Some Notes on the Pineal Gland

The Pineal Gland

I’m not Descartes’ biggest fan, but he is one of many who has speculated that the pineal gland may be the “seat of the soul.” It’s a subject I want to explore in the next chapter of Sea of Joy . This morning, I found the following article on RiseEarth. I thought about saving it and keeping it to myself for further reference, but then realised I could both share it and keep it if I just wrote a blog about it.

I don’t really have anything to add to the article as it stands, so just click on the image or go directly to it simply by clicking its title here: Pineal Gland – Has Always Been Part of Earth’s Creation.


Later, I’m going to dig out my notes and add some stuff from DMT: The Spirit Molecule: A Doctor’s Revolutionary Research into the Biology of Near-Death and Mystical Experiences and other sources that corroborates the theory and perhaps can help us learn more about how to re-awaken the third eye. In the meantime, gotta go. Thanks, Larry Rise, for an illuminating article.

 

The Curious Case of James Ray and the Sweat Lodge Deaths

A funny thing happened yesterday. I was reading a friend’s Facebook post about a respected Life Coach who murdered his two young sons and then turned the gun on himself. The writer commented on the arrogance of anyone who claims to be a self-help guru. I tend to agree with her and in reply, I was going to mention the case of James Ray.

Just to bring myself up to date, I googled his name and just one hour earlier, the news had been released that he had been convicted of negligent homicide. I love coincidences like that, but to be honest, the news did not fill me with joy. While I do think Ray and others like him have serious lessons to learn, I don’t think his conviction sunk in with others like him or with the types of people who follow gurus.

This whole “abundance” and “spiritual warrior” thing has made me want to puke since 1980, when a girlfriend talked me into going to an Erhardt Seminar Training (EST). Werner Erhardt was the self-help guru of the moment then and with the rise of the yuppie generation, he made his fortune. Karma caught up with him and he is now living in exile somewhere in Europe, I think.

When I first heard about James Ray’s arrest, it was while I was still getting newsletters from Bill Harris of Holosync fame. I started the Holosync program out of curiosity, albeit it a little reluctantly. The “meditate deeper than a Zen Monk” ads put me off, but I was curious about brainwave entrainment. My suspicions about Bill Harris were confirmed when I started getting inundated with ads about all these fabulous other courses his “good friends” were offering. James Ray was among those “good friends” until after his arrest. Then the offers stopped. Interestingly, Harris never sent an email in support of Ray or to explain his point of view about the whole tragic affair.

Brainwave entrainment worked, but not because of Bill Harris’ magic formula. It worked because it worked. It’s not the awesome enlightenment tool he hypes it up to be and I stopped doing Holosync regularly a long time ago. I ended up doing a lot of research on the subject and finally bought Neuroprammer 2 (I’ve got NP3 now) because it allowed you to experiment and the hype didn’t offend my intelligence. It also offered a 15 day free trial and the program is dirt cheap, as opposed to the inflated price tag of Holosync.

Anyway, this isn’t supposed to be a pitch for NP3. BWE isn’t going to enlighten you any more than James Ray or I are. My point is that these self-help gurus are hustlers. Even if they believe their own hype, they’re hustlers. I’d like to think that James Ray’s conviction would make Americans (who are their biggest followers) wake up, but they didn’t wake up after Werner Erhardt was caught out and I’m sure they won’t now.

I’d also like to think the recession (which is rapidly going to become a full-blown depression) would make America wake up and see that happiness and spirituality can’t be found in “stuff.” There are some signs that this is happening in isolated instances, so maybe there is hope yet.

Just as Werner Erhardt’s karma caught up with him, so is James Ray’s. If he is who he says he is, he will embrace prison life as an opportunity for growth. Isn’t he the ultimate “spiritual warrior,” fighting the good fight? I honestly hope he does use his time in prison productively.

As for the Law of Attraction, another materialistic American twist on “spirituality,” the guy who wrote the blog post below said it best:

Sometimes Justice prevails against the arrogance of those who believe they are above the Law….so here’s “The Secret”, Mr Ray…if you prey on the innocent and emotionally needy for monetary gain and ego stroking, eventually the Law of Attraction gives you what you deserve…and not what you want.

I look at Ray’s photograph and I feel sorry for the guy. He must feel lost, frightened and alone. However, if he really believes his own hype, he should be able to see this as a phenomenal opportunity for spiritual growth. Didn’t he tell those in the lodge to “push through” their “discomfort” or something like that?

James Arthur Ray has been convicted of criminally negligent homicide in the deaths of three people attending a sweat lodge event he planned and executed nearly two years ago. The New Age motivational speaker mostly known for his …
http://amethjera.blogspot.com/ — Fri, 24 Jun 2011 01:57:00 -0700

Song of Walt Whitman and Myself

Walt Whitman

Walt Whitman

I was first introduced to Walt Whitman when I was in my third year of college. Looking for a subject that would complement my growing interest in yoga and all-things-spiritual, I signed up for a course called ‘The American Transcendentalists’. One of the wonderful things about UC Santa Cruz was that it offered a lot of such courses. From memory, we covered Emerson, Thoreau, Whitman and I even got to meet the real Johnny Appleseed. It was a fascinating class, but reading Walt Whitman was a revelation, in the true sense of the word.

I was on the verge of dropping out of college at the time. My yoga and meditation was all-consuming and I was rapidly losing all ambition, other than to go to India, which I did the following year. My problem was that I had no one to share the mind-blowing experiences I was having with and didn’t know whether I was going crazy or my “doors of perception” were actually opening. When I read these words from Song of Myself, I felt like Whitman had written them for me, exactly when I needed them most:

I believe in you my soul, the other I am must not abase itself to you,
And you must not be abased to the other.

