Flocks

 

Water can make and retain a template of whatever it has once been exposed to. If you read that sentence again, and think about what I am suggesting, then, perhaps you too will be amazed. This is not my finding. Science is already onto it. In fact, I am not a scientist and I am relying on what some scientists have already been saying. However, my new-age teachers have not latched on to this obvious validation for so much of what we tend to imagine in the first place.

And the UFO people haven’t said much about it either. I do not know if this could ever be fleshed out easily, but it is not hard for me to imagine frozen water, traveling on a chondritic meteorite, and that frozen, ancient water, to have had the template for life’s beginnings.

Water not only stores and transfers information, it also encourages behavior, like circulation.

Water seems to defy gravity. It rises into the atmosphere, gathers and forms clouds, with negative and positive charges. We probably don’t think enough about that incredible, natural energy storage; that gas can form drops and those drops can fall as rain. The rain can fill bodies and those bodies of fluid can begin to obey gravity. Of course, if the rain falls into a very cold part of our world, then it can form ice. But, as Jesus once said, there is a certain property of water where we can find ourselves never thirsting again. Water never forgets.

Have you ever heard the term, “Must be something in the water.”?

See, water remembers everything you say, feel, do or think and it cares enough about it all to absorb and retain it.

How important is water? I think water is just as important as that very first element, hydrogen.

Water, is a reflection of God. It has two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen atom. In the reflection I am speaking of, the two hydrogen atoms are God, the spirit and God, the father. The oxygen atom represents God, the son. But it isn’t water without all three.

Water is a poem, written about me. When Narcissus saw his own reflection in water, he too fell in love. This is actually normal. What is being reflected is the deepest truth of all; there is only One. Water attests to this fact. And if we look closer at the human form, we would not be wrong to consider it to be a very organized blob of water. And if we will look at other blobs, we will begin to see that we are all just temporary droplets, excitedly vibrating across the surface of the ocean of existence, just for a moment, until we dissolve back into the Great Oneness.

Day and night, draught and rain, positive and negative… the glorious opposites which grow in complexity, create the partitions which give us the feelings of isolation. But no man is an island. The islands are all illusions; lands where an ocean can believe it has been separated from itself.

Your form is one such illusion. Around, and even within you, the water of Life is still just One, Great All, but the illusion you are enjoying is that you are, in fact, an island. Anything which begins and ends is but a trick.

What does this mean for your personality? Not to worry; it is completely retained. It’s just not as important as you think it is at this moment. The onboard computer, buried in the darkness of your skull, is wired to match your form as a stand-alone unit. That’s why any narrative about Oneness seems to sound like a religion or a fantasy; that computer in your head is functioning as it should; it was designed to keep your body running properly while you experience and express Life as a partitioned witness. Any look beyond the veil only takes away from the excitement you were created to enjoy.

I’ve often used the analogy of a flock of birds to tell you how this form works. Think of the birds as your body, and make sure that you think of some of the birds as thought. Thought is a flock-property. Something happens and it is a new bird, but you forget it: that is evidence that that bird has flown. We say, “I forgot.” When in reality, nothing special happened; it was just that a bird flew away. That bird carried the influence of that experience with it. Instead of being a memory in your brain, it is out there, flying around by itself. If someone, or something, serves to “re-mind” you of something you have absolutely forgotten, that’s just the bird, with that impression, rejoining the flock of you. We sometimes say, “It occurred to me.” When we mean, a bird flew into my consciousness (my flock) and brought a spirit with it; an impression of something from elsewhere. We may say, “All of the sudden, it came to me.” And that means the same thing. We get a haircut; that’s birds, falling in the forest. We age, that’s birds as they age, tired of flying and holding this pattern for 70 years. Even though the older ones fly off and newer ones fly in, the new ones behave as if they’ve been in this formation for the whole time. This is why we slow down.

But then… we die. However slow or quickly this takes place, it is nothing more and nothing less than the flock disbursing. Out in the world we lived in, there will be birds who remember our form and some resonance of our form may show up in generations for many years. Great-great grandchildren may look just like us. Some birds will remember one or more of our thoughts and they’ll become thoughts for another flock. Some birds will remember how we liked certain foods and they’ll cause another form to like that food too. As a flock, we believe in the illusion that we’ve gathered to be a distinguished being, apart from everything and everyone around us. But as we disburse, we find that the dissolution of this ego-flock is not a loss and there is no suspension of thought or personality; it’s just forever rearranging.

