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Date: 11:13 pm Tue Mar 1, 1994 Number : 31 of 41
From: Francesca Thoman Base : Dreams,Pastlives & Reincar
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OBEHON IN "SPIRIT SPEAKS" MAGAZINE
(c) 1993 FRANCESCA THOMAN
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DEAD CELEBRITIES AND FAMOUS PEOPLE
The changeful nature of scientific data and the results of
scientific studies has more to do with the nature of the
consensus agreements of what we call reality than science itself.
From my new perspective, I have seen these consensus choices in
action, like great tides of thought illumined by feeling, by
great swells of feeling guided by thought. In the great rush and
roar, I can see where you hamper yourselves, and limit your
When you confuse your models of reality (your beliefs) with
reality, then the process of choice immediately becomes
unconscious. You can no longer choose those beliefs freely.
Rather, they shape your experience directly. And then, when
reality changes on its own because of its own inner workings and
its own desires, then you hang on to the status quo with panic
strength, because you feel it is reality itself which is
dissolving, instead of your constructs of it.
Your moments of experience are fed into your conscious minds
in rhythms as arbitrary and limited as a sequence of film taken
with a strobe light, with the lighted images only later strung
together into an apparently coherent whole. "Over," "under,"
"around" and "inside" your present reality are countless others,
coexisting, and as arbitrarily separated from yours with the same
staccato sequences of consciousness, only at a different rhythm.
If I had been able to reach a little further into the
meanings of human perception, I would have seen these other
possibilities more. The physicists of your time call them
"dimensions," and speak of dimensions which fold inside one
another, impossibly fitting "inside" an "interior" space which is
larger than the "outer" space of the lesser dimensions. I have
seen these myself, and were I to go to work with these, I would
not only use human experience as one of my tools, I would search
first in the implications of the quantized nature of experience.
The "instantaneous" communication of one molecule with
another, which shocked many physicists when it was first
presented, is easy to understand when the nature of our reality
is understood, not as it appears (the film of the strobed
images), but as it can be discovered. The "instantaneous"
communication, and "Cosmic Consciousness" are examples of the
same phenomenon, only one is perceived through an artificial
objectivity, and the other directly, in the universe of the human
Similarly, the "dimensions" of paranormal, prophetic,
psychic, and exalted states represent the mind's methods of
perceiving the "unfilmed" information, the dancing images that
continue in the darkness between the strobe's flashes.
Had I been a bit more patient, I would have realized that
objectivity is an illusion -- it is not what it seems.
Objectivity usually means that the same information which could
have been received freely, easily, and with creativity, must find
hidden, devious channels through which to rise to consciousness
instead. In other words, a dependence on objectivity can lessen
the amount of data actually received.
You are not separate from what you experience. That is the
greatest physics I know.
REVEREND MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.
If we believe that humankind is basically evil, then surely
only violence can keep it in check. But I tell you it is not so.
The tremendous fire of human desire becomes emotionally similar
to plutonium only if it is abused. The yearning of the whole man
becomes the warped power of psychoses, mayhem and despair only
when the whole human self is not permitted expression.
The black man and the other races about whom the white man
feels guilt have taken on the white man's shadow. The shadow is
the weight of those same guilts, and the very honesty which the
white race has denied itself by refusing to perceive its
projections. Shadows are used as a place to hide the hidden truth
of genuine remorse for blindness and wrongs, as well as the real
desire to do good in the face a truly materialistic culture. But
we cannot grieve another's grief, and harm him when we try. By
accepting the role of shadows, we help no one heal.
If you use violence in your lives, you legitimize the
violences which are done to you. If you thieve from others
yourself, you legitimize their robberies of you, your goods, or
your freedoms. If you drown your pain with drugs, you legitimize
the denial, the unconscious not-seeing, of those who cannot turn
their faces inward in order to deal with their own pain. If you
answer hatred with hatred, fear with suspicion, and ineptness
with madness, nothing will ever be solved.
