In this Cosmos everything is balanced, if not by definition then surely in essence. But having followed the New Age scene for a few years, it looks like the dark is rampant, and the good guys are no match by far. The common idea is that the bulk of our economy is in the hands of those who only mean to control, bleed dry and otherwise keep in the dark the bulk of our six billion souls....

But is accumulation of wealth really just the privilege of the dark? Could wealth really stay that far out of balance, without some equalizing force gathering momentum to rectify the situation? I state  here the personal belief that this is simply not possible: any deviation from Equilibrium in a inherently balanced system will have to result in some force attempting to regain balance.

So I figure that the minute fraction of the population that owns the bulk of the world's abundance is very likely split right down the middle. "But if it is, and we all know the bad guys, why is nothing being said about the good guys?", you probably ask. Well, stick with me, because this might well become  interesting....

First of all, what is the main difference between the bad guys and the good guys? Well, the dark means to control, and thus restrict their subjects. And people are just like the media: they tend to wail loudly about the bad news, and keep the good news to themselves. So if someone takes something from you, you complain, but a sudden windfall is usually just enjoyed in silence, and thus never makes it to the news. So if a positive force attempts to balance things like their viewpoint urges them to, they will usually have to do positive things to counteract their darker brethren. But like I said, that never makes the news.

Dark influences aim to concentrate all their resources within the restricted area they call their domain. No point in putting it in hostile territory, right? Light on the other hand knows no boundaries, and therefor keep their resources neatly spread. That difference actually makes the Dark an easier target than the Light.

And the Light is not focusing on one central offensive: instead, anyone with a keen mind can detect what direction to  take to achieve balance, because only one direction is the right one. If you want to upset balance, to accumulate anything, there are suddenly many more approaches, all with different results. So the Light simply has a simpler task, that requires less coordination.

So yes, I do believe that myth about bums actually being billionaires, or other urban myths with positive endings. Because let's face it: if you were just doing what you loved to do, but found yourself acquiring quite a capital in the process, what would you do with it? You are not like those who aimed at getting filthy rich in the first place, and thus far less attached to actually being that. On the other hand, if you liked what you were doing before, you'd probably want to keep using those talents. So the money keeps accumulating till you really have to do something with it. 

And believe it or not, but any accumulation of anything will actually attract those who could benefit from it. you don't have to ask how it happens, but believe me it does! But the ones attracted are also divided, each according to their vibration. So while the Dark have to fend off attackers who wish to lighten their load, the Light mainly encounter those who definitely need it, but are not hell-bent on taking it from someone else. So actually, the Light have the edge in accumulation, for they have to expend far less energy trying to maintain their accumulation. To them it's just another tool,  to be applied generously wherever it is needed.

And since like vibrations attract, you can bet your bottom dollar that they teamed up long ago. Germain was said to have amassed a huge capital, but I'm quite sure he's not the only positive one with a tremendously positive bank account. So keep an eye out, because you never see them coming if you are unaware. But if you wonder about something, and cannot get it to fit the big picture in your mind, then odds are, it's one or more of them, helping you with something you most likely hadn't even perceived as being a necessity.

Love your Mysteries,

Dre'

When there's only one person around in a situation, they're much more likely to lend assistance to people in need, whether it's to help pick up something they have dropped or something more important like help them when they are hurt.

When there's a group of people, though, no one acts. They all expect someone else will do it, so no one volunteers or pauses.

The Asch conformity experiments were a series of studies published in the 1950s that demonstrated the power of conformity in groups. These are also known as the "Asch Paradigm" and proved that people will conform to a groups opinion even if it conflicts their own.

This has a profound effect when it comes to public opinion on such issues as war, corruption, conspiracy (fact) theories and even what happened on 9/11, since the majority of people watch main stream media television, and the social conformity will be based on what they see on the news often bypassing their own opinions so as not to be the outcast.

Writing as inspired

(this was in regard to my question for inspiration earlier on):

As for me –

What was your relationship like with your Mother/Mother Figure/Primary Caregiver?
Did you feel unconditionally loved, supported and safe?
What kind of relationships do you have with the women in your life now?

All good contemplations presently !

JK

 

When I decided to leave this plush place I resided in, I never thought it would immediately result in a full day's work for both me and the owner of my former home: because that was how long it took for her to push my nearly 26 inches and over 8 pounds into what is home to me now...

A quarter to ten in the evening, on the 23rd of February 1963 my mum got to present me to Dad, who no doubt was proud as a peacock with three tails.

