors in.

Really, what it comes down to is this:

When people are clean enough in their body and psyche,
I mean really sorted out ~
Then they will feel inclined ~ sometimes even aching ~
to develop greater Coherence or to Know Who They Are;
To be in their Knowing ~ And, as luck would have it,
Nature’s Laws are Perfect!
So all you have to do
is Be Who You Truly Are
and presto!

BUT ~ You still have to attend to your Creations,
everything unsorted must be sorted.

There’s no need to tear your psyche to shreds though ~

you will know what you must attend to ~ and how ~

with divine timing, as you align to your True Self.

Indeed, All Your Needs Are Met In Perfect Ways.”

Gerald took a moment to contemplate this.

“That sounds too good to be true.”

“Well... you’re not wrong, exactly...
I mean, technically you’re incorrect,
but I know what you’re trying to say.

The t’ing is, your Needs being Met in Perfect Ways
scarcely resembles the small self’s ideas
about what that looks like.

Here’s what you’ve got:

Nature’s Laws are Perfect.
If you choose to Live,
you must Serve All of Life in some way.
That is the requirement.
To Serve is:
‘To conduct one’s Self in benefit to All Life.
Or as I say: To Learn and Grow Stronger,
All~Ways and Eternally’

~

Everyone is free to choose how they learn,
and grow, and serve. But nothing escapes the Law.

So it behooves every Living Being ~
who wishes to continue Living ~
to Know the Laws of Nature, and harmonize with them ~
because the only other option is suffering.”