Spellbound by the book, The ET-Human Link, by Dana Redfield,
I had to publish a few pull-quotes from her “Preface.”
Preface: Once Upon a Time...
Extraterrestrial soul in a human body...
Mind gone crazy from too many lies
in the spellbound hives....
Intellectual debate over what is real.
Lightning strikes, splitting the old tree trunk,
opening the way for a Light Tree rising
up out of the mists of consciousness,
crackling with creative potential....
The question of “dual reference.”...
When you answer the question,
“What is a human being,”
you will have answered the question,
“what is an alien?”...
really a question
about human nature and origins,
a multi-dimensional question about consciousness,
evolution, reincarnation, communication, will, spirit, and love....
schooled in a new realm of consciousness?...
garden of evolution...
a new thresthold
some call the “shift,”...
a new world...
a new age,
movement into a fourth or fifth dimension...
“unprecedented,”
never before experienced by human beings.
whole of humankind....
I examine...
ancient legends
to compare
to ET communications
and bold new scientific theories about connections between
DNA and consciousness....
There is life,
and there are the stories about life;
what is believed and perceived,...
The possibility of senses beyond these five is disputed
by people who have not experienced them,...
When life shows something different from our
story about life,
it is the story that must change....
We would not need to appear in ships
and shine cone lights down
if you were familiar with these altered states.
But you are children in this respect, so we enact dramas.
But your games scare people...
Yes, because there is need to accelerate....
as you work to “bring Heaven to Earth,” so to speak.
is not birth traumatic?
You are in the throes of labor pains.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
If David Lynch had directed The Truman Show
“My life felt like The Truman Show, only directed by David Lynch.” -- quoted from my book, RattleSnake Fire: a memoir of extra-dimensional experience.
I used to wonder indignantly why people like David Lynch made such dark movies.
During the height of my paranoia in 2004, I finally understood: Because this stuff happens, and people need to know. At least some people do.
Then for the first time, I was glad Lynch had made Blue Velvet. Because I’d been there, trapped as the woman had been, my mind just becoming aware.
Eventually I remembered the promises of prophets, shamans and teachers worldwide – that we are powerful and have Help in High Places. I remembered the miracles and visions of prophesy that had flowed through me in recent years, and realized this terror is a common or requisite phase in events called "shamanic initiation," an introduction to things not generally accessed by "civilized" humanity - yet.
I decided to face my fears and claim the help I was offered, and do what Carlos Castaneda’s teacher, Don Juan, said was the work of the righteous shaman: "to rectify the course of sorcery." I could see that sorcery – evil sorcery – was out of control on this planet. And potentially good magic could be our birthright. This would be righteous work, global work, cosmically historic work. Probably carried out by thousands or millions of people like me on the planet – transcending fear – who I could join with my prayers and intentions.
I gathered around me all the Spirit Helpers who’d presented themselves to me in past years, with Yeshua’s teachings of compassion and devotion as my touchstone. And I prayed to transcend my fear and accept the power that hurt and survival might generate in any of us.
I used to wonder indignantly why people like David Lynch made such dark movies.
During the height of my paranoia in 2004, I finally understood: Because this stuff happens, and people need to know. At least some people do.
Then for the first time, I was glad Lynch had made Blue Velvet. Because I’d been there, trapped as the woman had been, my mind just becoming aware.
Eventually I remembered the promises of prophets, shamans and teachers worldwide – that we are powerful and have Help in High Places. I remembered the miracles and visions of prophesy that had flowed through me in recent years, and realized this terror is a common or requisite phase in events called "shamanic initiation," an introduction to things not generally accessed by "civilized" humanity - yet.
I decided to face my fears and claim the help I was offered, and do what Carlos Castaneda’s teacher, Don Juan, said was the work of the righteous shaman: "to rectify the course of sorcery." I could see that sorcery – evil sorcery – was out of control on this planet. And potentially good magic could be our birthright. This would be righteous work, global work, cosmically historic work. Probably carried out by thousands or millions of people like me on the planet – transcending fear – who I could join with my prayers and intentions.
I gathered around me all the Spirit Helpers who’d presented themselves to me in past years, with Yeshua’s teachings of compassion and devotion as my touchstone. And I prayed to transcend my fear and accept the power that hurt and survival might generate in any of us.