The first few months were ok, although I did notice something of a difference between the two. Only later did I connect the dots, and found out that my father didn't only rule absolutely, but he also happened to like me a lot more than my mom. Now this wasn't really personal, as I found out later, but more of a generic condition: my Dad was just one of those guys that liked guys better, loved them even. He probably just married my Mum because it provided an air of normalcy, which was appreciated in those days.

Which is no condemnation, for he did teach me a lot, although his methods were radically different from those of my Mum. She must be an incarnated Angel, because pretty soon I began to follow her leads. And if I ventured on paths which her positive attitude hadn't warned me about yet, Dad was usually around to tell me what I couldn't do, along with what I should do. Now if they'd alternated their roles, things would have been entirely different. But I guess this play was the one I'd scripted for myself before coming here.

Of course I grew up, and Mum's style in regard to my clothing made sure I became the outsider in class. I doubt it was her intention, but that's what happened. And although I did care about belonging, the idea of just going it alone seemed more and more the thing to do.

I didn't bring home many friends, and certainly no girls, because by then I'd already decided they were too nice to take home to Dad. Not that he'd notice, but he did notice the boys, and left no doubt that they were all 'one of the boys'.

So isolation became complete, when I started to wonder if I was one of the boys too... And no, he never came after me, but the doubt sure made life hell for a while. In the end I decided the issue, but experiences until then had already caused me and my brothers to create ourselves with just one big handicap: We were just too darn nice to ever have a chance in the dating arena!

I don't speak to my remaining brother so often that I can vouch for what's in his mind, so I'll have to just tell you how this made me turn out to be. I know, they are all my choices, and my creations, but back then it was just the world out there which I though existed independent of me....

Ok, not gay, but instead totally devoted to women. Like the Angel who had given birth to me, all those delightful beings must have come from a far better place than us male mortals. And the few opportunities I had to interact with them didn't really help:

When I was about 22, my two brothers (one died in 2007) banded together, and handed me over to one of their ladyfriends. She needed only ten days to decide I wasn't for her...

By the end of my study I moved as far away from home as I could, because I couldn't stand the relationship between Mum and Dad: her going out of her way to help him, and him criticizing her every chance he got! And he is a true master at finding reasons.

Earlier on, there was a point where Mom and us had had enough. Ernst ran away, and me and Leo eventually helped Mom to pack, so we could leave. That would probably have changed things considerately, if it were not for the fact that even rocks apparently can cry! I'd never seen him that small! He actually begged her to forget about leaving, because he couldn't live without her. She turned around, and we had to follow. But his attitude never changed. And if you are then later warned not to mess with their relationship again, distance becomes quite appealing...

So I moved to the center of Holland, a city called Utrecht. But being issued a company car meant I could visit my penpal Linda in Zutphen. There also had been one tiny blonde lady in highschool, but I only dared give her concealed hints, and she never picked them up. Actually, she complicated things a bit, because Ada had the audacity (according to Linda) to flirt with me at my own wedding! Just my luck, the moment I became involved, I apparently also became fair game for the more daring of the female persuasion....  But we are again friends (since I was divorced), even though she was married. Again, nothing but talking...

And it wasn't the first time Linda had problems with my ladyfriends, although none ever came closer to me than she did. No one still has....  But Reintje, whom I'd met before Linda and with whom we went to Paris for a weekend (she was married), made Paris look like Dante's Inferno to Linda. Point was, until Linda made me aware of it, I never noticed Reintje's very explicit innuendo towards me. Too dumb to even notice, figures....

But back the second serious one: Linda was quite nice, and yes it was meant to be, but the first thought in my mind when I met her for the first time face to face was not one of my nicest: "She is not the One, but for now I'm quite happy with her."

And so it was bound to be terminal, although it took the better part of seventeen years to finally go poof! And it was great while it lasted, since it resulted in two lovely young ladies. Part of the trouble was, that coming from a home where strict rules applied, had made me decide to never do such a thing to my kids. Linda came from strict rules as well, but she only had her Mom to deal with. Apparently she had figured that rules are needed, and that was part of the clash. When bipolar disorder added to the mix, the end came.

No one is to blame for it, but truth be said: Linda initiated it, and for all the right reasons. I fought it for a while, trying to become the one I perceived her to want. But no matter what I did or became, she stayed the course. November 2005 was the end, and the beginning at the same time: now single, but not ready for moore by a long shot! In fact, first learning to appreciate solitude, I'd realised that I'd always needed it, and probably always will, every now and then.