So to all those who feel limited, I say to you: choose first
not to act as someone else's shadow. Choose first not to
legitimize violence by acting with violence to others or
yourself. The power of passive resistance is to turn the shadow
others have made of you into a mirror. When they see themselves,
then your despair becomes their genuine grief. Your pain becomes
their hurt, which they can see. And what they can see at last,
they can heal.
But this is only the first step. You who have been others'
shadow, begin to learn another language, to speak to the white
man in his own tongue. No one can feel what you have felt, unless
he has felt it himself in the same place where you stand. But
that conundrum is not a problem. That is the beginning of a
solution. Learn to show him what you have felt by learning where
he stands, and standing there with him first.
Yes, it is unfair that the ones who have been so harmed,
such as the American Indian, the black, the Chicano, and those
others pulled far from home for what seems only an empty dream,
that these must be the ones to heal the ones who have harmed
But you need not heal with righteous anger, only with
honesty. You need not heal others with intervention, only with
your own love. Peace does not come through legislation primarily;
legislation is the result of those who have the courage to know
the light that they are. Legislation may well change the face of
the land, and indeed it has. But only the healing of your inner
hearts can change the climate of that land from one of hate and
resentment to one of healing and wholeness.
You can begin by reaching outside of yourselves, lovingly,
reaching into something greater. As once the Suffragettes made
common cause with the black people, now it is time for the black
race, especially the black man, to make common cause with women
of all races.
You have the strength to help them, though you do not
believe you have the strength to help yourselves. Womens' grief
has been longer, and their pain far deeper. They, too, must heal
themselves first before they can heal those who do violences
against their persons and their souls. They, too, must learn not
to be victimized, not to be weakened, but to take their power
into the system. Not by becoming shadows of men, and thus
legitimizing the limited images men have had of them. But to take
the power of the system on their own real terms, as women.
Take advantage of the many opportunities you have, in the
media, in the community, in the touch of person to person. Let
your spirits be kindled with hope, and hope rekindle your pride.
There is no greater strength than the honesty of some one who
will make a stand. If several stand together, then the world is
Once you take responsibility again for your power to choose,
then you change the rules of the game. You are no longer victims,
but heroes, battling a daunting foe -- not the Other, but your
own self-images. When you choose how you will react to what is
done in your presence, you are no longer shadows, but mirrors.
Victims take on others' pain, take it inside, and hide it. It is
easier to be a victim than a hero. But only heroes have the
strength to step out of the shadows into the light.
Become this light, in your honesty and integrity, and you
will be free with a freedom no one else can give you, and which
will always be your own true possession.
I will sing you a song something like the little song I used
to hum for the children, when the way was long and we were so
afraid. We walked the dusty roads by night, cowering in safe
houses in the day, and never saw the roads we walked, but the
light of others' compassion was a light that was almost blinding.
Here's my song:
Do what you say, brother, sister, the Good Lord walks your feet.
Do what you may, brother, sister, the Sweet Lord calls your soul.
Do as you will, brother and sister, and be strong as you go,
for in the stars there is Freedom. In the stars there is Freedom.
In the song of the way we walk, there is Freedom.
Freedom come, Freedom go, and we come right behind. We go to
Do what you say, brother, sister, the Good Lord knows you by
Do what you may, brother, sister, the Sweet Lord holds you near.
Do as you will, brother and sister, and be loving as you go.
For in the air is Freedom. In the air is Freedom.
In the song of the way we walk, there is Freedom. . .
How can anyone be free, who does not walk his own road
there? You can try to coerce others, but you can only walk your
own road there. You can defy others, but only by walking your
road. You can run away from fear only if you didn't bring it
along with yourself. I defied the ones I defied, and led the many
to be free, because I knew when to hide, and when to bare my
Hide from violence, and let your soul open with laughter.
Hide from those who would hurt you, and let your heart open to
other open hearts. Hide your acts of courage with the real
modesty of one who knows there's work to be done and that the
Good Lord is wanting your hands to do it now. Hide your sight
away from ugliness, and open your eyes to beauty, or use your own
hands to make beauty in your own world. Hide your spirit away
from hopelessness and helplessness, and open it to what you can
We, the helpless fugitives, changed the world forever when
we fled to our own freedom. You, the scorned and hated, will
change the world again when you do not run away. Stand with the
truth of your soul, and the dark night will guide you with the
I have laughed a little that the original words I spoke have
had eloquence added to them by others over time, but I can see
now as I have never seen before, and I understand. We who were so
a part of the land, who were so certain of the life all around
us, only slowly came to understand the immense emptiness of a
people who consider themselves to be wholly apart from the very
Nature which gave them birth.