Monday, December 15, 2008
Remaking Our Economy - Our Way
I never thought I’d hear it on mainstream public radio: “The crashing economy can actually be a good thing. The existing one doesn’t represent our values. In creating a new economy, we have the chance to create one based on our collective values.” [Paraphrased from economist-author interview on NPR’s “Fresh Air,” hosted by Terry Gross, November 2008]
I’ve been waiting for this time for years. Economists the world over have been saying, for years, that we were living in an economic bubble of illusion which had to crash. And now it has.
Before we all panic, let’s think about what that means. Are we going to wait until the powers that be, which created this mess, come up with a plan? Or shall we remember that economies are all about trust… and who do we most trust? Invisible unreachable people in DC? Or - our neighbors, church members, family members, best friends, friends of friends, club members, parents of our children, children of our friends…? You get my point.
Next, if that’s who we most trust, who do we most value? Same list? Of course. So, let’s work with them.
Economy is all about give and take. What do you need? What do I need? What can we exchange with one another? And what all do we have in our community?
I’d rather buy locally-made furniture any day, rather than something trucked in from a shop somewhere where the workers are having far less fun than the guy working in his garage. That way my money can support fun, creativity, uniqueness, love and satisfaction for one of those people on my list, maybe a neighbor.
We could support an entire cottage industry for people learning those skills, say, in a collaboration between furniture stores and independent woodworkers. We could repair and recycle old furniture, keep it out of the landfill, provide skills to people who need new ones, and provide our community with all the furniture it needs, and in high fashion. Not a grim Depression-era picture, but, arguably, an improvement over what we’ve had, generally, for quite some time in Western culture.
Another example: How many people love to bake? Let’s create more bakeries. How many love to make tortillas? Why in the world ship them from wherever they do? Let’s make them here!
An ideal community, I’ve always thought, would have a bakery and a tortillaria on every block.
How many love to garden? Let’s get at it. And let’s teach one another all we know, and grow food on every bit of spare land. It could be fun, beautiful, and create new bonds between people.
How many carpenters would like to help people make their homes more energy efficient? We could design custom improvements for a series of homes in a teaching environment, to kick-start a community-wide effort to make every single home as energy-efficient as possible, with passive solar designs that can make some of the homes entirely energy-free (free from outside/pay-for energy), which one day might be a goal for every home. There’s nothing stopping us.
Who likes to brew beer? Or would like to learn? I’d love to drink local beer.
Some folks are worried that this economic collapse will trigger depression, anger, drinking and domestic violence, not an uncommon pattern. But I’d like to suggest it’s usuallt common when people feel trapped and frustrated; so if people were doing work they loved, in our newly custom-created, freely-created economy, a lot fewer people would collapse like that.
Doing work one love gives dignity and hope, so we’ll might expect people to step into new behaviors, and enjoy beer in a different way. Since Ben Franklin said that beer was proof God loves us, let’s support our local brewmeisters with their gifts of turning God’s grain into celebratory beverages! There: more artful jobs created and more money kept in our local economy, not going away to corporate headquarters.
Who likes to sew? Let’s give ourselves wardrobes of custom-made items, artwork for the body! And recycle those that lost their design appeal, or more likely were never designed well in the first place…. Right?! Don’t we have “issues” with our clothing? Never sufficient pockets, or too binding, wrong fabric, whatever. How ‘bout a huge clothing and recycling/refabricating local industry? I know that I have lots of good items I don’t wear that still have plenty of value, even if only in the fabric. If my clothes could all be remade to be truly functional, then I’d need fewer of them. And all the excess could be moved into the community, to make sure everyone had what they needed. And everyday, some seamstress/tailor/fabric artist could be creating something entirely unique, maybe for a custom request, or maybe as an art piece some unknown person will fall in love with. That’s what we need: more art, more falling in love with the simple things of life.
We could all be doing the work of our dreams. We only have to do it. It needs no one to oversee it. No bureaucracy. No nothing. We only have to change our minds, and continue changing our minds, making adjustments along the way, refining, expanding, stepping beyond, becoming the artists of our world.
“…The chance to re-create the economy according to our own values.” Quite the moment in history into which we’ve been born, eh?
Jean Eisenhower is a local author, fabric artist, solar designer, and devotee of corn tortillas hot off the stove.
I’ve been waiting for this time for years. Economists the world over have been saying, for years, that we were living in an economic bubble of illusion which had to crash. And now it has.
Before we all panic, let’s think about what that means. Are we going to wait until the powers that be, which created this mess, come up with a plan? Or shall we remember that economies are all about trust… and who do we most trust? Invisible unreachable people in DC? Or - our neighbors, church members, family members, best friends, friends of friends, club members, parents of our children, children of our friends…? You get my point.