There was however the decision that I'd no longer disregard a thought like the one I'd had meeting Linda: no more compromises, although that seems to clash with the feeling of total adoration that accompanies it. Figuring that such an attitude would probably leave me single for the remainder of my stay here, life didn't seem altogether fair: how on Earth would I find an Angel willing to step up to me?

And then Seda came along: small, like Ada, but with pitchblack hair, and the cutest dark brown eyes. Mere superficialities you say, but life has developed me into one who absolutely appreciates such things. No insult intended to ladies who are taller, blonder, more voluptuous or more plain, but a man can only have one absolutely favorite flavour of icecream, and Seda was it. In fact, she even had me do what I'd never thought I'd do: proposing to a married woman in case she ever became single again, even though all we had done so far was talk. And we still haven't done anything more, except that the events around her and me inspired me to write my second novel. And she showed me that Angels like the One I'm looking for really do exist. But to this day, I'm still not sure if she's the One, or just one of the pointers leading to her.....

Love your Legacy,

Dré

Writing as inspired

(this was in regard to my question for inspiration earlier on):

As for me –

What was your relationship like with your Mother/Mother Figure/Primary Caregiver?
Did you feel unconditionally loved, supported and safe?
What kind of relationships do you have with the women in your life now?

All good contemplations presently !

JK

 

When I decided to leave this plush place I resided in, I never thought it would immediately result in a full day's work for both me and the owner of my former home: because that was how long it took for her to push my nearly 26 inches and over 8 pounds into what is home to me now...

A quarter to ten in the evening, on the 23rd of February 1963 my mum got to present me to Dad, who no doubt was proud as a peacock with three tails.

The first few months were ok, although I did notice something of a difference between the two. Only later did I connect the dots, and found out that my father didn't only rule absolutely, but he also happened to like me a lot more than my mom. Now this wasn't really personal, as I found out later, but more of a generic condition: my Dad was just one of those guys that liked guys better, loved them even. He probably just married my Mum because it provided an air of normalcy, which was appreciated in those days.

Which is no condemnation, for he did teach me a lot, although his methods were radically different from those of my Mum. She must be an incarnated Angel, because pretty soon I began to follow her leads. And if I ventured on paths which her positive attitude hadn't warned me about yet, Dad was usually around to tell me what I couldn't do, along with what I should do. Now if they'd alternated their roles, things would have been entirely different. But I guess this play was the one I'd scripted for myself before coming here.

Of course I grew up, and Mum's style in regard to my clothing made sure I became the outsider in class. I doubt it was her intention, but that's what happened. And although I did care about belonging, the idea of just going it alone seemed more and more the thing to do.

I didn't bring home many friends, and certainly no girls, because by then I'd already decided they were too nice to take home to Dad. Not that he'd notice, but he did notice the boys, and left no doubt that they were all 'one of the boys'.

So isolation became complete, when I started to wonder if I was one of the boys too... And no, he never came after me, but the doubt sure made life hell for a while. In the end I decided the issue, but experiences until then had already caused me and my brothers to create ourselves with just one big handicap: We were just too darn nice to ever have a chance in the dating arena!

I don't speak to my remaining brother so often that I can vouch for what's in his mind, so I'll have to just tell you how this made me turn out to be. I know, they are all my choices, and my creations, but back then it was just the world out there which I though existed independent of me....

Ok, not gay, but instead totally devoted to women. Like the Angel who had given birth to me, all those delightful beings must have come from a far better place than us male mortals. And the few opportunities I had to interact with them didn't really help:

When I was about 22, my two brothers (one died in 2007) banded together, and handed me over to one of their ladyfriends. She needed only ten days to decide I wasn't for her...

By the end of my study I moved as far away from home as I could, because I couldn't stand the relationship between Mum and Dad: her going out of her way to help him, and him criticizing her every chance he got! And he is a true master at finding reasons.

Earlier on, there was a point where Mom and us had had enough. Ernst ran away, and me and Leo eventually helped Mom to pack, so we could leave. That would probably have changed things considerately, if it were not for the fact that even rocks apparently can cry! I'd never seen him that small! He actually begged her to forget about leaving, because he couldn't live without her. She turned around, and we had to follow. But his attitude never changed. And if you are then later warned not to mess with their relationship again, distance becomes quite appealing...