You chose this path; your race had the daring to do it. This
path has cost much, and given much as well. But now is the time
for sundered paths to be healed, and for the going out and coming
in of the words that will be heard by the soul.
You decided that if you stepped outside Nature, you could
see Her in a new light, in a light that had never been before,
and you were surely right. But you have gone almost too far. Now
that you have achieved your distance, you fear to climb down from
your high pinnacle of scientific objectivism, of religious
authoritarianism, of cultural parochialism. You fear you have
forgotten how to rejoin what you have lost. In truth, you have
only mesmerized yourselves into thinking that you have forgotten
You talk to Nature all the time, and She hears you. You talk
to Her with your machines, you talk to Her with your electricity.
You talk with your thoughtless acts and your caring ones. But you
do not stay to listen. You feel guilt at going away from Her, a
guilt so great that you want to stay away forever, for fear of
what She will say. So you tell yourselves you cannot listen to
the stones when they speak, or the water when it laughs. You tell
yourselves you cannot hear because you are so afraid of why might
You fear that if you remember you are a part of Nature, your
"natural" destructive instincts will destroy everything you
touch. But it is not so. It is your separation which drives you
to violence. You fear that if you take responsibility, if you see
that your "unnatural" acts of hydroelectric dams and asphalt are
as natural as the extinctions of the dinosaurs, that your guilt
will rend your hearts beyond any repair. But returning to Her
will heal your pain, and your violence will be shed in a moment.
You call Nature cruel and savage, because you fear Her to be
so, and that is one mistake. Or you call Nature perfect and holy,
and bow down to your images of Her status quo, and that is
If you were to finally see that you were a part of Nature,
then you would become an agent of Her balance. As a young animal,
separated from its mother, kicks and bawls and butts and bites,
so your violences against the world have been a sign of your
You are afraid to go back, unless it is to the original
innocence. It is because you do not trust yourselves to be able
to listen to the Voice you love so dearly. You are afraid to go
back, because you are certain that punishment is the only answer
She can give you for the pain you have caused. But it is not so.
Your culture has given you pain, and the only answer that
culture has had is to give you more pain, and more pain, until
you are tortured into numbness. Music that assaults the senses,
isolation from your own communities, drugs that divorce you even
further from yourselves -- these are not the answers She has for
You need such music because you no longer allow yourselves
the quiet music of the wilderness, not even when you walk within
it. You need the isolation because you feel you can no longer
withstand true solitude, facing Spirit. You need the drugs
because you feel your pain will destroy you. That, too, is not
the way of Nature.
We do understand. The responsibility seems fearful and
terrible, a heavy thing none could bear. But you, the white race,
the race that has stood apart for so long, has within it a unity
which will bring together all the ways of the races as one. Not
into sameness, but into unity. Not into an erasure of
differences, but an embracing of them.
You have learned this way because you have seen this way
from this separated height, even though you fear to walk upon it.
But let your fear go. The Nature you have done violence to needs
you to become a part of Her again. The pain of the tortured lands
you see is Her yearning for you to return to Her. The loss of
animals, of habitats and ecosystems which you see, is the sorrow
She feels at Her loss of you.
You are not separate, but dear. You are not apart, but
forgiven. Go to Her first in your hearts. Feel Her love, and the
healing of Her love. Then you will know what to do.
CONSTANCE MCDERWIN (OBEHON)
There is too much of the tail wagging the dog, these days.
The democratic government was truly meant to be a government of
the people. But as the tragedy of the Branch Davidian armageddon
and other painful incidents shows, those who knew how best to
react were not the ones to whom you have given your power.
Your government was designed to be your intelligent servant.