Next, if that’s who we most trust, who do we most value? Same list? Of course. So, let’s work with them.
Economy is all about give and take. What do you need? What do I need? What can we exchange with one another? And what all do we have in our community?
I’d rather buy locally-made furniture any day, rather than something trucked in from a shop somewhere where the workers are having far less fun than the guy working in his garage. That way my money can support fun, creativity, uniqueness, love and satisfaction for one of those people on my list, maybe a neighbor.
We could support an entire cottage industry for people learning those skills, say, in a collaboration between furniture stores and independent woodworkers. We could repair and recycle old furniture, keep it out of the landfill, provide skills to people who need new ones, and provide our community with all the furniture it needs, and in high fashion. Not a grim Depression-era picture, but, arguably, an improvement over what we’ve had, generally, for quite some time in Western culture.
Another example: How many people love to bake? Let’s create more bakeries. How many love to make tortillas? Why in the world ship them from wherever they do? Let’s make them here!
An ideal community, I’ve always thought, would have a bakery and a tortillaria on every block.
How many love to garden? Let’s get at it. And let’s teach one another all we know, and grow food on every bit of spare land. It could be fun, beautiful, and create new bonds between people.
How many carpenters would like to help people make their homes more energy efficient? We could design custom improvements for a series of homes in a teaching environment, to kick-start a community-wide effort to make every single home as energy-efficient as possible, with passive solar designs that can make some of the homes entirely energy-free (free from outside/pay-for energy), which one day might be a goal for every home. There’s nothing stopping us.
Who likes to brew beer? Or would like to learn? I’d love to drink local beer.
Some folks are worried that this economic collapse will trigger depression, anger, drinking and domestic violence, not an uncommon pattern. But I’d like to suggest it’s usuallt common when people feel trapped and frustrated; so if people were doing work they loved, in our newly custom-created, freely-created economy, a lot fewer people would collapse like that.
Doing work one love gives dignity and hope, so we’ll might expect people to step into new behaviors, and enjoy beer in a different way. Since Ben Franklin said that beer was proof God loves us, let’s support our local brewmeisters with their gifts of turning God’s grain into celebratory beverages! There: more artful jobs created and more money kept in our local economy, not going away to corporate headquarters.
Who likes to sew? Let’s give ourselves wardrobes of custom-made items, artwork for the body! And recycle those that lost their design appeal, or more likely were never designed well in the first place…. Right?! Don’t we have “issues” with our clothing? Never sufficient pockets, or too binding, wrong fabric, whatever. How ‘bout a huge clothing and recycling/refabricating local industry? I know that I have lots of good items I don’t wear that still have plenty of value, even if only in the fabric. If my clothes could all be remade to be truly functional, then I’d need fewer of them. And all the excess could be moved into the community, to make sure everyone had what they needed. And everyday, some seamstress/tailor/fabric artist could be creating something entirely unique, maybe for a custom request, or maybe as an art piece some unknown person will fall in love with. That’s what we need: more art, more falling in love with the simple things of life.
We could all be doing the work of our dreams. We only have to do it. It needs no one to oversee it. No bureaucracy. No nothing. We only have to change our minds, and continue changing our minds, making adjustments along the way, refining, expanding, stepping beyond, becoming the artists of our world.
“…The chance to re-create the economy according to our own values.” Quite the moment in history into which we’ve been born, eh?
Jean Eisenhower is a local author, fabric artist, solar designer, and devotee of corn tortillas hot off the stove.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
The Day After October 14
So here it is, October 15, the day after the day predicted for a giant spaceship to arrive and end the debate about extraterrestrial contact on Earth forever.
No ship showed, though there was at least one bad video mockery.
What does this mean?
First, it means that a great many people, who hoped there would be a ship, are not as invested in life as it is on Earth as they are in a different sort of future. I understand their ambivalence. There’s so much here that I don’t like: corruption, lies… well, I won’t go on.
Second, it means they’re willing to stick out their necks and risk being a fool, which is something I chose not to do this time.
And I might have. I only told a few close friends that I, too, had an experience, on September 25, that felt like a portal opening, followed by a vibrational “downloading,” followed by a knowing (not words or vision, though I put these words to it) that a “cosmic ship is approaching.”
I was stunned. And I was skeptical.
A main point of my book, RattleSnake Fire (www.rattlesnakefire.net), is that there seems to be some high-tech chicanery going on, and we can’t always tell what is reality, or what is a message to be trusted.