So I moved to the center of Holland, a city called Utrecht. But being issued a company car meant I could visit my penpal Linda in Zutphen. There also had been one tiny blonde lady in highschool, but I only dared give her concealed hints, and she never picked them up. Actually, she complicated things a bit, because Ada had the audacity (according to Linda) to flirt with me at my own wedding! Just my luck, the moment I became involved, I apparently also became fair game for the more daring of the female persuasion....  But we are again friends (since I was divorced), even though she was married. Again, nothing but talking...

And it wasn't the first time Linda had problems with my ladyfriends, although none ever came closer to me than she did. No one still has....  But Reintje, whom I'd met before Linda and with whom we went to Paris for a weekend (she was married), made Paris look like Dante's Inferno to Linda. Point was, until Linda made me aware of it, I never noticed Reintje's very explicit innuendo towards me. Too dumb to even notice, figures....

But back the second serious one: Linda was quite nice, and yes it was meant to be, but the first thought in my mind when I met her for the first time face to face was not one of my nicest: "She is not the One, but for now I'm quite happy with her."

And so it was bound to be terminal, although it took the better part of seventeen years to finally go poof! And it was great while it lasted, since it resulted in two lovely young ladies. Part of the trouble was, that coming from a home where strict rules applied, had made me decide to never do such a thing to my kids. Linda came from strict rules as well, but she only had her Mom to deal with. Apparently she had figured that rules are needed, and that was part of the clash. When bipolar disorder added to the mix, the end came.

No one is to blame for it, but truth be said: Linda initiated it, and for all the right reasons. I fought it for a while, trying to become the one I perceived her to want. But no matter what I did or became, she stayed the course. November 2005 was the end, and the beginning at the same time: now single, but not ready for moore by a long shot! In fact, first learning to appreciate solitude, I'd realised that I'd always needed it, and probably always will, every now and then.

There was however the decision that I'd no longer disregard a thought like the one I'd had meeting Linda: no more compromises, although that seems to clash with the feeling of total adoration that accompanies it. Figuring that such an attitude would probably leave me single for the remainder of my stay here, life didn't seem altogether fair: how on Earth would I find an Angel willing to step up to me?

And then Seda came along: small, like Ada, but with pitchblack hair, and the cutest dark brown eyes. Mere superficialities you say, but life has developed me into one who absolutely appreciates such things. No insult intended to ladies who are taller, blonder, more voluptuous or more plain, but a man can only have one absolutely favorite flavour of icecream, and Seda was it. In fact, she even had me do what I'd never thought I'd do: proposing to a married woman in case she ever became single again, even though all we had done so far was talk. And we still haven't done anything more, except that the events around her and me inspired me to write my second novel. And she showed me that Angels like the One I'm looking for really do exist. But to this day, I'm still not sure if she's the One, or just one of the pointers leading to her.....

Love your Legacy,

Dré

We all know the term "Famous Last Words", which usually signify an ending, most likely disastrous. This is an example of a quote that signifies a beginning......

Some people stop at nothing to spread peace and love....

Sometimes I feel like I'm not there... where I want to be. Like the end of a rubber band knowing it is supposed to be somewhere near the other end. What doesn't matter is in which direction I'm being stretched, I know there's this force beckoning me to go. And I may or may not like it, but I still do!

I most love to be relaxed: nothing pulling me anywhere, just being what I am and loving every minute of it. Some would call that plain lazy, but they confuse absence of activity with absence of stress. Stress is OK, but only for a little while: as soon as it eases up, I go flying off, totally relaxed but at lightning speed!

So yes, I work full time, spend about half as much time on a train, run a website, fix people's computers, enjoy the company of my kids, and write novels. And on top of that I dream of Life. Life is fun that way, and I'm not saying I wouldn't have it any other way, but that is the whole point: we're always being pulled somewhere by our desires. But in the end, it's just which end you focus on. It could be the one that's pointing to wherever you're likely to be going, but personally, I go for the end of where I am, without wanting to end its evolution....

Basically, that rubber band is basically strung between where it is and where it is being pulled. It can resist being pulled there, but the stress will only mount in that case, as will the certainty of eventually being launched in that direction. That's OK if you want to go there, but sucks bigtime if you don't. 

So rather than opposing, the trick to staying relaxed is actually going along with whatever is pulling, so you'll have the elasticity left over to extend yourself in the direction of anything that feels desirable.....

Love your tensions, they're here to help!

Dre'