When you get a haircut, you do not feel like you have lost a part of who you really are. When you forget something, you do not feel as though you died when that memory flew away. But when your last cell has departed and your last memory has flown, you suppose there needs to be a certificate to state that you no longer form a flock. It has always been referred to as death, but there is one law that says that death cannot even occur; the law of conservation. Everything you are, has always been and always will be. Your mind is quite focused on the flock you refer to as yourself. This is exactly as it should be. However, there is nothing to fear in your future. There really won’t be any loss when you fly apart; you’ll just find yourself in trillions of places instead of just this one flock. Even your own, onboard computer will be used in the making of other onboard computers and you’ll eventually feel some sort of strange attachment to a place or a person; as if you’ve been there before or as if you’ve met them before. This is always going to be referred to as pseudoscience at best; because it cannot be tested by the kinds of animals who test things. But you don’t need science to prove this; you just need to experience it. And you will. And you have.

Besides conservation, there is an accumulation and there is expansion. So as knowledge finds its way into birds (metaphorically speaking) another bird will come along for every new idea. And another bird for every newly evolved thing. So this keeps expanding and growing the Universe in all directions.

Evidence of resonance is seen in the way that humans tend to look like humans and mothers know what to do with their offspring as soon as the arrive from the womb. Instinct is accumulating all the time. Anything you have learned can be sent to a new creature in the form of your flown, metaphorical bird. Someone, ten years from now, may come up to you and tell you that they’ve been basing their entire career on something you told them and you might ask, “I really said that?”

Yes, you did, but the bird who carried that idea flew away later and when you spoke those words, a bird with that idea flew right into another flock. We think of it as learning when a bird enters our flock, bringing new thought, but it was already learned, just now occurring (flying to) us.

You will never die. You will, however, scatter. And if you think about it, that could be a lot of fun. And if you really think about it, it has always been fun. You were a part of a distant star, so long ago that you’ve forgotten all about it; but it would not be of much use to you to recall the time when you were a part of a mountain on mars. But having forgotten, do you really feel sad for the mountain? Of course not. You are not that mountain anymore. And if you are 60, like me, you are not the baby you were 59 years ago. So am I sad that I cannot really remember being that baby? Not in the least. It would serve no purpose today. And yes, a day will come when I will forget the man I am today, but as a part of the being I become a part of, that would not serve a purpose anyway. I’ve forgotten things that happened in my life just ten years ago, but it seems to have no effect on who I am right now. Of course, my computer does not like the idea of wiping the memory of today, but it will also think of tomorrow as today whenever tomorrow arrives and it will naturally be more concerned with that version of today.

Flock? Or blob? Imagine now that you are that blob of water, leaving wetness wherever you go. Sloshing through life, leaving little puddles everywhere. And what happens whenever the blob is not you anymore? Well, you could become vapor and fly up and be a part of a cloud. You could be a part of the ocean. You could be an iceberg. You could be drinking water for the most famous person on the planet in 1,000 years and that person may even say, “Wow, that is great water.”

Enjoy your blob. Enjoy your flock. It does not last, but it was formed on purpose and the purpose is so much higher than you can even imagine; you have been formed to experience Joy, on behalf of All. To create a more intentional spread of this joy, always remember to Love All as you do Self.

The joy is going to happen whether you indulge as a form or not. In other words, the reason we are all here is to experience joy and that reason cannot be terminated. Joy is the most fundamental attribute of All and if your human form cannot find joy, it’s because your stubborn brain has decided to avoid Joy. You are not here for any other reason. If you find that the person you think you are is not a contributor to The Joy of All, then do everything in your power to rethink that person. Of course I call it Love; but Love is nothing more and nothing less than the acceptance of Oneness.

 

Paul once said, "We are all vessels of honor; formed things after all."

What does it really mean to be a vessel of honor? It means that you are filled with Joy and Joy cannot be held in the same vessel. If it isn’t given, in the form of Love, it will rot. We are only here to be poured out.

We are told that this is but a stage and we are but actors. I have read that many times. And I wondered how I could be acting and yet not know it. It is not at all unlike the wave on the ocean Watts speaks of. It rises up, makes a shape, waves and then it crashes. There is something nearly sad about that unless you stop and consider the greater implication; that the ocean is never harmed in the making of a wave.

God knew we would get into debates about particles and waves. He knew we’d get them confused. This observation has made me feel particle-like, but I am scheduled to crash and I will wave again.

When I tell you that you will live forever, I can even promise you this. But if you go daydreaming about what that is, then you’ll likely get it wrong.

It is not that you will come out of your old body and remain in that shape while you float up in the sky, thinking about all that just happened. Everything about that idea is wrong. It won’t be a version of your physical expression that returns to Universal Consciousness. That’s easy enough to rule out by asking a simple question: Which version of you lives forever? Would it be the version of you, right as you exhale that last, physical breath? No.