I say intelligent, because it was never meant to allow you to
create acts of madness. Your servant, because it does not own
you, you own it.
It has "selectively disremembered" this necessary
relationship, and is doing whatever it can to keep you from
remembering. Or, failing that, it thwarts you when you take your
own power back from its hands. It knows that when you realize who
is the dog and who is the tail, that its game will be up.
One of the best ways to stop the tail wagging you is to be
invisible. I don't mean to be illegal; there is plenty of that
going on already, and the money it generates is too often
irresistible to anyone who does not have your best interests in
mind. The way to be invisible is to do the "impossible."
Knit your own communities together, and walk the streets
clean of drugs. Learn from the small lending groups who find
people who are willing to prove their worth by returning the
original loan in kind to others. Value differences, if only
through recognizing the mental habits of double standards. (Ask
yourself simply, "How would I feel if that was done to me?" and
you will know where these habits are.)
Work small, but work with integrity. Do not allow yourselves
to take the easy way out, and do not allow others to harm you as
they take the path of least resistance over you. Be prepared for
costs you may encounter through the tremendous supports of
friends, family, culture, and your honest encounters with the
Spirit of the Divine.
Act from love. Do not simply think of peace, but feel it as
often as you have the opportunity. Be aware of love at every
moment you can remember to do so. Allow yourselves joys by
focusing on what is whole in your life, instead of what lacks.
Muscles can be healed, and the brain repatterned, by
focusing on those parts or areas which still work well and
allowing them to take on the tasks of those parts which have been
damaged or have lost their function. In much the same way the
elitism, the paranoia, the insolences, presumptions and disdain
of those in power over your lives can all be removed, not by
attacks on what is wrong, but by focusing on what is right, and
then living there.
Revolutions never come from the top down. They come from the
bottom up. But this is not the time for a revolution of madness;
the world has had its fill of those, and more. It is not the time
for a revolution which only changes the players, but not the
The revolution of this time is already happening. It is a
revolution of turning inward first, healing yourself, and then
becoming the real rulers of your lives, through your integrity
and your acceptance of your own power. Your power is your will,
your creativity, your perception, your intuition and your love.
Your integrity is your choice to honor your honesty in such a way
as you honor the honesty of others.
It is a paradigm shift, a shift of re-evaluation and
re-valuation. It means to evoke the honesty of joy, instead of
the "honesty" of blame. It means to evoke the power of beauty and
wholeness, instead the "power" of noise and greed.
You can make the shift by choosing love. Love over fear.
Love over separation. Love over obligation and duty. Love over
manipulation, and the quick and costly paths.
When you are whole, you will only allow whole people to run
the government. And so they will.
For those of you who are familiar with my writings -- and I
am quite pleased still that there are some few who are -- you may
remember that I had some distinct disagreements with the way
Heaven was supposed to have been managed. From putting my own
disagreeable words into the mouth of the Devil to recounting the
tale of the hapless Captain Stormfield, I've railed against
limited notions of Heaven, and any other limited notions, for
quite a long time.
I haven't stopped, but I've got more space to do it in now.
Heaven is a much broader, much less judgmental place that we were
ever led to believe. Judgment isn't even a property of the Other
Place, which can only offer us helpless remorse until we're ready
to try another life in hopes to remember while we're busy
forgetting. No, the kind of bitter judgment which we lay like
stinging slime on ourselves and others, most properly lies as a
dubiously awesome creation of man in his present habitat, the
But rest assured. The only one your judgments of yourself
matters to up here is you. The frozen images, like wax museum
manikins, of the horrible things you have done and said, or the
things you meant to do and didn't, or did and hadn't meant to do,
all melt away into nothing in the warmth of this place.
All the little belligerences are quieted with peaceful
comfort. All the unsaid things are understood. You can take it
from me: for all my voluble tendencies, there was much I left
unsaid. Some, because I did not understand what I knew; some,
because I did not see far enough to know what I knew. Many, alas,
because I did not permit myself to know what I knew I knew.
But that does not matter in the same way now. Indeed, being
dead is quite refreshing. I cannot begin to communicate with you
the sense of space, and spaciousness; the sense of free movement
and tremendous creativity we have here.