At Disneyland twenty years ago with my children, I saw a fantastic image cast into the sky – lights shown against a tremendous spray of water in the sky. I’m sure the same thing could be accomplished with lights on clouds or mist. I’ve read references to holograms projected into space. And I’ve experienced emotion-laden vibrations that might have been contact by aliens, or by rogue government high-technicians, or some other cause. And I’ve received predictions that just did not pan out, and later seemed to have been a lesson not to trust every message delivered paranormally.
So I kept my mouth shut, except for those few friends who would understand – and waited.
My experience leads me to conclude that skepticism is not only healthy, but may be a survival requirement. We live in a world, both natural and created, where deceit is ubiquitous. We have insects with fake eyes on their wings, and predators hiding in tall grass. We have banking laws that allow those in the know to invent money legally, while other laws prohibit the common person from doing the same. And every day, strangers in Nigeria ask, via email, for my banking information on the pretext of depositing a half-million dollars in it. Deceit is rampant. I won’t even talk about the bail-out.
My New Age friends say not to focus on the Dark, so we don’t become attached to it. And I agree.
But my story is one of coming full circle, of finding the Third Way, going beyond the polarity of thesis and antithesis, to discover the third unknown, the synthesis: Just as it’s dangerous to focus on the Dark, so is it dangerous to ignore the Dark. Somehow, we must learn a subtle trick – I think of it as the defense dance of aikido – in which we acknowledge the opponent, but focus our energy on where we want to be, and then dance there.
If we never acknowledge the Dark in the first place, we can’t position ourselves in safe relation to it, and it can bite us.
That, I believe, is the message of the cosmic ship no-show. Those who believed too whole-heartedly were unwilling to consider the possibility of a prank. A huge, cosmic-sized prank, which goosed them. And thank goodness for that. I’d rather be goosed and laughed at by humans in denial and maybe even by “the gods” themselves, than whatever worse cosmic tricksters might do.
There are scores of stories throughout history, in which the gods play tricks on humans. The Native American Trickster or Heyoka, the Celtic Loki, and various Greek and Roman gods were now and again engaged in trickery, usually to teach some arrogant – or even humble – human a lesson. Probably not because they’re mean (though they do sometimes seem just too gleeful in their appreciation of their own humor), but because they’ve taken on the responsibility of guiding humans in their evolution.
If “as above so below” applies to the cosmos, for all we know these lessons might save us from climbing happily onto a cosmic slave ship one day.
In the end of my book, I tell the story of a time when seemingly “spiritual” entities gave me a profoundly wonderful and false message. Because of it, I made a fool of myself. When I got over my humiliation, I asked myself what was my lesson and decided it was this: every apparently “spiritual” transmission is not necessarily god-sent.
Some are tricksters. Some just might be not-very-highly-evolved disembodied people between lives with too much time on their hands and who eluded their own helpers and are out causing trouble – cosmic delinquents, if you will.
So, if we’re reading things, or if we’re receiving channeled information, how do we know what to believe? That might be the number one question of our age, and the one we should all be focusing on to answer before we die, or maybe before this next week goes by: How do we know?
Just before I got the transmission that I thought meant a cosmic ship was on the way, I’d begun an essay in which I stated quite simplistically that fraudulent transmissions would probably be characterized by straightforward pictures or words or combinations, which could be beamed into one with technological gimmickry, whereas “true” transmissions would be sensed as whole-body experiences or more subtle sensations – a reasonable theory, I felt ready to share with the world.
And that’s probably why my cosmic helpers included me in the charade, so I’d understand it’s not that simple and I have to keep on working to learn to discern.
It allowed me to imagine a world tremendously changed, in which everyone would finally realize that other beings do exist outside our realm, and they would begin to grapple responsibly with this reality. It made me hopeful. But hope and excitement aren’t enough.
We may need to look again at our assumptions about how our cosmic help communicates with us. Are we receiving clearly?
Are our transmissions jammed or intercepted? Is there something new we’re supposed to learn about discerning true and false transmissions?
As for the masses that might have laughed when the cosmic ship didn’t appear, their cynicism does not make them the wiser ones. They just aren’t on the schedule for this training yet. Everything in its time.
No ship showed, though there was at least one bad video mockery.
What does this mean?
First, it means that a great many people, who hoped there would be a ship, are not as invested in life as it is on Earth as they are in a different sort of future. I understand their ambivalence. There’s so much here that I don’t like: corruption, lies… well, I won’t go on.
Second, it means they’re willing to stick out their necks and risk being a fool, which is something I chose not to do this time.