Loafe with me on the grass, loose the stop from your throat,
Not words, not music or rhyme I want, not custom or lecture, not
even the best,
Only the lull I like, the hum of your valved voice.

I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning,
How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me,
And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue
to my bare-stript heart,
And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.

Swiftly arose and spread around me the peace and knowledge that pass
all the argument of the earth,
And I know that the hand of God is the promise of my own,
And I know that the spirit of God is the brother of my own,
And that all the men ever born are also my brothers, and the women
my sisters and lovers,
And that a kelson of the creation is love,

To me, a great poem speaks to the heart, not the intellect, and a truly great poem says something different to every reader. What follows is what these stanzas from Song of Myself said to me:

Young Walt Whitman

Young Walt Whitman

Immersed in yoga and “self purification” as I was, I was struggling with my “ego.” After my spirit soared during meditation, I would inevitably come back down and be faced with the limitations and faults of my personality. When I read, “the other I am must not abase itself to you,” I felt that Whitman was gently telling me that the ego was not something to be despised or “abased.” I began to accept myself. I also began to realise that I was not just one personality: as Whitman wrote elsewhere, “I am large, I contain multitudes.”

The second and third stanzas were perfect descriptions of what my experiences in meditation were like. The “hum of your valved voice” was the humming sound I heard in deep meditation. It felt like the humming of a cosmic, living engine. I had read elsewhere that it was the “Om” sound and accepted it as such, but Whitman’s line spoke far more eloquently to me than any of the yoga texts I had read.

The sensual imagery of the third stanza felt just like the experience of deep meditation. Beginning with a delicious feeling of pleasure and relaxation, it deepened into an overwhelming ecstasy, culminating in the revelation that “a kelson of creation is love.”

I’ve reluctantly come back down to “reality” since those early years, but every time I read those lines of Whitman’s, I get a taste of that transcendental bliss again. For that, I am infinitely grateful.

At the time, UC Santa Cruz had a Pass-Fail program: you either passed a course or you failed it. That was lucky for me, because my professor wasn’t overly impressed with the gushing essay I wrote about Song of Myself.  After I left the campus, I went to work for a wonderful bookshop. One day while I was cleaning the shelves, I stumbled across a book called Cosmic Consciousness. Written in the late 19th century, it is an extraordinary book. The author, Richard Maurice Bucke, explained in great detail what he believed the hallmarks of cosmic consciousness were and provided a list of individuals he believed possessed it to some degree or other. Of them all, Jesus and Buddha included, Bucke considered Walt Whitman to be the greatest exemplar of cosmic consciousness who ever lived.


It’s a pretty dense book, but is well worth reading. You can read it for free if you like. It is now in the public domain and I am going to attach a link to a PDF and put it on my sidebar. If you want a bound copy for your bookshelf (highly recommended), click the cover image here. Yes, it’s a link to my Amazon affiliate account, so I’ll get a tiny commission, but that’s not the only reason why I urge you to buy it. Here’s an anecdote about Whitman from the book:

The writer has seen Walt Whitman on Long Island, New York, remain on a verandah a whole long summer evening, the air being literally loaded with mosquitoes. These would settle upon him in large numbers, but he did not appear to notice them. From time to time he waved a palm leaf fan which he held in his hand, but did not use it or his other hand to drive away or kill any of the mosquitoes. He did not appear to be bitten or in any way annoyed by the small creatures, who were driving the rest of the party almost wild. It is well known that Walt Whitman came and went freely and with impunity for years, off and on as he pleased, among the most dangerous people of New York. It has never been said that he was at any time molested or even spoken roughly to. As to the life of the possessor of the Tao (if that is Cosmic Consciousness) being indestructible by tigers, or other wild beasts or armed men, that is the simple truth.

What a joy it was for me to discover this book! Walt Whitman was as good as a guru to me, but I hadn’t realised that someone else thought as highly of him as I did – especially someone who had actually known the man. My English professor certainly didn’t: she thought I was way too enthusiastic about Whitman.

It’s been wonderful to write about Walt Whitman again after all these years. I feel like I’ve gotten in touch with an old friend and mentor.

 

David Icke and the Reptilian Brain

This morning, I finally finished the book I’ve been working on. Called The Curse of the Internet, it is about how the internet and related technologies are decimating the job market. A commissioned work, it’s not the book I want to write, but I managed to squeeze some of my deeper beliefs into the conclusion and, in an indirect way, put a plug in for David Icke. I’ve been following Icke since 9/11 when I went online to see if I could find out what that was really all about. David Icke’s Headlines gave me the information I needed: all was not as it seemed.

Not knowing anything about the guy, I explored his website further. He talked about alien reptilian bloodlines manipulating mankind. I wasn’t sure about the literal truth of what he was saying, but I was convinced by the metaphorical truth of it because I had already started exploring the human brain. For one thing, it seemed pretty obvious to me that those who run the show were operating largely with their primitive reptilian brains. This, combined with the cold, calculating logical left brain, made for a rather diabolical global scenario.

I guess David Icke and I are on a similar wavelength, because yesterday I stumbled across this great video. It’s all about the reptilian brain and how those who want to control and dominate us operate on fear, not compassion, decency or any other more spiritually evolved level of consciousness. It doesn’t take long to listen to it, so please do.

When I first stumbled across David Icke in 2001, he was just starting to be taken seriously, but only by those of us on the fringe. In more recent years, I’ve seen his name crop up in a lot more places. I’ve also seen many of the events he predicted then unfold. I’m not surprised: they have been unfolding as I, too, believed they inevitably had to. That’s not because I’m awesomely psychic – it’s just because it was so blatantly obvious that it was the plan.

Anyway, I’ll let David Icke do the talking. He’s much better at it than I am. Don’t miss the ending – John Lennon singing Mind Games: “Love is the answer.”