I do not list these positive attributes to make you want to
dissociate yourself from your lives, but to engage you within
them. You can do it if you remember: you're living in Heaven
right now. Not that the Earth is Heaven, but that you live there
now just the same.
Like a child absorbed in a book, your attention is so close
on the words of your own little tale that you don't notice the
Spring weather all around. You look up from time to time from
your dramas or horror-stories when you dream away you sleeping
nights, or when you let your consciousness stretch its cramped
and tired inner limbs by allowing yourselves a little peace or a
little joy. But it's Spring all the same.
Scientists find it hard to believe that random events, such
as the throws of yarrow sticks or bones, or even the carefully
considered laying of cards, have meaning. Yet they are perfectly
prepared to swallow whole the notion that all life, indeed all
our existence, with its complexity, artistry, and beauty, came up
out of those same random processes -- indeed, that life depends
on them. If they had my perspective, they would no immediately it
is not true.
There is such care and artistry in the manifestation of
Creation that, were we to be able to see it, we would only be
able to stand there open-mouthed in wonder at the magic of it
all. The eggs would burn on the skillet, the sheets would go
unwashed, and the dog would chew a hole in the door, waiting to
Given the painful terror and tumult of your world at this
time, telling you that the world is built on magic seems a cruel
thing to say, but I do not intend cruelty. But there is a
tendency for us to expect magic to look a certain way, and to be
disappointed when we find it is not so. My own bleak depressions
were rooted in this disappointment, and in my impatience. (I've
learned a few things from this impatient disappointment, not the
least of which is that the value of what you create often has
very little to do with how you feel about the end results, the
created thing itself.)
You folks have done a tremendous, powerful amount of work.
You've learned that anger is fuel, and not simply incendiary.
You've learned that grief is the only thing that melts the things
that hold you frozen in place. That fear grows until it is too
huge for the mind to grasp, so the human heart must cry out,
"Enough!", and it will be heard.
All these things are magic. That magic runs riot on your
world, ungoverned because it is unrecognized, makes it no less
something of powerful beauty and mystery.
Your best and greatest magic has been, and always will be,
your power to choose. If you cannot apparently choose what the
circumstances of your lives are now, you can choose how you
perceive them. You have far more control over your own reactions
to events than you generally allow.
If you remember you're in Heaven at the moment, you won't
feel quite as lonely. There are angels enough to talk with! If
you realize that magic is mostly a matter of choice, you'll begin
doing it immediately. And if you remember how damned big
everything really is, you'll feel less sure there's no room in it
Already now you need to look forward, and in the looking
forward, pull yourselves out of despair. You need to see ahead to
the consequences of what has been, and see beyond them into their
repair. Life is your strong ally; it has always been.
In understanding the interconnections of DDT and peregrine
falcons, you learned to look for the causes of acid rain and the
deteriorating ozone. You need to look a little further still, to
the chemical, molecular, systemic and ecological connectedness of
the planet. The solutions will evolve as your perspective widens.
The solutions will present themselves as you dream what might be.
But do not dream nightmares. Dream healing instead. Do not
focus on death and loss, but study with meticulous care those
systems which do work, which do bear fruit in dynamic balances of
one system with another.
For the animals, there have always been simple cycles, of
flood and ebb, of trial and survivor. But with us, with humans,
love can be added, adding in a note so deep and real that it must
enrich the symphony of Life, of your lives in Nature and Nature
in your lives, in ways you cannot even imagine now.
You stand humbly at the feet of the massive, interlocking
ecological systems you are only beginning to understand, and
realize you cannot reproduce them. It is this sense of failure,
perhaps, which has made so many of you choose to keep things
static, as they always have been before. And there is immense
wisdom in this humility. Children can break things they cannot
build themselves, and often will.
But if the natural world ceases to be a puzzle, a conundrum,
and instead becomes a source of your sense of self and a place to
give your love, then you will stand patiently, and learn. Your
curiosity will reach ahead, leap ahead, and point the way.
... From "Spirit Speaks" magazine -- Obehon and Francesca
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