And I might have. I only told a few close friends that I, too, had an experience, on September 25, that felt like a portal opening, followed by a vibrational “downloading,” followed by a knowing (not words or vision, though I put these words to it) that a “cosmic ship is approaching.”
I was stunned. And I was skeptical.
A main point of my book, RattleSnake Fire (www.rattlesnakefire.net), is that there seems to be some high-tech chicanery going on, and we can’t always tell what is reality, or what is a message to be trusted.
At Disneyland twenty years ago with my children, I saw a fantastic image cast into the sky – lights shown against a tremendous spray of water in the sky. I’m sure the same thing could be accomplished with lights on clouds or mist. I’ve read references to holograms projected into space. And I’ve experienced emotion-laden vibrations that might have been contact by aliens, or by rogue government high-technicians, or some other cause. And I’ve received predictions that just did not pan out, and later seemed to have been a lesson not to trust every message delivered paranormally.
So I kept my mouth shut, except for those few friends who would understand – and waited.
My experience leads me to conclude that skepticism is not only healthy, but may be a survival requirement. We live in a world, both natural and created, where deceit is ubiquitous. We have insects with fake eyes on their wings, and predators hiding in tall grass. We have banking laws that allow those in the know to invent money legally, while other laws prohibit the common person from doing the same. And every day, strangers in Nigeria ask, via email, for my banking information on the pretext of depositing a half-million dollars in it. Deceit is rampant. I won’t even talk about the bail-out.
My New Age friends say not to focus on the Dark, so we don’t become attached to it. And I agree.
But my story is one of coming full circle, of finding the Third Way, going beyond the polarity of thesis and antithesis, to discover the third unknown, the synthesis: Just as it’s dangerous to focus on the Dark, so is it dangerous to ignore the Dark. Somehow, we must learn a subtle trick – I think of it as the defense dance of aikido – in which we acknowledge the opponent, but focus our energy on where we want to be, and then dance there.
If we never acknowledge the Dark in the first place, we can’t position ourselves in safe relation to it, and it can bite us.
That, I believe, is the message of the cosmic ship no-show. Those who believed too whole-heartedly were unwilling to consider the possibility of a prank. A huge, cosmic-sized prank, which goosed them. And thank goodness for that. I’d rather be goosed and laughed at by humans in denial and maybe even by “the gods” themselves, than whatever worse cosmic tricksters might do.
There are scores of stories throughout history, in which the gods play tricks on humans. The Native American Trickster or Heyoka, the Celtic Loki, and various Greek and Roman gods were now and again engaged in trickery, usually to teach some arrogant – or even humble – human a lesson. Probably not because they’re mean (though they do sometimes seem just too gleeful in their appreciation of their own humor), but because they’ve taken on the responsibility of guiding humans in their evolution.
If “as above so below” applies to the cosmos, for all we know these lessons might save us from climbing happily onto a cosmic slave ship one day.
In the end of my book, I tell the story of a time when seemingly “spiritual” entities gave me a profoundly wonderful and false message. Because of it, I made a fool of myself. When I got over my humiliation, I asked myself what was my lesson and decided it was this: every apparently “spiritual” transmission is not necessarily god-sent.
Some are tricksters. Some just might be not-very-highly-evolved disembodied people between lives with too much time on their hands and who eluded their own helpers and are out causing trouble – cosmic delinquents, if you will.
So, if we’re reading things, or if we’re receiving channeled information, how do we know what to believe? That might be the number one question of our age, and the one we should all be focusing on to answer before we die, or maybe before this next week goes by: How do we know?
Just before I got the transmission that I thought meant a cosmic ship was on the way, I’d begun an essay in which I stated quite simplistically that fraudulent transmissions would probably be characterized by straightforward pictures or words or combinations, which could be beamed into one with technological gimmickry, whereas “true” transmissions would be sensed as whole-body experiences or more subtle sensations – a reasonable theory, I felt ready to share with the world.
And that’s probably why my cosmic helpers included me in the charade, so I’d understand it’s not that simple and I have to keep on working to learn to discern.
It allowed me to imagine a world tremendously changed, in which everyone would finally realize that other beings do exist outside our realm, and they would begin to grapple responsibly with this reality. It made me hopeful. But hope and excitement aren’t enough.
We may need to look again at our assumptions about how our cosmic help communicates with us. Are we receiving clearly?
Are our transmissions jammed or intercepted? Is there something new we’re supposed to learn about discerning true and false transmissions?
As for the masses that might have laughed when the cosmic ship didn’t appear, their cynicism does not make them the wiser ones. They just aren’t on the schedule for this training yet. Everything in its time.
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