Do you suppose we return to some point where we were our best selves and that is the person who lives forever?

That cannot be the case; we who have lived a long time can already tell you of the death of our former selves. 

It is actually even better. It’s The Very You who You were before you became you. You not only forget the combination to the lock on your high school locker, you forget your high school too. Oh, the memory is out there, but you won’t need it. The memory of this life, instead of clogging the cells of an organic brain, will always remain as the impression it made upon The Whole. You’ll be able to consider it, but You won’t need the details again. You’ll realize that All was always You and All of the changes are there for Your pleasure.

Greater is He that is in you, than he that is in the world.

Who is the You?

Of course my brain can’t tell you, because my brain believes that my body is the center of The Universe. I only know this is not so intellectually, but when I look out with my eyes, I go straight back to thinking the observer is behind my eyes. This would certainly be true if there were no other places or times, but I know that other places exist and I am aware of other times. And even though my own thoughts limit this body to discovery here and now, I am aware that time and space are limitless and that is how The True Observer experiences All.

When I die, nothing stops. Things simply rearrange.

A bottle of water thinks it is human. It has all of these water-bottle friends and they do all kinds of water-bottle things. A water bottle remembers the plastic shape it has been in for its lifetime. Water-bottle parties are great fun. Water bottles go to work, have baby bottles, marry bottles they are very attracted to and then they grow old and tired. And then one day, the top is removed and out goes the water. The water bottles that were friends and relatives of the empty bottle, all gather and have tearful ceremonies. The emptied bottle is remembered in certain circles for a long time. But the thing bottles usually fail to think about is the water that was in the bottle they knew and loved. That water is out there. Some of it is in a pool, some in an ocean, some in a well and some in a potion.

What made the old, formerly labeled bottle the person he or she was? It was never more or less than the water inside. It was poured in at some point and it got poured out another day.

If a water bottle you loved has passed away, then know that it was never really the bottle you loved, but the water in it. That water, while rearranged and even scattered, can never die. Vessels die, but whatever they held does not.

The Myth of Jacob’s Work for a Wife

Jacob was traveling and came to a place where he would meet Rachel, the daughter of Laban. After a meal with Laban, Jacob said, “I’ll work for you for seven years if you’ll let me marry Rachel.”

Laban agreed and Jacob worked for seven years to be with Rachel, but to him, it seemed like a few days, because he loved Rachel. On the night that Laban was to make good on his end of the deal, he sends his other daughter into the bedchamber and Jacob marries her, thinking he is with Rachel.

Naturally, Jacob is upset, but now he knows what kind of guy he is dealing with.

Laban said, “That’s just the way we do things here; the younger has to go before the firstborn, but, if you’ll give me another seven years, I will give you Rachel too.”

So Jacob did the time and now he had two wives; sisters.

Leah gave him a son, but Rachel was barren. So between Leah and Rachel’s handmaids, and even Leah’s handmaids, Jacob had sons and daughters. And those children make up most of the stories in The Bible.

But back to this story:

After these children were born to Jacob, Jacob wanted to be set free so he could start over, on his own, away from Laban.

Jacob reminded Laban of the work he’d done for him and he said, “When it is time for me to go, let me have the speckled and the spotted among the cattle and the goats and that will be my pay and I’ll go.”

Of course Laban hadn’t changed, so before the deal could be made, he took the speckled and spotted animals out of his flock and gave them to one of his sons and said, “Get them at least three days away.”

But Jacob knew something Laban could not have known. Jacob took branches of poplar, hazel and chestnut trees and peeled some of the bark off, leaving white stripes on them. He placed the rods before the strongest of the flocks, in front of the watering troughs. When those flocks had offspring, they were striped, speckled or spotted. When feeble cattle came to the water, Jacob took away the white rods and those animals had solid color offspring; weaker than his own of course, and those were to remain with Laban.

In Hebrew, Laban means white. The myth of the white stripes is not just a myth.

The fact that the white stripes were present where the cattle went to drink water, is really a somewhat true story about water and its influential memory. With the water, in the presence of observing cattle,  the impression remained and the information was taken into the womb of the mothers and it impacted the offspring.

Water does not forget.

There is an old myth about a group of researchers discussing poison as a potential weapon. Supposedly, there was a pitcher of water in the room. Each researcher had a glass of water and each of them were rushed to the hospital for poisoning. The water in the room was tested and found to be H2O, with no poison. Naturally, spiritual new-agers grabbed this and said, “See, the water heard the discussion and applied the idea to itself.”

Perhaps.